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"Ten feather arrows are all hit!How is this possible?" Zhang Yi looked at He Xing with an incredulous expression, and the thunderous shouts around him, as if he hadn't heard it, just looked at the golden bottle five zhang away.

"This guy really doesn't have a cover, so he can enter, and he has to be impressive?" Yang Zheng muttered and stepped forward calmly.

Everyone stopped shouting at the same time, and the silence was so quiet that only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard. Everyone's eyes looked at Yang Zheng.

The magistrate sent ten feathered arrows and respectfully retreated.

Yang Zheng took the feather arrows with his hand, slowly raised his eyes, raised his hand, threw them, and heard a few "smack!" A few sounds, ten feather arrows were thrown out one after another.

"Dang!"

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A crisp sound broke the calm, and everyone turned their heads to look at each other, with an incredible expression.

Even He Xing also squinted his eyes, and when he looked back at Yang Zheng, there was a little more admiration in his eyes.

The magistrate walked up, counted the golden bottles, and shouted to the crowd, "All ten are in the middle!"

"How is this possible?" This time it was Wang Hu's turn to look incredible, and Zhang Yi was surprised and happy, and the shouting voice was a little louder than before, if it was admiration before, it was simply worshiped by everyone at this time.

He Xing gritted his teeth, this result was beyond his expectations, he didn't expect Yang Zheng to have such a high pitching skill, which was on par with himself.

"Huh-?" Yang Zheng exhaled heavily, this kind of trick is extremely important, arm strength, and human endurance, if the three are missing, there will never be this effect, if it weren't for the darts he has practiced since he was a child, he really wouldn't be sure that he could hit all ten feather arrows!

There was a quiet all around, and the shouting just now, the applause came to an abrupt end after the magistrate's voice landed, and everyone looked at He Xing and Yang Zheng, their eyes were full of anticipation and waiting.

Yang Zheng didn't have a good impression of He Xing, but seeing the other party's superb pitching skills, he also admired it a little in his heart, so it didn't seem to be overly suppressed, and he was about to step forward and say that he had made peace.

Unexpectedly, He Xing gritted his teeth and stepped forward and said, "Lord Yang is good at archery, but there is still a way to compete in the humble position, I don't know if Lord Yang can do it?"

"My day, is this a shameless face?" Yang Zheng scolded secretly and said: "It's okay, it's okay, it's been a long time since I've had such a good time, it's rare for a soldier to be so Yaxing today, I want to give it a try?"

He Xingdao: "This time I want to adjust the distance with the adults to six zhang away, you and I throw pots at the same time, based on ten feather arrows, whoever throws more will win!!"

This method of competition is somewhat the same as some shots in later generations, two people shoot at the target at the same time, and the winner or loser depends on the number of rings you shoot! And it is thrown in the same place, at the same time, and after throwing one arrow, then throwing the second arrow, this is no different from the later generations?

"I can't imagine that the ancients were so smart and could come up with such a method, which is very in line with my taste?" Yang Zheng smiled, looking harmless to humans and animals.

He Xing hated his teeth itching, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "This guy promised so quickly, won't he be holding back?" He rarely played this kind of pitcher six feet away, and his accuracy was somewhat discounted, but now he said that he wanted to quit, which he couldn't accept.

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"I think he is really pretending to be calm?" Wang Hu whispered in He Xing's ear.

He Xing nodded and said: "You are right, few people can vote for the pitcher outside the six zhang, and he will not be able to vote, but he will also not be able to hit!"

The soldiers around were even more jubilant, and the pitching pot outside the six zhang was impossible to complete, and everyone was thrilled to see it today.

Gao Hang was also interested, smiled at Zhang Yi, and said, "I wonder if the two generals are interested in making a bet?"

Zhang Yi smiled and said, "Of course I'm interested, I'm optimistic about General Yang, I'll bet on one hundred taels?"

"I'll bet a hundred taels too!" Jin Yixiao said loudly.

This shout, Xu Feng and others on the side also heard it clearly, and they bet Yang Zheng one hundred taels!

This time Yang Zheng's bet was more than a thousand taels, Gao Hang swallowed his saliva, smiled, and suddenly turned his head to Wang Hu and said, "Wang Baihu, how much bet do you make?"

Wang Hu glanced at everyone contemptuously, and sneered: "Since you are interested, I will play with you, and I will bet five hundred taels!" Several ten masters behind him also placed a few hundred taels, and the bets on both sides were about the same.

A hint of cunning flashed in Gao Hang's eyes, and he said slowly: "I don't know how to calculate this odds?"

Wang Hu just spoke, and Gao Hang said: "How about accompanying a hundred?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Wang Hu, but also Zhang Yi, Jin Yixiao, Xu Feng and others all secretly took a breath of cold air, and the odds were one hundred to one, that is to say, as long as Yang Zheng lost, one hundred taels immediately became ten thousand taels, which can be regarded as a huge amount of money for these soldiers, and he will never be able to take out a small thousand households?

Gao Hang looked at everyone's surprised appearance, and was secretly proud in his heart, with his Jinyiwei's awareness for many years, he had already seen that Yang Zheng had some means of throwing pots, although He Xing's skills were good, he might not be Yang Zheng's opponent, and it was precisely because of this that he boldly put forward this statement.

"I don't know if Wang Baihu dares to bet?" Gao Hang said with a smile.

Wang Hu's face was a little ugly, and when he saw everyone's eyes fall on his face, he gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't you dare?"

Gao Hang laughed and said: "Okay, refreshing, now the silver taels bet on each other are 1,500 taels, calculated at the odds of one to 100, if General Yang loses, I will pay Wang Baihu 100,000 taels, and vice versa, Wang Baihu can understand?"

Wang Hu snorted coldly and said, "That's how exciting!"

Gao Hangdao: "Very good, very good!"

Yang Zheng didn't know that Gao Hang had already made a bet for the two, he was squinting his eyes and looking at the golden bottle six zhang away, and he had promised to fight, and he cheered up.

He Xing also made such a move, and the soldiers around him were extremely excited because it was rare to see such a grand occasion, and everyone turned their heads to each other, rendering the entire ancient city of Hangzhou very lively.

After the two of them looked at each other, the magistrate beat the first drum, and then a soldier brought an incense burner, on which an incense burner was lit, and the smoke curled, and the magistrate glanced at the two of them, and then beat the second drum.

He Xing glanced at Yang Zheng and snorted coldly, and walked to the line six zhang away without saying a word, and the magistrate hurriedly sent ten feather arrows, and He Xing took it.

Yang Zheng smiled faintly, carrying his hands behind his back, with the demeanor of a worldly master, which attracted an endless stream of whispers around him.

"On the eve of the war, you can still be so calm, this Yang Jiajun really has everyone's demeanor?" Zhang Yi admired.

Gao Hang smiled: "This little brother, I really know how to pick the time, I am 100,000 taels, can you be serious?"

The soldiers around followed Yang Zheng into the six-zhang outer line and began to shout again.

Yang Zheng took the ten feather arrows handed by the magistrate in one hand and nodded at the magistrate who was looking.

The magistrate understood and waved his hand at the sound of the drum.

"'Knock!knock!'

After a deafening drum sound, the noise around immediately stopped, and everyone looked at Yang Zheng and He Xing who were six feet away.

Wang Hu looked at He Xing a little nervously, and then looked at Gao Hang, seeing that he looked calm, he couldn't help but be a little anxious.

"Boom!"

After another drum sound, He Xing and Yang Zheng each threw an arrow, and they heard a sound of "dang!" and the two fell into each other's golden bottles at the same time, and after a silence, a shout broke out all around.

"All in?" the crowd exclaimed, followed by a thunderous shout.

"This is too powerful, right, can you enter like this?" Zhang Yi muttered, his eyes feeling incredible.

The second drum sounded, and this time it was unexpected that Yang Zheng threw the feather arrow in his hand first, and everyone obviously didn't expect him to strike first, so he paused slightly, and looked at He Xing.

He Xing also froze, and at the moment when everyone's eyes looked at him, he also threw a second arrow, but this arrow was obviously not carefully aimed, and at the moment of throwing, he looked a little nervous.

"Dang!"

Two crisp sounds, two feather arrows each entered his own golden bottle, He Xing exhaled heavily, just now Yang Zheng messed up his plan, almost missed, if it weren't for his feeling that was still there, how could this arrow not be thrown.

"Boom!"

The third drum sounded, He Xing snorted lightly, he had always been in front, and suddenly let him follow behind Yang Zheng, he was extremely unaccustomed, so after the third drum sounded, he took the lead in throwing the third feather arrow, the moment the feather arrow flew out, Yang Zheng also threw it at the end of the drum, the two feather arrows one after the other, formed a beautiful arc in the air, and fell into the golden bottle accurately, and the crisp sound made the soldiers around him look incredible.

Yang Zheng's face was as calm as water, this kind of pitching pot was very similar to the shooting of later generations, for him, he would only become more and more interested, so every arrow thrown, he seemed extremely stable.

He Xing's face was a little ugly, he practiced very little throwing pots outside the six zhang, and it was beyond his expectations to be able to hit three arrows in a row today, he thought that Yang Zheng couldn't throw it if he was six zhang away, but now seeing that he was more stable than one arrow, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Master duel, there is no room for impetuousness.

At this moment, the fourth drum sounded, He Xing exhaled heavily, his eyes squinted at Yang Zheng, and at the moment when he retracted his gaze, his right hand was raised, and his left hand was slightly sent, and the seven feather arrows held in his left hand were handed over.

"What is he going to do?" Zhang Yi squinted his eyes and was slightly stunned, and muttered.

Everyone also noticed this and looked at them one after another.

"Success or failure is in one fell swoop?" He Xing muttered, his eyes narrowed slightly, his raised right hand swung out with all his might, and a feather arrow flew out quickly with a "shudder".