Comprehension is against the heavens: the method of condensing the innate divine fetus in the womb

Archery tournaments don't come one by one.

Instead, all the young children participating in the competition, standing on the same level, followed the order, and shot arrows in unison.

Each contestant has an archery platform that is three feet high and one foot square.

On each stage, on the weapon racks on the left and right sides, there are eight strong bows of different sizes.

The color of the bow tires is different, and the material is also different.

Obviously, it is to let the young sons choose their own bows.

Next to the weapon rack, there is a quiver.

There were three pitch-black arrows stuck in it.

You can clearly see the tail end of each arrow.

They are all engraved with the names of the corresponding forces.

And in front of the archery platform, it was a hundred and fifty zhang away.

A huge bluestone that had been sharpened into a target stood on the ground.

On a hard and smooth plane, from the outermost layer.

It is densely packed, with 50 layers of target rings, which are clearly depicted.

The outermost ring is two zhang wide, and the fifty rings in the center are the bull's-eye.

But it's only the size of a dragon's eye.

This represents the fifty scoring rules for archery competitions.

After everyone has shot three arrows, whoever has the highest score for three arrows.

That is, the leader!

Of course, a hundred arrows will definitely interfere with each other.

At that time, it will depend on the strength and luck of the individual.

I heard the order of the celebrant officer.

Whoosh

!

The genius young sons of the major forces are suddenly like a group of big rabbits out of the cage.

They each showed their skills and jumped onto the archery platform.

Then, one by one, they began to pick out the bows they had in hand.

Fang Han and Fang Wan glanced at each other.

"Little brother, you are a little bit, your arms are straight, and you are not as tall as a bow. "

"When you go up, don't tinker with the bow. "

"Just squat there honestly and watch my sister win the championship. "

"Don't worry, this kind of small scene, sister, I will kill indiscriminately!".

Fang Wan gently pinched Fang Han's ear.

Speak your mouth.

These strong bows are simply not able to be pulled by ordinary mortals.

Even if you are a master of the samurai realm, you must be proficient in archery before you can use it.

Otherwise, if you don't use it carefully.

It's easy to twist your muscles and bones, and you can't get out of bed for a month.

Even, it is not impossible to have the arm cut off by the bowstring.

In her opinion, although Fang Han was in the warrior realm.

But he didn't know martial arts at all.

It was purely by practicing the Dao Foundation Method to be promoted.

Extremely moisture.

It's just an empty shell.

"Anyway, the younger brother is already sensible, and when the Four Arts Conference is over. "

"It's time for the deity to urge him to practice martial arts. "

"The province is always crazy every day, and I don't learn anything. "

"Blind with such a good foundation. "

She had already begun to fantasize in her heart that Fang Han would follow her ass in the future.

It's a fart, and it's a cute look like a stroke to practice martial arts.

"Uh-huh!".

"Got it, sister. "

Fang Han blinked his big eyes, like a good baby.

Nodding his head again and again.

Fang Wan eats this set the most.

Immediately the beauty of the heart bubbles.

People are drifting away.

Flutteringly, he walked up to the archery ring.

Fang Han also climbed onto his archery table.

I looked left and right.

The people down there, haven't figured out how big these bows are.

But as soon as he came up, he stood in front of the weapon rack.

Looking at the one that was two or three times as tall as himself, and thicker than his own arm.

Even the bowstring was as thick as his fingers.

The huge sense of contrast came up at once.

Fang Han's mind was a little confused.

"Good fellow, is the bow of this world so outrageous?".

"The biggest bow turned out to be a hundred-stone strong bow!".

"This if".

Hundred stone strong bow, if you want to pull it away, you must at least enter the warrior realm, and your arms have 10,000 catties of strength.

And that's just the way to pull away.

If you want to aim smoothly and hit the target, it is simply impossible.

If you want to truly control a hundred-stone strong bow, you must at least be in the middle of the samurai realm.

Of course, there are highs and lows.

Fang Han saw that at the very end of the weapon rack, there was a bow with only twenty stones.

It's also extremely powerful.

But in comparison, it's like a small thing.

He looked left and right again.

A whole row of archery rings.

The other geniuses are all carefully choosing the bow to take advantage of.

At this step, the gap between these young children is revealed.

The power is relatively weak, the resources are few, and the strength of the young son is low.

Even the samurai realm has not broken through.

The one who chose was a bow of twenty or thirty stones.

And, judging by the way they looked, it was already very difficult to pull these bows.

Not to mention the quasi-head.

Moreover, with the strength of a bow of twenty stones, the distance was one hundred and fifty zhang.

Even if you are lucky enough to shoot at a very hard bluestone target.

It will also be bounced away, and it will not be able to penetrate at all.

It's equivalent to running along.

These young sons account for the vast majority.

After all, how difficult it is to give birth to a genius.

Even if it is these big forces, it is not necessarily the generation that has them.

And those who are stronger are the younger ones, who have stepped into the samurai realm.

They were all full of confidence, and the ones they chose were all fifty or sixty stone strong bows.

Obviously, each of them is proficient in archery.

A hundred steps through Yang are not a problem.

There is the strength to compete for the top spot.

Spectator seats.

All the guests were also watching intently as the young sons chose their bows.

It's also a part of showcasing the potential of the next generation.

"Sect Master of Shahe Sect, the youngest son of your family can't do it, just take a bow of thirty stones. "

"You Fog Hidden Gate is not very good, why don't you just take a forty-stone broken bow!".

Some forces that don't usually deal with each other have begun to talk to each other at this time.

Fight for red faces.

Suddenly, a man pointed down and exclaimed.

"Look, that holy woman in the Golden Yang Holy Land actually picked up that ninety-stone strong bow!"

"It's so strong!".

"It is said that she is already in the middle of the samurai period and can shoot a hundred stone strong bows. "

"At this time, I chose a bow of 90 stones, so steady is the heart!"

Everyone was amazed.

Fang Lingxiao nodded even more secretly.

Immediately after, another person pointed in another direction.

"Look there!".