late at night……

The Yang family is in a remote courtyard.

"You three really lost all my face. Yang Shaohua is just an outdated waste young master. You all lost? And it was so easy to lose, how can I keep my face?"

Yang Bin looked at the three people beside him and said softly with a gloomy face.

Thinking of this, he felt unhappy. Last year, he personally slapped Yang Shaohua's arm at the New Year Festival, and he couldn't beat him. Unexpectedly, the other party survived without any harm, and it seemed like he was opened and knocked, and he actually defeated King Kong. If it were just this matter, he wouldn't have anything, but unexpectedly, the Yin Men's flesh balls were defeated one after another, which really made him unable to accept it.

"Brother, don't be angry. Yang Shaohua is weird. You and I were there at the beginning, and the meat ball was used with all their strength, but I still lost. It only shows what opportunities the kid got during this period to make continuous breakthroughs and compete with us."

A short man next to the three looked at the three of them and hurriedly stepped forward and said.

"Hey, if that's the case, our good days will come to an end. Do you remember what the old man said?"

Yang Bin shook his head, looked at him, his face full of coldness.

"If Yang Shaohua's strength is better than Young Master, you break through the warrior first, then the next head of the Yang family will be him!"

The short man was stunned when he heard the man's words and said softly.

Hearing the short man's words, the other three were stunned, because they didn't know about this, and Yang Bin looked at the short man and shook his head helplessly and breathed a deep breath.

"What is that brat doing recently?"

As the topic changed, Yang Bin continued to ask, if Yang Shaohua really made a breakthrough like this, then his position as the young clan leader would be out of control.

"That kid hasn't come back since he went up the mountain to chop wood last time!"

The short man lowered his head and thought for a moment and said.

A figure slowly walked down from Qinglong Mountain in the morning. Looking at the surrounding environment, he felt very moved. These short five or six days were really a world of difference for him. He broke through to the ninth-grade martial artist with a confused wine, which was only a thin layer of film away from the legendary warrior. Thinking of this, he was extremely excited. It was only a year since he got the gray eyes and it was like now. However, his strength actually broke through leaps and bounds directly to the ninth-grade. If those guys knew about this, they would be so frightened that they could not stop.

The morning in Qingyang Town is extremely cool, and now it is autumn, and there are waves of refreshing breath coming from the air. However, there are also many people busy getting up in the morning, and all kinds of people are flowing on the streets.

His eyes swept across the street, and some things around him were completely in his sight. Not long after he walked, his eyes fell on a beggar. The beggar had a broken face and white hair, wrapping his face. He seemed to be not young anymore. He walked over and looked at the beggar, then shook his head, took out ten silver coins and put them in a bowl.

Dingding...

The beggar slowly opened his eyes, not knowing whether it was the smell of copper or the sound of silver coins, he slowly raised his head and looked at the boy who looked just like a normal person but gave people an indescribable feeling, and nodded.

Looking at the beggar's appearance, Yang Shaohua's lips slid, and he turned around and wanted to leave without saying anything. However, just after taking two steps, he stopped because of the hoarse voice behind him.

"I have something here for this friend, and I can't use it anymore. I wonder if my friend is interested?"

Hearing the old beggar's words, Yang Shaohua frowned slightly, his eyes quickly moved, and slowly turned around, and his eyes fell on the old beggar again.

"I see that Xiaoyou's Heaven is full of pavilions, and at first glance she is a rich and powerful person. She will definitely be among the people in the future. I have a list of martial arts. I wonder if I am interested in it?"

When the old man saw Yang Shaohua stopping, he hurriedly got up from the ground, sat cross-legged in front of the broken bowl, and said to Yang Shaohua.

Hearing the old man's words, Yang Shaohua was stunned and then showed a helpless smile. This sentence sounded too familiar to him. Although he felt helpless, he did not show it and looked at the old man.

"Is there any flower on the old beggar's face? Forget it, even if there is one, I know you won't believe me, let me show you first!"

The old man touched his face, then seemed to remember something, and hurriedly took out a scroll from his arms, looked around, as if he was guarding against a thief, and hurriedly delivered it to Yang Shaohua.

The next meaning brought the scroll over, and a hint of confusion appeared on his face. He gently opened the scroll. At the moment the scroll was opened, Yang Shaohua's mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the old beggar for a few more times.

"Third-class martial arts, seven-star pearls!"

There are no more than a hundred third-class martial arts in Qingyang Town. However, the old beggar took out one at a glance, how could he not be surprised? Moreover, this martial arts is a very rare crossbow martial arts technique.

The skills of crossbow martial arts in Qingyang Town can be said to be one out of 100. It’s not that no one learns crossbows, but these people despise learning crossbows. Most people are positioned as swords, swords, guns and other weapons. Few people learn crossbows. First, they learn crossbows for a long time, but because warriors are generally used to close combat and rarely fight far away.

"I wonder how much do you plan to sell this martial art to me?"

Yang Shaohua fell in love with this martial arts as soon as he saw it because he had a natural advantage better than others, that is, gray eyes. Because of gray eyes, he was strengthening every aspect. Things a hundred meters away were like in front of him.

"The old beggar is not a person who doesn't understand human feelings. For the sake of the silver coins you gave you before, I will give you this martial art!" The old beggar glanced at the scroll, then looked at the money in the bowl, and said without thinking.

He heard the old man shook his head helplessly, and took out a few silver coins from his arms to enlarge the bowl. It was not that he was stingy, but that he needed money to buy things, and then communicated with the old beggar and left.

Looking at the young man who left, the old beggar's turbid eyes instantly became clear in his turbid eyes, but the clear light flashed, and he looked at the silver coins in the bowl, grabbed it and walked towards the tavern not far away.

"Where have you died recently?"

"Sorry, I accidentally fell to the cliff!"

"Okay, it depends on your hard work recently, and your salary this month is deducted half of it!"

After returning to the Yang family, Yang Shaohua was scolded by the servant deacon, and then deducted his wages before leaving with satisfaction. Looking at the deacon who left, Yang Shaohua was not surprised. It was good not to deduct him for the whole month, and it would not affect his mood at all. Then he hurried to the room.

Sitting cross-legged on the cushion, he took out the seven-star beads, and his face showed excitement, and he began to practice. The seven-star beads were named Confucianism. When he reached the extreme of his practice, he could shoot seven-finger feather arrows to kill people invisibly.

The next morning, Yang Shaohua got up early and walked towards the martial arts training ground in his family. This was the first time in so many years that he had really stepped on this place. He used to come to others as sandbags or as a sparring partner.

In the corner of the martial arts training ground is an arrow field, but this place looks very old, as if no one has come for a long time, and even the bow stand next to it is covered with a light layer of dust. Looking at the withered arrow field, Yang Shaohua shook his head helplessly.

Whoosh!

When he gently picked up a bow, there was a sound of wind breaking from behind him. However, his brows were tightly frowned, and his eyes glanced backwards. A feather arrow cut through the void and shot at him. Seeing this, he was not panicked, and took a step back and seemed to dodge very casually. The feather arrow was unbiased and nailed deeply on the bow frame in front of him.

"Who are you? Why did you attack me?"

Yang Shaohua suddenly became angry, and turned his head sideways, looked at the person behind him, and said gloomyly.

"Yo, who did I think it was? It turned out to be you? Why are you here to do if you don't chop wood in the backyard?"

Yang Shaohua's voice had just fallen, and a feminine voice came from the man, which made him stunned. It was not someone else who attacked him, but the archer of the Yang family, and it was the only female archer-Tingyu.

The woman was wearing a tight gray robe with a curvy and concave and convexity. Her plump and proud breasts and slender legs once made many wolves extremely jealous. However, no one dared to approach this aunt's famous mad woman.

"Who stipulates that I cannot practice? Even the head of the family didn't say he would confine me, right? Why do you care about me?"

Yang Shaohua glanced at him lightly, then said softly that others were interested in him, but he didn't mean he was also interested. He grabbed a handy bow and selected ten arrows, ignoring Tingyu at all, as if he was a transparent person, passing by her.

He came to the front of his free sight, raised the bow and arrow in his hand slightly, and stood flat with his body, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if aiming.

When he came to the archery field this time, Yang Shaohua first wanted to see if the gray eyes were so magical, and secondly, he wanted to try whether he had just obtained the Seven Stars Continuous Pearl and was really called the third-class martial arts.

However, he had just picked up the bow in his hand and Tingyu Bian walked over.

"Boy, don't say I haven't advised you. No one here likes bows. I think it's a redundant burden. Do you really want to learn?"

Tingyu looked at Yang Shaohua's posture and couldn't help but go forward and said, but there was a slight ironic meaning in his tone. This was not a satirical mockery of Yang Shaohua, but a satirical bow and arrow.

"Since time and everything exists, there is a reason for it to exist, otherwise humans will not invent bows and arrows, so since I like it, I will not give up!"

After Yang Shaohua said that, he slightly activated his gray eyes. The target dozens of meters away actually quickly narrowed and enlarged in his sight...

Whoosh...

The bow string trembled slightly, and the feather arrow broke through the air, directly piercing one side of the target and landing on the ground.

"It's crooked?"

Looking at the arrow, Yang Shaohua couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, but it was the first time he used a bow and arrow, so it was normal for him to make mistakes.
Chapter completed!