Madam is the super darling of Lord Quan

The little guy angrily kicked away the pebbles on one side and left with a small temper

Feng Muyang, Han Chen and Han Ping follow up with a smile

……

Training ground

All the archers are ready

All the shooters are ready

All the boxers are ready

Only——

Little guy's not ready!

Han Chen cheered him on. "It's OK, young master. Even if you lose, it doesn't matter. They are the most powerful people in the camp."

Han Ping also echoed in a low voice, "exactly, so young master, take it easy, don't put too much pressure on yourself!"

"That's it Feng Muyang also nodded, "young master, you take them as stakes and targets. Don't be afraid to go up against the wind. There are three of us to cheer you on!"

Little guy nodded, a face of solemnity, "good, if Maple refueling, uncles refueling!"

"Yes, come on, young master!"

"Come on, young master!"

"Come on

……

"Whew --"

The long black arrow shot out suddenly

"Bang --"

hit the hull's eye

The guard yelled, "Sergeant Ping, hit the target!"

Pingkong put down the bow and arrow, slightly forehead, body back

It's the kid's turn

Not far away

The oppressive sight of the man shot coldly in the past

The little bow and arrow in his hand almost didn't hold steady

The guard looking at the target in the distance yelled: "please start shooting, young master."

The little guy slowly lifted his bow and arrow

over there

The target falls automatically

The man sniffed: "what's the matter? Put it in that position! "

The guard's movements were taken back in horror

The target was still stable at an altitude of two meters

Feng Muyang turns around

Frowning and whispering: "marshal, is this biased?"

"Young master's training height is always one meter equal to his"

"Is it difficult for him to become the enemy he will encounter in the future, and he will squat down to make it impossible for him to shoot?"

"But marshal, the young master is still young, and his body will grow!"

"Ah --" the man sneered, and his sight became colder and colder

"In your opinion, he is fit to be respectable at his present age. When he is old, he should do such training?"

"Subordinates... Subordinates dare not!"

"Go away, don't get in the way of Ben Shuai."

"Yes, it is... Subordinate... Subordinate is not!"

Feng Muyang came back dejected

"I'm sorry, young master," he said in a low voice

The little guy shook his head. "It's OK, uncle Feng. Two meters is two meters."

He breathed heavily

In the direction of the arrow, he went up two inches

Everyone held their breath

"Whew --"

The bow and arrow seemed to lose its strength

Out of the shell

"Bang --"

The bow and arrow passed the target

Sergeant yelled: "young master Miss target --"

"In this game, the non commissioned officer will win!"

The little guy decadent dropped his bow and arrow, full of frustration

"I'm sorry, uncle Feng. Ruofeng lost!"

"It's OK, young master. Let's keep up our efforts. You can do it!"

Han Ping and Han Chen also came to comfort: "it's OK, young master!"

"Yes, it's two meters. It's good to shoot like this!"

The little guy smiles again, "mm-hmm, ruofeng will work hard!"

Words fall

A cold voice suddenly came in

"Do you think you can still be complacent about such achievements?"

Several people brush their heads up

"After training for more than a month, you are reporting to me with such achievements?"

"Don't you think it's embarrassing?"

The little guy was red eyed

But the man is more and more severe, "what is not the result, but also delusion to go to Kyoto to apply for?"

He was red eyed and surprised, "how do you... How do you know?"

"President Yin of the public school introduced me to the list of students going to Kyoto. The first name on the second page is you --"

"Blue as maple!"