Ye Fan didn't even look at how Zhao Feiyang bent his bow and shot an arrow, or what he hit.
There is no need!
No matter how powerful Zhao Feiyang is, he is at best just a martial arts genius from the wealthy Zhao family in Luyang Prefecture. His intermediate bow skill "Hundred Steps Piercing Yang Arrow" is 71 points, which means that Zhao Feiyang's archery proficiency has only reached the seventh level of "Proficiency".
Compared with the tenth realm of "turning decay into magic" martial arts recorded in the sacred book "Sorrow", there is no comparison at all.
Ye Fan closed his eyes and allowed every muscle in his body to completely relax.
The moment after Zhao Feiyang finished shooting.
Ye Fan took a deep breath and finally opened his eyes, revealing a pair of dark and bright pupils.
"Start 'Martial God's Martial Arts!'—Basic Archery Skills!"
Ye Fan thought silently in his heart, stared at the divine arm bow in his hand, and drew the bowstring.
Before that, everyone's attention was originally on Zhao Feiyang, and they were talking loudly and praising Zhao Feiyang's superb archery skills.
But the moment Ye Fan opened the magic arm bow, Ye Fan suddenly seemed to have a magical attraction, like a peerless archer. Once he holds the bow and arrow in his hand, he can look down upon the world. Archery warrior.
The noisy crowd in the entire hall looked stunned and turned to look at Mark.
Under this look, their shocked eyes could no longer look away.
Ye Fan's hands holding the bow became extremely firm, and his eyes were extremely calm and deep, looking dozens of feet in front of the hall.
Even if the sky falls apart, it can't shake his concentration at all.
This expression of concentration is moving.
In the hall, there was silence for an instant and it became extremely quiet.
Everyone is immersed in it, even those who were originally mocking and dismissive, are now holding their breath and staring at Ye Fan's every slight movement.
"This. The terrifying power of concentration!"
Mu Fengshan's eyes were filled with awe, and his heart was shaken.
Ye Fan had not yet shot the arrow, but he gave people an unimaginable sense of certainty. It was as if no matter how he shot, the arrow was destined to hit the target he wanted.
This is a kind of god-level mental control power!
This young man from a humble family can win the first place in the martial arts department. He is indeed no ordinary person.
At Luyang Mansion's annual martial arts celebration banquet, what everyone really looks forward to is the outstanding performance of the number one in the martial arts department.
The number one on the list is the protagonist of this night banquet.
Tonight's banquet seems to be no exception.
Ye Fan opened his arms and pulled the divine arm bow horizontally. A sharp edge like an eagle flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly shot an arrow.
"Whoosh!"
The pupils of all the guests suddenly shrank, their breaths froze, and their spirits became tense. Their eyes followed the flying arrow.
The flying arrow flew through the air in the hall.
"Boom!" A sound.
Nailed to a hall beam in the corner of the hall dozens of feet away from Ye Fan.
All the guests opened their eyes wide, wanting to see what Ye Fan had shot.
However, there is nothing above the beams and pillars.
There was dead silence in the hall for a moment.
"this!"
"How is this going?"
"Ye Fan's arrow was very powerful, but it didn't hit anything?!"
All the guests looked at each other in shock, but no one said a word.
Ye Fan's arrow was so powerful that they did not dare to question it.
but. If he didn't hit anything, what would happen if his aura was strong?
The Zhao family elder was stunned for a while, slammed the table, laughed wildly, and burst into tears: "What kind of rubbish archery skill is this? This is the top candidate in the joint examination of the ten colleges of Luyang Prefecture, and the top candidate in the martial arts department Superb archery skills?"
He felt completely at ease now. If Ye Fan was embarrassed at such an important banquet, his assessment results would definitely be rejected unanimously by all the deans.
Zhao Feiyang beats Ye Fan and can naturally regain the top spot in the martial arts department.
"Ha ha!"
"That's right, where did this person come from?"
"I'm finally convinced!"
"The claim that he is number one in the martial arts department and that he is at the divine level in the "Basic Three Elements" is exaggerated! If he were so powerful, I could even take the exam in the Canglan Kingdom Palace and get the number one spot."
"I don't know what clumsy means he used to overwhelm all the candidates in the examination room!"
The Zhao family elder laughed, and the guests burst into laughter. Some young warriors even almost fell down from the table laughing.
The dean of Nanchen Martial Arts Academy was too ashamed to look at anyone else. He felt ashamed that Nanchen Martial Arts Academy had such a poor martial arts student.
"Brother Ye, accept, accept, accept!"
Zhao Feiyang glanced at the arrow on the beam, smiled faintly, and cupped his hands towards Ye Fan.
Then, he returned to his seat, picked up the cup and took a sip of the wine, and never looked at Mark again.
His heart was filled with contempt and disdain.
How can such a loser deserve to be his opponent!
He, Zhao Feiyang, has not fallen to this level yet.
As for the matter of taking back the top spot in the martial arts department of the Ten Academy Joint Examination, the elders of the Zhao clan will have to negotiate with the government academy.
I believe that Dean Mu has also seen with his own eyes Ye Fan's true ability, and also knows who should be the real number one in the martial arts department.
After Ye Fan shot an arrow, he put the Divine Arm Bow back to its original place in the weapon rack, and raised his hand to the old dean Mu Fengshan, "The disciple has finished the competition! I still have something to be busy with, please leave first!"
The people's ridicule did not make Ye Fan feel any embarrassment on his face.
This simple archery competition is a bit too bullying for Zhao Feiyang, a direct descendant of the wealthy Zhao family. Ye Fan didn't want to waste time at this banquet.
This is the second time he has started the "Martial Arts Performance" today. The assessment in the morning has seriously depleted his mental and physical strength, and this time in the evening it directly consumed a lot of energy and blood in his body.
After shooting an arrow, his face was completely pale and bleeding, and he just wanted to go back and rest early.
Afterwards, Ye Fan finished speaking and was about to turn around and leave.
How could the Zhao clan let Ye Fan leave this night banquet so easily.
It would be too boring if he didn't severely humiliate this "number one in the fake martial arts department".
He took a sip of tea and said with a faint sneer: "Wait a minute! I haven't invited Dean Mu and the elders to taste your and Feiyang's archery skills yet, so why rush to leave!"
"Yes! We have a doubt in our minds, why did you shoot this huge three-foot beam? Does this beam have a grudge against you?!"
"Zhao Feiyang shot five red wax wicks with his five eyes. What did you shoot?"
Suddenly, some people from the Zhao family laughed and laughed.
Ye Fan stood in the hall and looked back at the Zhao family members, feeling secretly angry. It seems that the Zhao family always refuses to shed tears until they see the coffin, forcing themselves to humiliate them in public.
He looked up at the arrow that was about to fall on the beam of his house.
"Zhao Feiyang's arrow shot out ten feet, and the final target was 'in the center of the screen'.
But it is actually about an inch away from the center.
Drawing the bow relies on the control of arm strength.
The deviation of your bow and arrow is so much due to insufficient arm strength training, so I speculate that your "Basic Boxing Technique" should have stopped at the fifth level.
In fact, if you can practice "Basic Boxing" to the seventh level or above, the bow and arrow you shoot will not deviate by more than an inch in just a hundred steps. "
Ye Fan said calmly.
Suddenly, the eyes of all the guests in the hall turned to the three-foot-sized landscape painting screen in front of the hall.
As expected, Zhao Feiyang's arrow missed the center of the screen by a slight inch.
Compared with a screen that is three feet in size, this one-inch deviation is simply insignificant.
This is just an inch difference. If Ye Fan didn't say anything, almost none of them would pay attention.
But when Ye Fan said this, everyone suddenly felt that the one-inch difference became very eye-catching.
This also means that Ye Fan's vision and insight have reached a very terrifying level. In the huge hall, you can find a detail that is so small that it is not noticeable.
They were frightened for the first time by Ye Fan's terrifying insight.
Only then did the guests realize that Zhao Feiyang's archery skills did not seem to be as good as they had previously imagined.
Zhao Feiyang's eyes were dull, and the cup in his hand slipped and fell to the ground with "clang!"
His hands and feet were cold, his face was full of disbelief, and he looked at Mark in shock.
His arrow missed the center of the screen by an inch?
Moreover, his "Basic Boxing Technique" has indeed only been cultivated to the fifth level. How could this secret be clearly seen by Ye Fan at a glance?
Zhao Feiyang couldn't help it on the spot, his pupils were red, he slapped the table and roared excitedly: "My arrow missed by an inch!? What about you? Your arrow flew randomly onto the beam, a thousand times worse than mine!" Do you still have the right to laugh at me for being an inch off?!"
There was a hint of ridicule at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and he was about to say something.
"Ye Fan hit the target he wanted!"
At this time, the girl in white who was sitting quietly next to Dean Mu suddenly opened her red lips and explained lightly:
"What he shot was a flying mosquito flying in the air on the beam! The mosquito was about three millimeters long, and the mosquito wings were one millimeter long. He shot off the wings of a flying mosquito, which was deviated from the center of the screen. One inch, the distance difference between the two is about thirty times. But the difficulty is far more than a hundred times. To make a simple metaphor, if Zhao Feiyang uses the intermediate "Hundred Steps Piercing Yang Arrow" to shoot an arrow, the target is a face a hundred steps away. , and Ye Fan used "Basic Archery" to shoot one of the eyelashes on the eye, and it was an eyelash that blinked rapidly. The difficulty between the two is hugely different and cannot be compared!"
After saying that, the girl in white nodded to the woman in green next to her.
The woman in green understood this, walked quickly to the ground below the beam, and carefully picked up a flying mosquito that had one of its wings broken and was still struggling.
She carefully served it in a transparent glass cup for all the deans to see.
In the hall, the guests looked at the flying mosquito with half of its wings still struggling in the cup, fell into dead silence again, and looked at Ye Fan with incredibly shocked eyes.
Ye Fan's arrow hit the beam, not because he wanted to shoot the beam, but because his target was a flying mosquito flying randomly in the air ten feet away.
After shooting down the flying mosquito, the arrow landed on the beam, but the target was not the beam.
This archery skill, at first glance, does not seem to have any dazzling special features, but it is definitely the tenth level of God-level "Basic Archery" - the arrow breaks and flies! Using basic archery skills, one can hit a hair within ten feet.
Zhao Feiyang was completely stunned.
Suddenly, no one dared to question it.
Mu Bing, the daughter of Dean Mu, is not very young, but she is a talented girl who has been famous in Luyang Mansion for a long time. She is more outstanding than many powerful young warriors in the hall.
She majored in runes, and her eyesight was so strong that it was definitely not comparable to ordinary people.
Ye Fan looked at Mu Bing in surprise, wondering how she found out that what she shot was a flying mosquito.
However, now is not the time to worry about this.
His energy and blood were extremely weak now. If someone else patted him on the shoulder casually, he would probably collapse and he would have to leave the night banquet immediately. You can't stay any longer, otherwise you will definitely miss the mark.