Archery is regarded as a competition item in many occasions, so before long, Chinese people were very good at riding and shooting, and now, they are still in the leading position in this project.
And tiangua people only work on these projects just to crack down on China. If people like Wisteria don't meet Zhang Xingyun, they can win the first prize.
The target on the field is at 50 meters. The rules of the competition are divided into four rounds. Two people are eliminated in each round, and the final round is decided by two people.
In each round, the contestant has the chance to shoot three arrows. The sum of the scores is the result of this round.
There were eight players on the field. Yuanfuji gave a provocative look at Zhang Xingyun, "Zhang Xingyun Jun, I hope I can see you in the last game."
"It's hard to say. If you don't go in, you'll be embarrassed." Zhang Xingyun shrugged her shoulders, and the ghost of Tianyu was looking for death!
"..." after giving Zhang Xingyun a white eye, yuanfuji turned around, and there was a trace of evil in his eyes.
There was no accident in the next game. Zhang Xingyun and yuanfuji reached the final round with full marks, and the atmosphere on the field was ignited.
Although Tianyu people are still very enthusiastic to cheer their players, but this time, not only the students from the British capital, but almost all the other schools except Tianfu have joined Zhang Xingyun's cheerleading team. The situation in the audience is almost one-sided.
Bursts of cheering, covered up the voice of the ghosts in TIANYAO.
Yuan Teng Zhai looked at Zhang Xingyun with a smile. "Zhang Xingyun Jun, since it's the last round, why don't we increase the difficulty?"
"How do you want to play?" Zhang Xingyun is playing with the arrow in her hand, trying to see what yuanfuji is paying attention to.
"The target is too close. How about another 200 meters?"
From the beginning, Yuan Teng Zhai wanted to play Zhang Xingyun's face in this round. The attack just before he went on the stage made him sure that Zhang Xingyun was a practitioner and his internal power was not low. However, yuanteng still didn't pay attention to this person.
A cultivator is just cultivating his internal power, but he can still summon a low-level divine beast. Can a cultivator and Summoner be better than him?
"Two hundred meters?" Zhang Xingyun frowned slightly.
"Don't you dare?" Looking at Zhang Xingyun's embarrassed appearance, yuantengzhai naturally thinks that Zhang Xingyun has no bottom in his heart.
The distance of the target set in this sports meeting is medium. In the regular competition, the longest target is only 90 meters. Beyond this distance, it is difficult for players to control their own arrows.
Now they add 200 meters to the 50 meters. Ordinary people can't shoot at the target.
"No, you're wrong. My consciousness is too close." Zhang Xingyun said and called to the referee, "what is the farthest distance of your venue?"
The referee was stunned, and then said with some uncertainty, "1000 meters..."
no one has paid attention to this problem, after all, there will be no players who want to increase the distance.
"A thousand meters, then." Zhang Xingyun said that her face was calm, but the referee's face was covered.
1000 meters... Did he hear that correctly? Can we still see the target?
Don't say 1000 meters, even 500 meters can't hit the target.
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