Empress, don't make trouble, I'm really a gentleman

During several high-level conversations, the officials who presided over the military exercise had already read out the names of the first-round contestants.

His voice also attracted the attention of Ji Wuchen and others.

A row of soldiers stepped onto the arena and selected bows and arrows suitable for their own strength.

The performance of this round of personnel is sparse and ordinary. Although they are already the king of soldiers in ordinary troops, it is difficult to catch the eyes of Wang Yong and others.

Among them, the best performer was a member of the Zhenxi Army. The young soldier was very strong. He chose a hard bow that was half the height of a person. He bent the bow and set the arrow in one go. The arrow penetrated more than an inch into the target.

"Only seven rings."

Wang Zhi's eyesight was amazing, he shook his head slightly when he saw the result.

A thousand steps away, maintaining a certain lethality and hitting the seventh ring, such an achievement is enough to make most of the army proud, but it can only be regarded as a mid-level in the mighty army.

The archery soldier himself was a first-rank martial artist, heaved a sigh of relief after completing the arrow, and quietly glanced at the few people on the high platform.

He thinks this is a very good result, don't you see, there are two people next to him who didn't even hit the target?
However, his heart sank slightly, because the eyes of the super generals were flat and they didn't pay much attention to him, but the first-class generals smiled and nodded at him.

Is it because my strength is not enough?
The rookie of the Zhenxi Army clenched his fists and sighed slightly.

However, it is good enough to attract the attention of some important people.

Everyone has three chances to shoot an arrow, and the best result is taken out of the three. His next two arrows are also good, but slightly worse than the first one.

"That's right, it's a talent that can be created."

A general smiled and found a good seedling.

They are not Wang Yong and Wang Zhi, and their vision is not so high. They feel that such achievements are already amazing enough. If they are under their own hands, they will definitely shine and become kings of soldiers.

After several rounds of people passed by, the best result among them was the seventh ring.

A lot of people missed the target, and they missed a single shot.

The distance of a thousand steps is indeed too far, and the target is still extremely hard, and it is impossible to penetrate it without a certain amount of strength. This project is quite difficult.

"Zhao Longkong is on the stage."

Someone whispered, and there was a strange light in their eyes.

"Mighty Army, Zhao Longkong!"

The official who presided over the exercise also read the name aloud.

Ji Wuchen became interested and looked at the man.

Zhao Longkong is very young, in his twenties, wearing gray and black armor, with a heroic posture, arms and waist, with a unique aura.

"Long Kong is the leader of the younger generation in the Mighty Army. His strength is very good. My brother and I admire him very much."

Wang Zhi also looked at Zhao Longkong and said calmly.

He is not a talkative person, but he is explaining for Ji Wuchen at this moment.

Wang Yong didn't look at it specially, the expression in his eyes was always indifferent.

"It seems that Uncle Zhi and Uncle Yong like him very much."

Ji Wuchen replied, expecting a little more from this young man.

He saw the realm of this man: the eighth-rank master.

Such a young master is indeed extraordinary.

Nangong Jing also looked at it, and there was a gleam of splendor in her beautiful eyes.

There is no doubt that Zhao Longkong may be the next Wang Yong in the future.

Wang Yong has no heirs left behind, and the Zhao brothers are his two adopted sons, who are well-known in the capital.

"What a fine young man."

The empress praised it, and she didn't hide it in front of all the generals.

Ji Wuchen sighed shamelessly: "Yeah, it's only a few points worse than me."

Wang Yong was taken aback by his brazenness, and his expression was a little weird.

Nangong Jing was amused, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Who among the young talents can compare to the Great General?"

The empress teased.

Ji Wuchen seemed unable to hear the teasing in the words, and nodded in agreement, leaving Nangong Jing speechless for a while.

This person is really...not humble.

Jing'er also secretly smiled, her big watery eyes were peeking at Ji Wuchen all the time, her face was blushing shyly.

The appearance of Zhao Longkong also caused commotion among the contestants.

"Look, that's Zhao Longkong!"

"Sure enough, it's not easy to look at. There are dragons and phoenixes among people."

"If only I was that good... No, if only I were half as good as him."

Some people are envious.

"Looks average, not as handsome as me."

Suddenly a piercing muttering sounded.

A few soldiers beside the voice looked over, saw a vicious ugly face, and immediately laughed out loud.

"Haha, that joke is really funny."

A soldier in the eastern theater taunted.

The person who spoke was Fu An.

Hearing the ridicule, Fu An's eyes showed a fierce look, and he almost gave a lesson.

Fortunately, Qinglong stopped him with his eyes.

The soldier saw that Fu An wanted to attack, so he was not afraid.

"Why, you don't like to listen to the truth? He has long been a master. How can you compare him with him? Some people just feel good about themselves."

The soldier said strangely.

He is also a well-known figure in his own army, and he is a moderate general, so naturally he will not be afraid.

Fu An didn't say much, but a sneer formed at the corner of his mouth.

Grandmaster?No one really thinks the Grandmaster is great, right?
Zhao Longkong made a move.

He picked up the hardest bow, strangled the bowstring with his fingers, exerted a little force, and drew the longbow to full.

At this moment, the aura on Zhao Longkong's body became stern, the air swept up and his long hair blew, looking like a young military god.

His legs were slightly separated, his eyes, the bow and arrow, and the bull's-eye formed a straight line. As soon as he let go of his fingers, the arrow shot out of his hand.

"Whoosh!"

The arrows were like meteors, cutting through the air and making a sharp whistling sound.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and when the arrow hit the target, it roared like a cannonball, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Zhao Longkong threw down his longbow, turned around and left without waiting for anyone else, or for the second or third shot.

He knew that his arrow would definitely hit the tenth ring, so there was no need to shoot the next two arrows.

At the arrow target, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

The moment the arrow hit the target, the two exploded apart, turning into fragments and flying around.

With one arrow, it actually exploded the target?

The staff in charge of the test were taken aback, and hurried forward to check. In the end, they judged the result of Zhao Longkong's arrow from the traces of the broken target: ten rings!
"It's really good."

Ji Wuchen nodded and praised.

Whether it is strength or aura, this Zhao Longkong is very strong and deserves attention.

Wang Yong remained expressionless, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

Everything was expected, if Zhao Longkong wasn't ten rings, maybe he could be surprised once more.

"Longkong's strength is not bad, even in our Tiance camp, among the younger generation, he can be ranked among the top three."

Wang Yong said lightly.

He seems to be bragging, and also seems to be implying Ji Wuchen: Your reorganized Tiance Camp should not be too weak.

Ji Wuchen nodded.

"There are also strong players of this level in the dream team, Uncle Yong, don't worry."