After the martial arts performance, it is naturally the theme of this riding and shooting competition. It is these young men's turn to play.

More than a hundred young knights in Group A urged the horse to step forward slowly. Although the horse stance was a bit messy, it seemed to look like it. I think these teenagers had definitely spent a lot of effort on equestrianism. Group A's people entered the west side of the grand training ground one after another, and stopped the horse and waited for the master's father's assessment.

The first competition was naturally Group A. Most of the onlookers were their families and relatives. As soon as they appeared, applause was thunderous and cheers were heard one after another.

Zhao State established its country with martial arts, and the nobles and relatives were also extremely powerful. Zhao Xin squinted his eyes and watched for a long time, but found that many of the more than 100 doctors were indeed real. Whether it was horsemanship, riding and shooting, or short-soldier fighting, they were all outstanding people. The father was very happy when he watched Longyan on the stage, and the little Zhao King looked envious and clapped his palms desperately to applaud.

After the competition in Group A, the master and father selected 23 excellent young men to join Yulin. The winner was full of joy, while the loser had a dull face, and he clenched his fists unwillingly and swore that he would be selected next year. The only pitiful ones are those children who are already eighteen years old. This is their last chance. Failure means that the road to joining the army is completely cut off.

Accompanied by the long role of the number, the sixty-four young knights in Group B also entered the training ground. The quality of this group was obviously worse than that of the upper group, with chaotic horses and different steps. Some people even hit the front because of their nervousness. They were in chaos, which attracted the audience's laughter. The master father on the stage couldn't help but smile, and he didn't expect much from this group.

At this time, the days are getting higher and it is almost lunch time. Half of the tens of thousands of viewers have dispersed. The ministers and generals on the stage are also yawning, obviously not very interested in this group of kids. Only the young master Cheng and a few people watched with great enthusiasm. They thought they wanted to see their son outstanding, and Zhao He also stretched his neck and had many expectations for his son.

The competition in Group B is not as complicated as Group A, and there is less fighting competition on the horse, but is reduced to a competition between equestrian and riding and shooting.

The first round was an equestrian competition. Sixty-four teenagers lined up in a row and rode their horses with the sound of orders. This round trip was a total of five miles, and there were several straw men at each hundred steps. What Zhao Xin and others had to do was to complete a series of chopping movements while competing for speed. In the end, whoever arrived first would be the winner.

It was not too late for Zhao Xin to get in touch with riding skills. When he was young, Li Dui often took him out for a horse to play, which was also the most skillful one of his immediate skills. In addition, Wang Xu's teleportation skills have become much more agile in the past few months. He wanted to win the first prize in a round of riding competitions. However, there were many masters in Group B. Zhao Xin tried his best and only competed for the eighth position, and was disappointed. Zhao Quan performed extremely well, surpassing his companions all the way. Unfortunately, he was careless in the final chopping movement. He almost lost his hand when he cut the sword into the wooden stake. The people behind him took the opportunity to surpass him and ended up in the second place.

After the equestrian competition, the second riding and shooting competition was held. Sixty-four teenagers divided the lottery into eight groups and entered the field to compete riding and shooting.

This is also the last competition, so after the arrow is shot, the teenagers will also directly rode their horses to the master's father to receive the reward. Whether they can enter the Yulin depends on the arrow feathers given to them by the master's father, and they are divided into three types of arrow feathers. If they are interested in being selected into the Yulin, the master's father will give the silver feathers. If they are not selected, they will be given the iron feathers. There is only one golden feather, and if someone performs particularly well, it will be possible to obtain it. Although several people at the beginning of the A group performed very well, the master's father did not reward the golden feathers, which also gave the people of Group B endless imagination.

A soldier with a sergeant with a head of Zhiling brought the lottery pot. The young men rushed to draw lots. Zhao Xin also squeezed to grab a lottery. When he saw it carefully, he couldn't help but secretly complained that he had drawn the last group.

They played in the order they were drawn, and the distance they rode a horse and shot arrows were freely, and finally the scores on their respective targets determined the level. The boys who went up in the first few groups performed mediocrely, mostly shooting feather arrows in a normal manner, and there was nothing outstanding. Naturally, they could not get silver linings, so they could only take the copper lining and retreat with a look of disappointment.

It was not until Zhao Quan appeared that the scene changed. Even Zhao Xin could not admit that Zhao Quan was indeed outstanding in riding and shooting. The previous players had a normal shot of one arrow, at such a short distance, at most two arrows, but he shot three arrows in a row, and the arrows were not inferior to a veteran who had been through the battlefield. It immediately attracted a lot of applause, and Gongzicheng even stood up and cheered loudly to enhance his son's power.

Zhao Quan rode his horse to the convoy with excitement, got off his horse and ran forward and knelt in front of his father for reward.

Seeing that his cousin was so outstanding, Long Yan was very happy. He swept his hand over the silver pot, pulled out the golden feather without hesitation and threw it away, laughing loudly, "Let's go."

Zhao Quan was overjoyed and quickly kowtowed to thank him. He stood aside happily holding Jin Ling, looking at Zhao Xin in the distance with pride.

Seeing that he looked at him with a provocative look, Zhao Xin naturally felt dissatisfied, but he still knew that he had no idea. Not to mention that his riding and shooting skills were better than Li Quan, he might be a big question mark whether he could hit the target.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xin couldn't help but feel numb and thought that this time it would be embarrassing. Without too much thought, it was his turn to go on stage soon, so Zhao Xin had to hold his bow and bite his teeth.

He rushed forward, gradually accelerated, clamped the horse's belly and took off the reins with both hands. He pulled out the feather arrow from the quiver according to the regular procedures, held his breath and rolled it on the string, and shot it out with all his strength. He secretly prayed to all kinds of gods to bless him.

"Drink", the feather arrow broke out like a meteor, and Zhao Xin's momentum was full of awesomeness. He heard a loud "bang" sound, and the feather arrow actually tore the target apart. The people watching were stunned and all of them were silent. I think Zhao Xin's seven Yin Talisman techniques in the past few months have not been practiced in vain, but his strength is very strong, but the target has been shattered, and it is impossible to tell whether he hit the red heart.

Zhao Xin was stunned at first, thinking that his luck would be too good, and he could get through this. He could get a silver feather for fun with such a powerful arrow. Although he was still worse than Zhao Quan, he could at least enter the Yulin as he wished.

Just as he was about to cheer, Zhao Xin suddenly opened his mouth wide and was stunned. He had already found something wrong. He heard loud laughter from the audience. Zhao Xin's feather arrows actually deviated dozens of steps and smashed the target of the person next to him.

Zhao Yong couldn't help laughing from the stage, and the ministers and generals also laughed in a slight way. Only Zhao He and Xin Qi looked at each other with embarrassment, and they all looked away with shame.

Yang Shin's face was so thick that Zhao Xin was so embarrassed that he was blushing with shame. He got off the horse and lowered his head and knelt under the convoy. He thought that he was really famous this time, and he might not be the laughing stock of the entire Handan in one day.

Zhao Yong stopped laughing, looked at Zhao Xin kneeling in the audience with a smile, and joked, "You are Zhao Xin, you have a lot of brute force, which is a pity." After saying that, he grabbed Tie Ling, and was about to throw it away, but suddenly stopped.

It turned out that when Zhao Xin heard his master's father ridicule him, he couldn't help but feel proud. He couldn't help but hum gently. Although his voice was very light, Zhao Yong's ears were very good and he could hear them clearly. Then he put down his hand, looked at Zhao Xin under the seat with interest, narrowed his eyes and said, "Why, you seem to be dissatisfied with your tone, right?"

Seeing that his father's tone was not as if he was blaming, Zhao Xin simply raised his head with courage and said, "The father is clear and clear. The villain is really unconvinced. I can only learn to ride and shoot for April, which is not my strength."

Zhao Yong was not angry either. Instead, he became interested in the brave boy and smiled, "Then I will give you another chance. What skills are you good at?"

Zhao Xin thought about it and said that he had been practicing swordsmanship diligently for a while, so he replied, "Return to the master's father, the villain is good at swordsmanship."

Zhao Yong smiled when he heard this, turned his head and said to a general beside him, "Shi Hu, go and try this kid's skills."

"No." The general named Shi Hu responded quietly, walked off the stage with a depressed face and came to Zhao Xin. He looked up and down at Zhao Yong with an old face and said, "Master, you can fight, but if I, Lao Shi, can't stop for a while, you can't blame me for this kid."

Zhao Yong laughed and scolded, "You talk a lot of nonsense, so letting you try his skills is a real fight. Where can I keep my hands off?"

Shi Hu smiled and said, "I'm waiting for you."

The two walked onto the ring one after another, standing opposite each other, and before the people who were watching were watching, they were already laughing and coaxing the sky. It turned out that Shi Hu was eight feet tall and extremely burly, more than twice that of Zhao Xin. The two were familiar and strong, which was self-evident.

Shi Hu looked at Zhao Xin with a slanted eyes and said, "Boy, it's still time for you to admit defeat now. I, Shi Hu, have always been merciless. If you are beaten to break your bones, it would be a pity."

Zhao Xin hummed, rolled his eyes at him and said, "Silly, it's still time for you to admit defeat now. I, Zhao Xin, have never been merciless to take action. If you, a big man with rough skin and flesh, is a pity if you are beaten to break your bones."

Shi Hu was stunned when he saw Zhao Xin imitating his tone, and then furious, and rushed forward to attack.
Chapter completed!