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Chapter 50 Wang Lin's School Battle Against Pan Ming

Pan Ming is called Sai Pan'an, which shows that he is handsome.

Since ancient times, especially in the era of the Song Dynasty, when people pay attention to clothing and style, beautiful men have always been sought after by society.

So when Pan Ming rode forward, the crowd cheered louder and louder.

Pan Ming remained indifferent on the horse, and shouted, "Move the target to two hundred steps!"

On the examiner's platform, Bai Shizhong frowned.

He said in his heart that this brat from the Pan family is really arrogant and pushy, this is a martial arts competition, and he took the initiative to increase the difficulty for himself!
The examiner Meng Tong looked at Gao Qiu, who nodded slightly.

Meng Tong was about to order to move the target, but he heard Zhang Shuye interjected: "Wait a minute, you can increase the difficulty by yourself. What if you miss the target?"

Meng Tong sneered: "If you miss the target, you will count yourself as the loser!"

Zhang Shuye said no more.

Meng Tong said loudly on the stage: "Marquis Xingyang, you move the target yourself, if you miss the target, you will bear the consequences yourself!"

Pan Ming immediately said proudly, "Of course."

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Pan Ming performed a backbow in full view. The movement was extremely smooth and skillful, and it was very chic. In short, he had a very strong sense of appreciation. He drew the bow with a loud shout, and the full moon opened.

The target inspectors waved their flags again and again, the drummers beat their hands sorely, and the audience cheered enthusiastically and shouted hoarsely.

Pan Ming returned proudly on his horse.

The soldier returned to the examiner's platform with a target with nine arrows stuck in it, and said: "Master Examiner, Pan Ming, Marquis of Xingyang, hit all nine arrows, he is the number one!"

Gao Qiu smiled slightly: "I didn't expect the Marquis of Xingyang to be so outstanding in cavalry and shooting. It seems that he has been taught by a famous teacher."

Meng Tong also laughed: "Taiwei, Master Bai, I don't think there is any need to compete anymore. The Marquis of Xingyang hit all nine arrows from a distance of two hundred paces. This kind of archery is rare in ancient and modern times. Let him win this round of archery."

Zhang Shuye frowned and got up and said: "My lords, there is still a son Wang Lin who has not yet competed, how can we easily judge that the Marquis of Xingyang will win?"

Meng Tong sneered: "Does Master Zhang think that Wang Lin's archery skills can still surpass the Marquis of Xingyang's?"

"Victory or invincible, let's talk about it. This is the martial arts competition of the imperial court. How can it be such a joke?"

Seeing that the little one dared to confront him face-to-face and brush his face, Meng Tong was furious, but then remembered that Zhang Shuye was the supervisor sent by the government, so he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, turned around and said coldly: "Hurry up and order Wang Lin to shoot arrows!"

The army drum beat again, and everyone's eyes on the school field were focused on Wang Lin.

Jin'er, who was in the crowd outside the venue, frowned lightly, grabbed Zhang Zhenniang's sleeve and whispered: "My lady, can the little official win against the Marquis of Xingyang?"

Zhang Zhenniang shook her head lightly: "I don't know... In fact, the junior officials have already entered the top three. As long as they pass the palace examination again, the promotion of Zhongju is a certainty. Jin'er, what do you have to worry about."

In the grandstand, Li Shishi's eyes were as clear as water, and his eyes kept falling on Wang Lin who was on the field.Although Pan Ming was well-received by everyone, and his riding and archery skills were indeed superb, Li Shishi still felt that Wang Lin could turn the tables.

She also didn't know where her confidence in Wang Lin came from.

Zhao Fujin, who was not far from Li Shishi, had just cheered and drank Pan Ming, and the excitement on his little face hadn't passed yet, so he got up again and stared at Wang Lin who was slowly riding into the archery field, feeling a little nervous .

The disguised palace maid who waited beside her thought to herself, who exactly are you supporting, Di Ji?

Wang Lin passed by Pan Ming immediately, and Pan Ming said calmly, "Are you the so-called tiger-fighting hero from Shandong?"

Wang Lin smiled, stopped his horse, and clasped his fist slightly: "What advice does the Marquis of Xingyang have?"

Pan Ming: "You are not my opponent. Benhou advises you to give up voluntarily, so as not to lose face."

Wang Lin pursed his lips, urged the horse vigorously, and the horse galloped away.

While the horse was galloping, Wang Lin silently recited "Kuaishou", "Piercing Yang with a Hundred Steps", and "Swinging the Bow Left and Right" on the horse. The three skills were used at the same time, and he didn't bother to play those flashy tricks, and directly pulled Zhou Tong's famous magic arm bow It became a full moon, and the arrows shot like shooting stars. One arrow chased after another, which was also nine arrows. However, unlike Pan Ming, these nine arrows hit the bull's-eye and showed through the target!

There was a moment of silence.

The soldiers inspecting the target were stunned for a long time, and then they waved the flag and shouted: "Two hundred steps, nine arrows shoot together, and hit the bull's-eye!"

There is an essential difference between hitting the target and hitting the bull's eye!
The soldiers beating the military drum at the far end were excited. This kind of sharpshooter is rare in a hundred years. The rumbling drums shook the school grounds, and immediately the overwhelming audience cheered and cheered, which lasted for a long time!

In the crowd, Jin'er squeezed Zhang Zhenniang's hand so painfully, but Zhang Zhenniang didn't notice it at all, the two girls hugged each other excitedly and shed tears.

Li Shishi's tightly clenched hands slowly loosened, and his peerless face was filled with a relieved smile.

Zhao Fujin jumped up and down and shouted: "Wang Lin, good shot, I am very optimistic about you!"

Dun was so scared that the little yellow gate and the maid next to him were sweating coldly, they hurriedly looked around, and felt relieved when they saw that no one was paying attention.

Pan Ming's face sank like water.

His shoulders trembled slightly, although he didn't say a word, but at this moment his heart was greatly shaken.

He is good at archery, so he naturally understands that Wang Lin's archery skills are already unmatched in the world, almost no one can beat him!
However, how arrogant and arrogant he is, he lost to a country bumpkin, and he couldn't swallow the breath in his heart!

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Pan Ming slowly drew out his maces, pointed at Wang Lin and Ma Kuo and said, "Let's go together!"

Wang Lin's mouth twitched.

This proud man is a bit outrageous.

Seeing that he was so arrogant, Ma Kuo couldn't restrain himself, urged his horse to kill him with a long knife.

Ma Kuo is proficient in knife skills, which shows that he has worked hard for many years.

It's just that his martial arts still lagged behind Pan Ming's. After two or three face-to-face encounters, Pan Ming sneered and blocked Ma Kuo's blow with one mace, and then hit Ma Kuo's head hard with the other.

His pair of maces are made of refined steel, and they are powerful and heavy. Seeing that this mace is about to smash his brains into pieces, Ma Zangzhang turned pale with fright, he shook his head in a hurry to dodge it, and the mace hit him alive. Shoulder, the horse yelled and fell off the horse.

Seeing this, Wang Lin outside the court couldn't help but get angry.

Martial arts battles have their own rules, and it's not two armies fighting against each other. The attack was so vicious that it almost cost Ma Kuo's life!

Wang Lin grabbed his bright silver spear, got on his horse, and slacked in amidst the beating of the drums. With a long spear in his hand, he said calmly, "Marquis Xingyang, I'll meet you."

Pan Ming laughed wildly: "War is a fight, how can this Marquis be afraid of you, a country boy!"

Pan Ming brandished his two maces, and when the two horses met, Wang Lin picked up the gun in his hand, and a huge force passed by.

Pan Ming's expression changed suddenly.

With such strength, he knew that he was no match for Wang Lin.

But he has practiced riding and archery for so many years. He came to Beijing to take the martial arts exam. He wanted to become famous in one fell swoop. Seeing that the victory was in sight, a Shandong Wang Lin appeared suddenly. He had already lost to him in riding and archery. Where can I put my face!

Pan Ming turned his horse back, gritted his teeth and urged the horse to charge again.

Wang Lin sneered, and urged the horse to go up to him.

The maces in Pan Ming's hands were flying left and right, and Wang Lin lightly parried left and right, but in fact he only used [-]% to [-]% of his strength at most.

Pan Ming only felt that the tiger's mouth was covered with blood, and his heart sank. This round of counterattack, he reined in when the horse under his crotch had rushed more than ten steps away. His mount was obviously well-trained, and he did not say anything Raised hooves.

In an instant, Pan Ming immediately turned his head around and suddenly threw out his two maces. One up and one down, the wind whistled, and hit Wang Lin and his mount like hidden weapons!

This is the trump card he has practiced for many years!

(End of this chapter)