The Magician of Cultivation

Zhang Chuan's talent is indeed very good.

The remaining six arrows were shot in two batches, three arrows each time, all hitting the bull's eye, securing victory in the first round with a score of 100.

After Zhang Chuan had shot all ten arrows, Old Zhang cleared his throat and announced, "Zhang Chuan wins the first round. I think everyone here should have no objection."

"Mr. Zhang, what are you talking about? Xiaochuan shot all ten arrows into the bull's eye, so he must have won. Naturally, we have no objection."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang. Xiaoyu is not bad, but he is still a little bit behind Xiaochuan."

"Mr. Zhang, please announce the next round. I think there is no need to continue the competition. The gap is too big."

Mr. Zhang looked around and everyone watching nodded in agreement.

Zhang Wulong's face was full of smiles, so he naturally wouldn't object, and Li Qing had a gloomy face and said nothing, which was considered as his agreement.

As for the two little guys, Zhang Chuan looked up at the sky with a lonely heroic expression on his face.

Li Yu stood there blankly, as if he had not yet recovered from the blow of failure.

"Since no one objects, let's start the second round. Xiao Liuzi, go and move the target to a distance of 40 meters." Old Zhang said to a middle-aged man beside him.

"Zhang...Grandpa Zhang, I still have five arrows left to shoot in the first round." A weak voice came, and everyone was stunned.

Li Yu was also depressed. He didn't object to Zhang Chuan winning the first round. Of course, it was useless to object, but he couldn't help shooting the five arrows.

He wasn't just daydreaming.

When Zhang Chuan was shooting arrows, he was always observing. It can be said that he did not miss any of Zhang Chuan's movements.

A bold idea gradually took shape in his mind. Now was the time to verify it. Besides, he had already lost this round, so he had no burden at all to experiment.

Mr. Zhang was stunned when he heard this.

Before he could open his mouth to speak, Zhang Wulong next to him spoke first.

"Why, Xiaoyu, you can't afford to lose? Isn't the result obvious? Even if you hit the bull's eye with all five arrows, so what? You will still lose, right? Besides, can you really hit it? In that case, don't waste everyone's time here."

"Zhang Wulong, what are you doing?"

"Xiao Yu is still a child. And this is his first time shooting arrows, so he is not very familiar with the rules. Why are you yelling at a child? Come at me if you dare."

Li Qing wanted to stop Li Yu, but when he saw Zhang Wulong's posture and his son's frightened look, he immediately got angry.

"What? Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Zhang Wulong showed no sign of weakness.

"Then come on..."

"Okay, I also want to see what you have learned in the past ten years?"

As they talked, the two men rolled up their sleeves and were about to wrestle.

Zhang Lao shook his head helplessly and could only shout, "Alright. You are already grown up, but you still get into fights all the time and make the kids laugh at you."

"Xiao Yu is right. Although Zhang Chuan won the first round, he still has the right to shoot the last few arrows."

"But..." Zhang Wulong hurriedly tried to explain.

But Zhang Lao glared and shouted, "What? You dare not listen to me?"

Zhang Wulong shuddered and immediately recalled the dark days when he learned martial arts from Master Zhang.

He quickly admitted his mistake, "Uncle Zhang, I will definitely listen to you, hehe... hehehe, I will listen to you."

"Hmph, since you listen to me, stop talking nonsense and get out of the way," Old Zhang snorted coldly.

He turned around again and looked at Li Yu with a warm face, "Xiao Yu. Come on, it's okay, continue shooting."

"Thank you, Grandpa Zhang"

The farce ended quickly. Li Yu gathered his spirits and stood in the center again.

Everyone looked at it intently, but soon their eyes widened.

"This...isn't this the posture Zhang Chuan was in just now?"

"Yes, it's Zhang Chuan's posture. Look at Li Yu's right hand, the way he holds the arrow has changed."

"Yes, Li Qing just said it was Wuming Bianfeng. Look at Li Yu's right ring finger, just like Zhang Chuan just now, he is also tapping the arrow shaft."

Zhang Wulong's face was grim. Li Yu in front of him, with that familiar posture, was clearly the Wuming Bianfeng of their Zhang family.

However, he then snorted in his heart.

"You are just being mysterious. Do you think that the Zhang family's Wuming Identification Wind can be achieved by just imitating a random posture? Without a lot of experiments, there is no way you can succeed. Even with Chuan'er's talent, it took him more than three months of practice."

Li Qing and Zhang Wulong have been friends since childhood, so they naturally know the difficulty of Zhang's nameless wind identification.

He also knew that this was Li Yu's first time to come into contact with archery, and also his first time to see Wuming Bianfeng.

Li Yu didn't pay attention to everyone. His soul power was spread between the arrow and the target.

Li Yu felt that it was very easy to use soul power in one direction without driving other things. Not to mention thirty meters, if he exerted his full strength, a hundred meters would be no problem.

“After the arrow is shot, it is affected by the wind. The faster the arrow is, the greater the impact of the wind is.”

"The wind is also constantly changing. Zhang Chuan should be using the nameless wind identification to find the moment when the wind is weakest, so that he can quickly shoot the feather arrow. My soul power is spread throughout the surrounding space, so it should be able to achieve the same purpose."

Li Yu did not know the nameless wind identification, but he had a soul force that was better than the nameless wind identification. As for the posture he made, it was just a show.

"Right now..." Li Yu's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened.

嗡

The bowstring vibrated, and everyone subconsciously looked at the target.

A pitch-black feathered arrow was firmly nailed on the target, close to the edge of the circle of the bull's eye.

Nine point five was Li Yu's score this time, and everyone was shocked.

"Coincidence, it must be a coincidence..." Zhang Wulong murmured, and Zhang Chuan also frowned.

"Yu'er..." Li Qing clenched his fists tightly. The flame of hope was rekindled in his heart that had given up.

"It's still a little short. While Zhang Chuan was shooting the arrow, he adjusted the direction of the bow and arrow to offset the influence of the weak wind. This can only be achieved through long-term training, but I can't do it. But... hehe."

Li Yu drew out another feather arrow and used Wuming Fengbian again. However, this time, when the feather arrow was shot out, his soul power also spread over.

The arrow flew at high speed, and under the influence of the wind, its direction gradually changed slightly. Whenever the direction deviated slightly, Li Yu's soul force would quickly hit the arrow.

Each time the arrow was launched, it vibrated slightly, but because the speed was too fast, the onlookers did not notice it.

boom

The arrow crossed a distance of thirty meters in the blink of an eye and landed firmly on the target, hitting the bull's eye.

"Hahaha, Yu'er, well done!" Li Qing could no longer control his inner joy and roared loudly.