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Chapter 708: Ancient Bizarre Memory 1
Yan Haozhe nodded lightly, and then put an arrow on the bow.

When drawing the bow, the boy's eyes narrowed like a calm sea, and the emotions flowing inside were like stars flying away in the sky.

It's a wonderful feeling, when fighting against the huge pull of the strong bow, he can deeply feel the existence of power, not elsewhere, it is the power that really exists in his body, which makes him feel a little excited.

Seeing that the boy's eyes became brighter and sharper, every time they flickered, it was like a flash of lightning, as if with a swishing sound, Hu Youyou, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help swallowing.

Not only Kitty, but also the coach who was questioned before couldn't help paying attention to Yan Haozhe, surprised that his bow posture was so beautiful.

"When aiming, you need to hold your breath and concentrate. You can only feel your own breathing, hear your own heartbeat, and feel the bite of your muscles and the tension of the bowstring."

The old man's words flashed through his mind, every word and every word was in his ears, and his words were very clear.

Yan Haozhe didn't remember the person who spoke, logically speaking, it should be impossible for someone to specifically talk to him, because it was indeed his first time archery, and he had never been exposed to this sport before.

But it was strange, he heard this voice, and recognized that it was an old man, perhaps with a gray beard and over sixty years of age, but he was full of energy.

He told him: "If you start to hesitate at this time, or if your strength is gradually exhausted, your base is unstable, and your whole bow starts to tremble slightly with your weak arms, you will lose, and you will lose to yourself."

Thinking of this, he let go of his right hand, and the arrow feathers left the bow, and flew into the air with a whoosh sound. The next moment, the sharp arrow shot straight into the red bull's-eye and pierced into it. The arrow feathers were still shaking and swaying slightly.

The movements were done in one go, and the posture couldn't have been more handsome. Hu Youyou completely forgot the screams and shouts, and just stood there stupidly, with his mouth wide open, thinking that brother Haohao was so handsome just now.

At this moment, she still didn't know that the boy in front of him had a strange picture flashed in his mind, as if he was in some kind of hunting arena.

Many people were cheering and cheering, because standing not far in front of him, the man in Chinese clothes shot five targets in a row, and the arrows hit the bull's-eye.

At this time, the man straddled the horse's back, clenched the longbow in his hand, and got up, and the horse galloped desperately, following the predetermined track.

Arriving in front of the nearest target, the man in Chinese clothes grinned, skillfully took out an arrow from his arrow pocket, aimed it at the bull's-eye, and as the arrow whizzed past, he rushed straight into the opposite bull's-eye and hit the center of the circle firmly. .

All of a sudden, there was a lot of applause from around, and everyone applauded: "As expected of the prince, the arrow skills are really top-notch, and the reputation is really well-deserved."

His eyes moved away from the man in the fancy dress on the horse, and fell on a woman in the crowd, she was wearing pink clothes, Yan Haozhe could only see her profile, her face was exactly the same as that of a cat.

"Xianying, how many targets do you think the prince can hit?" The girl smiled and asked softly to the woman next to her in maid clothes.

"What does the princess think?" the maid called "Xian Ying" said, turning her head, the corners of her lips slightly raised, and asked happily.

The index finger tapped her chin playfully, and the girl said, "It's definitely all hits!"

(End of this chapter)