Legend of the Great Saint

Tibetan finally shocked: “Natural divine power!?” Shake your head again: “Forget that you are practicing outside hard work, it's no surprise that you are stronger! ”

“Shooting arrows isn't just a matter of strength. Take it!” The Tibetan master took the hunting bow off his back and threw it at Li Qingshan.

“It's Tibetan's horn bow. It weighs a stone!” “It's Tibetan's heart to embarrass the boy. It's not the same as grinding a bow and throwing a rock. ”

One stone is 120 pounds, common hunting bows do not pursue power, but more precision and ingenuity, rarely such a hard bow. The bow is too hard and powerful, but if the bowman can't manipulate it, the accuracy and archery speed will be poor.

If you encounter a beast in the mountains, the first arrow misses, the second arrow misses, and the beast comes up, there is only one way to die. But the hunters who can play with these hard bows, they're all god shooters, and shooting tiger leopards in the mountains is not a word.

Li Qingshan slipped the hunting bow. This is a good oak bow wrapped in veterinary skin, wrapped in silk, with the beef ribbon as the bow string. The hand is light but extremely powerful.

He followed the method explained by the Tibetan grandfather, bent his back and pulled the bow string apart, and his muscles and bones spread along.

The Tibetan master was surprised to discover that his posture was very standard. He remembered that he was just watching. He pointed out a little bit. Li Qingshan had no hesitation in understanding the Divine Society. A moment of kung fu seemed to have taken three months of hard work.

Learn to open a bow, it is not easy to make a hard bow at first. You need to practice with soft bows, shoot a lot of arrows, and slowly modify the position to strengthen the bow strength.

Tibetan directly gave Li Qingshan his horn bow, which is to save his mind to beat him. Even though you can pull off your strength, but you can't shoot your butt, but Li Qingshan's performance was unexpected.

It's not that Li Qingshan's enlightenment is really far better than the others. What was taught him in "The Great Fist of the Bull Demon" was the most basic lucky force, the knife and gun sword trite, as soon as he mastered the points, he could quickly get started.

Sweat seeps out of Li Qingshan's forehead and maintains a bow-opening position. It does take a lot more effort than lifting a rock lock. The muscles all over the body are in hidden pain.

“This is a good way to practice, even though you are tired when practicing boxing, but your fists are all empty, and you will need to buy a strong bow to practice your skills in the future, which will definitely be very beneficial. ”

“All right, aim at the target. Shoot me an arrow!” Grandpa Tibetan commanded.

Li Qingshan dropped the hunting bow, took a short break, twisted a feather arrow, opened the bow again, facing a target 50 steps away.

“Sink your heart, don't rush out and look at the target!” Grandpa Tibet pointed aside.

Li Qingshan's eyes stared straight at the target's heart and suddenly lit up, only because of the daytime, so nobody noticed. With all his attention, the target seemed to have grown larger and was no longer so remote.

Legend has it that the ancient shooter practiced arrows, tied the lice to the rope, and then watched day and night, the lice slowly grew larger, at first as big as a wheel, then as big as a mountain peak, stuffed in front of the eyes, an arrow ejected through the lice body.

Li Qingshan felt this way at this time. The mind knows that this is mostly the effect of tears of green cows. His eyes are as fast as slow, his eyes are as close as they are, and the hole is completely shady.

“Medium!” Li Qingshan's psychic machine moved and the feather arrow went off the string and flew towards the target.

“Sure!” Feather arrows nailed deep onto the wooden target, but didn't hit the center of the target, but landed on the edge of the target, barely shooting.

Li Qingshan felt slightly embarrassed: “I didn't hit the target, but I did. ”

But no one around them was surprised to say anything. For the first time in their lives, they shot arrows, opened a strong stone bow, and scored a target 50 steps away. Even in this generation of villages, they never heard of such a figure.

“What the hell is this guy doing here?! ”

Tibetan barely kept calm on his face: “Just practice well in the future.” As an old hunter, he knew best that Li Qingshan's first archery, he could not assess the position of the archery and the impact of the mountain wind.

“But I don't think this bow is strong enough! Li Qingshan wanted to pursue a strong bow that needed to be driven with all his strength.

Tibetan master didn't listen much, took Li Qingshan's hand bow and shot at the distant target bow, his cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp as eagles.

His right hand waved continuously. Only Li Qingshan was present to see clearly. He touched three feather arrows.

“Sure!” The three feather arrows lined up and fell on the target's heart, listening to only one voice in his ear.

The scene was quiet, followed by a series of cheering sounds.

“Lian Zhuang Arrow!” How could Li Qingshan not know the name of this arrow method? It was read in a book in a previous life, but as an interesting thing.

But when he saw it with his own eyes, he knew that it was a real killing skill, and his heart measured it. Unless he was close to the beat, he would never escape such an arrow, and if the Tibetan master attacked the ambush, he would certainly die.

Tibetan master looked at Li Qingshan with little words. Li Qingshan had understood what he meant and could not produce such an arrow method. He also talked about “bow grinding when strong”. The other party was not unable to pull a heavier bow. He just chose the most suitable one. He prayed respectfully and sincerely: “Please teach me the arrow technique! ”

“In the future, you will also be part of my Le Ma Zhuang. It is not necessary to say that I will teach you with all my heart. It is up to you to learn a few points, but I believe that your arrow will be above me in the coming days.” The Tibetan master was comfortable with his heart, and he was delighted with the colour.

He didn't like Li Qingshan, but when Li Qingshan showed his talent and strength, shocked him and let go of his posture. His emotions dropped a bend. Not only did he immediately identify with Li Qingshan, but he greatly appreciated it.

This evaluation shocked everyone, Tibetan master in the Zhuang is the strongest arrow technique, which is generally accepted, even the hunting head yellow disease tiger's arrow technique is taught by himself, he will be so evaluated, I'm afraid the whole Zhuang Zi should be shocked.

Those newborn children, who were bad for Li Qingshan, were also surrounded. Seven mouths said that the secret flow revealed intimacy. This is not inflammatory tendencies, but their age, which is the most venerable.

Perhaps there are still people who are jealous and excluded, but no more dare to despise provocation, the atmosphere in the field has become harmonious. The more Li Qingshan understands, wanting others to identify with you, not with words and words, but with sufficient strength.

If he did not have the strength, it would not only take a long time to reach this effect through social means, but it would also break his eyebrows and distort his mind.

By evening, Li Qingshan has been able to achieve the target heart of each arrow, but it is necessary to prepare to fire such an arrow, far from being able to fire as casually as the Tibetan master, let alone shoot even beads. But in the eyes of others, it's not enough to think.

In the next few days, Li Qingshan immersed arrow technology, increasingly sophisticated. Though the Bull Demon Fist has not let go, progress has been extremely slow.

Finally, after a few days, Li Qingshan returned home, carefully opened the bar, and the strong medicinal aroma filled his mouth and nose. He held the bar directly and drank a large sip.

PS: Happy Sixty-first Children's Day, ask for another ticket ^_^