Meng Hang made a little shocking moment.

Whether it was the ministers present or the crowds around watching the excitement, they all remembered Meng Hang's name. Even the emperor Hu Hai almost fell out of his eyes.

This kind of strength is properly trained, and there should be no doubt that you will win a gold medal in the Olympics in the future.

Meng Hang's horse was clamped by him with a neighing sound. When he landed on the ground, his four legs were already weak and trembling.

Meng Hang flew down from the horse, let the soldiers beside him take away the war horse, patted the number sign he had just posted on his body, looked at the few people proudly, turned around and walked towards the waiting area.

Perhaps it was Meng Hang's remaining power that both of them performed abnormally after Meng Hang. Several feather arrows were shot at the critical point of the straw man.

The two left the school ground with their heads hanging down and waited outside for orders.

At this moment, Li Jian was the only one left in the school military field. He was handsome, and his white robe and horse under him looked even more outstanding.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Li Jian.

If the pressure that is highly anticipated by people with poor psychological qualities is to bear, let alone shooting into cinnabar, there is a fear that even a straw man can't even ejaculate if he shakes his hand.

Amid everyone's expectations, Li Jian held a bow in one hand and three feather arrows in the other hand, and clamped the war horse with force under his crotch.

The war horse followed Li Jian for many years and knew his master's intention. He kicked his four legs hard, and after a neighing, the fiery red war horse jumped out.

Instead of shooting arrows directly, Li Jian asked the horse to run quickly on the school field, and his speed reached almost the extreme, then turned the horse's head and rushed sideways towards the direction of the straw man.

The war horse was like the wind, quickly approaching the straw man to within a range of 100 steps.

Li Jianjun's face was cold and his star eyes were wide open. He held the bow waist with his left hand, and three feather arrows in his right hand were placed on the bow string continuously. He heard three consecutive sounds of the bow strings.

The three feather arrows shot towards the straw man a hundred steps away like meteors.

The first feather arrow drew an arc and shot directly into the center of the cinnabar mark on the grass man's head.

Before everyone could scream, the second feather arrow had arrived, and there was only a "click" sound.

In the stunned everyone, the second feather arrow actually shot directly on the tail of the first feather arrow. The first arrow was actually broken by the second arrow at this moment.

The second arrow was like a broken bamboo. After hitting the first arrow, it was inserted into the center of the cinnabar in the grass man's head.

"Click!" A louder sound came again. However, the third arrow was the same as the other, shaking the second arrow that had just shot through the grass man, and finally shot directly through the grass man's head, passing through the middle of the red cinnabar, and inserted it on the ground more than ten feet away. The tail of the arrow kept shaking and making a buzzing sound.

The school military field was silent all around, and only Li Jian's horse ran around the field for a long time before stopping because it was too fast.

The school military field is quieter with the sound of horse hooves.

After more than a dozen breaths, the invigilator woke up and announced loudly: "Li Jian, pass."

With his announcement, the people around him who were shocked by this magical shooting technique woke up and heard the crowd. In an instant, the crowds of people were filled with noises.

"Divine Arrow, this person's divine arrow!"

"Li Jian, his name is Li Jian, and I heard that he is General Li Xin's grandson." A well-informed person already knows Li Jian's identity.

Some young men from aristocratic families practiced archery and horse riding since childhood. They originally wanted to perform in the school military field to attract the emperor's attention. It can be seen that after Li Jian's shooting skills, they were a little excited.

There were also a few noble young men who had never been convinced by Li Jian and curled their lips while trying to say something bad about Li Jian, but they really couldn't find Li Jian's shortcomings. They had to sneer a few times, expressing their dissatisfaction.

"Apart from Li Xin's personal teaching, others can definitely not teach this kind of archery technique." Old Wang Ben said with his beard in his hand: "This kind of archery requires accurate force, and one arrow is stronger than the other. This little kid's archery technique is still too domineering compared to Li Xin. Li Xin used this archery technique, but the next arrow was pushed against the previous arrow, but it did not break. This boy's murderous aura leaked out, which made him feel like Wu'anjun."

Meng Tian nodded and looked at Li Jian with praise and said, "If he really has the ability of Wu'anjun, it would not be an exaggeration to be the commander of the three armies."

"General Meng was joking. I just felt that the murderous aura he brought out when he just shot the grass man had a lot of Wu'an Jun's taste. As for how he used his troops, it is still unknown."

If the two generals praised Li Jian so much, if he heard it, he would be proud of his peers.

Hu Hai did not expect that Shusun Tong's purposeless selection process would lead to the two strange men Meng Hang and Li Jian. This was just the beginning, and I don't know if there were any surprises later.

Because Li Jian's shooting skills were too eye-catching, the subsequent assessment seemed much monotonous.

The cheers that burst out from time to time were also flashy. Obviously, even the spectators around were raised by Li Jian's shooting skills, and they were no longer visible to ordinary people who shot cinnabar. Instead, they would shout loudly when they saw some shooting missed or even the grass man was not involved in the ugly phenomenon.

The shooting competition is not easy to take any tricks and behave properly. After Li Jian, there is no highlight. Except for the invigilator, everyone is a little aesthetically tired.

Hu Hai was also a little distracted, hoping that the next game would start soon. That was a comparison of real swords and guns. I don’t know how many masters would appear.

When Hu Hai thought that these people would be under his command, he would be likely to make achievements with him in the future, and he felt a little proud. However, this kind of pride was quickly woken up by him.

After all, in this chaotic era, it is not only a bandit like Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, but also a strong man like Liu Bang and Xiang Yu. The two of them are full of talents and both civil and military.

These two thieves who are troublesome! Hu Hai sighed and suddenly remembered that a great scientist Archimedes once said: Give me a fulcrum and I can pry up the earth.

Now Hu Hai wants to say something and give me a shovel, so I can dig up any corner.

"Digging, digging, how to dig, who to dig first?" Hu Hai began to think about it.

Meng Tian also saw that Hu Hai was distracted. He took advantage of the fact that only Wang Ben and Chen Jia were the only ones on the observation stage, and coughed lightly, took out something and said, "Your Majesty, I received an object last night. Please ask the old general and Your Majesty to take a look."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand, and the token that Ruizhu gave him was the palm of his palm.

"Tomb!" Although Wang Ben was old, he was the first to recognize him and shouted softly.

"Zhong?" Hu Hai frowned. Even Qin Ershi was puzzled by this "Zhong" in his mind, and he didn't know the origin.

Meng Tian nodded cautiously and said, "Yes, this is the token of the tomb. As far as I know, this should be a branch of the tomb - the token of the tomb."

"The tomb, under the suppression of the late emperor, was almost destroyed. Why did this token reappear again?" Wang Ben said with a white eyebrows. The last stronghold of the tomb organization that year was when he led people to razed it! He remembered this deeply.

Meng Tian shook his head and said, "I don't know the specific situation of the tomb, and I haven't contacted it directly. I heard from the older generation in my family. Last night, I received this token and felt that something was strange. It happened to be the time when the old general is here today, I will show you and make sure."

"The centipede insect dies but does not become stiff!" Wang Ben hit the table with his old fist.

At this moment, a loud cheer suddenly came from the school military field.

Hu Haixun looked at him and found a thick black man six feet tall standing on the ground, with a war horse spitting white foam lying beside him.

At this moment, the black man was holding the mulberry wooden bow in his hand and trying to shoot a straw man a hundred steps away.
Chapter completed!