Master Zang was finally shocked: "Born with divine power!? Fu shook his head again: "I forgot, you are a foreign hard worker, and it is not surprising that you are stronger!" "
"Archery is not just about having a lot of strength, take it!" The Tibetan master took off the hunting bow on his back and threw it to Li Qingshan.
"This is the horn bow of the Tibetan master, which weighs a stone!" "This is because Master Zang intends to embarrass that kid, and it's not the same as throwing a stone lock."
One stone is one hundred and twenty pounds, and ordinary hunting bows do not pursue power, but more pursue precision and dexterity, and there are few such hard bows. If the bow is too hard, the power will certainly increase, but if the bow person cannot control it, the accuracy and archery speed will be poor.
If you encounter a beast in the mountains, the first arrow misses, and the second arrow doesn't have time to shoot, the beast will pounce on you, and there is only one way out. But the hunters who can play this kind of hard bow are all marksmen, and it is not a problem to shoot tigers and leopards in the mountains.
Li Qingshan picked up the hunting bow, this is a good oak bow, wrapped in animal skin, wrapped in silk, with cow tendon as the bowstring, light but extremely powerful,
He followed the method explained by Master Zang just now, immediately sank his waist, pulled the bowstring, and the muscles and bones on his body also relaxed.
The Tibetan master was surprised to find that his posture was very standard, remembering that he had just watched from the sidelines, and pointed out the essentials a little, Li Qingshan understood it all, and after a moment of hard work, it seemed that he had worked hard for three months.
Learn to open a bow, it is not easy to make a bow too hard at the beginning, you must start with a soft bow, shoot a lot of arrows to practice, and slowly correct your posture to strengthen the strength of the bow.
The Tibetan master directly gave his horn bow to Li Qingshan, just to have the intention of beating him, even if you have the strength to pull away, but you can't shoot a fart, but Li Qingshan's performance is beyond his surprise.
It's not that Li Qingshan's understanding is really far better than others, what he taught him in "Bull Demon Power Fist" is the most basic method of luck, swords, guns, swords, and halberds, as long as he masters the key points, he can get started quickly.
Sweat oozes from Li Qingshan's forehead, maintaining the posture of opening the bow, which is indeed much more laborious than lifting the stone lock, and the muscles and bones of the whole body are faintly painful.
"This is a good way to train strength, although I am also very tired when practicing boxing, but my fists are swung in the air, and I need to buy a strong bow to train my strength in the future, which will definitely be very beneficial."
"Okay, aim at the target and shoot an arrow to show me!" Master Zang ordered.
Li Qingshan put down his hunting bow, took a short rest, twisted a feather arrow, and fired his bow again, pointing it at a target fifty steps away.
"Sink your heart, don't shoot out in a hurry, look at the target!" Master Zang pointed out from the side.
Li Qingshan's eyes stared straight at the bullseye, and suddenly lit up, but because it was daytime, no one paid attention. Under his full attention, the target seemed to have grown larger and was no longer so out of reach.
Legend has it that ancient marksmen practiced arrows, tied lice to ropes, and then watched day and night, and saw that the lice slowly grew larger, at first as big as a wheel, and then as big as a mountain peak, filling the eyes, and an arrow shot through the lice.
Li Qingshan had such a feeling at this time, knowing that this was mostly the effect of Qingniu's tears, seeing fast as slow, looking far as near, and penetrating the yin spirit.
"Middle!" Li Qingshan had an idea in his heart, and the feather arrow left the string and flew towards the target.
"Duke!" The feather arrow was nailed deeply to the wooden target, but it did not hit the bullseye, but landed on the edge of the target, barely shooting into the air.
Li Qingshan felt slightly embarrassed: "Although I didn't hit the bullseye, I still hit it." "
The people around him were speechless in shock, the first time in his life he shot an arrow, opened a strong bow, and hit a target fifty steps away, even in this generation of villages that made a living by hunting, he had never heard of such a character.
"What the hell is this guy from?!"
Master Zang barely maintained his composure on his face: "Just practice well in the future." As an old hunter, he knew best that Li Qingshan shot arrows for the first time, and he could not estimate the fall of the arrows and the impact of the mountain wind.
"But I don't think this bow is strong enough!" As the saying goes, "drawing a bow is a strong one", Li Qingshan wants to pursue the kind of strong bow that requires all his strength to open.
After hearing this, Master Zang didn't say much, took the bow in Li Qingshan's hand, and bent the bow and shot it at the target in the distance, and his cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp like eagles.
His right hand waved again and again, and only Li Qingshan was present to see clearly, and he took out three feather arrows one after another.
"Duke!" The three feather arrows were connected in a line and landed on the bullseye, but there was only one sound in the ears.
There was silence in the venue at first, and then a series of cheers broke out.
"Arrows!" How could Li Qingshan not know the name of this arrow technique, which he read in a book in his previous life, but it was just a fun thing.
But when he saw it with his own eyes, he knew that this was a real killing stunt, and he estimated in his heart that unless he fought hand-to-hand, he would never escape such an arrow technique, and if Zang Ye was a sneak attack and ambush, he would definitely die.
The Tibetan master looked at Li Qingshan and said nothing, Li Qingshan already understood what he meant, he couldn't use such an arrow technique, and he talked about "pulling the bow as a strong one", the other party was not unable to pull the heavier bow, but just chose the most suitable one, stepped forward and bowed respectfully, and said sincerely: "Please teach me archery!" "
"In the future, you will also be a part of my horse village, you don't need to say it, I will teach it with all my heart, as for how much you can learn, it depends on your ability, but I believe that your archery skills will be above me in the future." Master Zang felt comfortable in his heart, and he also became happy.
He didn't like Li Qingshan, but when Li Qingshan showed his talent and strength, shocked him, and let go of his posture. His emotions dropped, and not only did he immediately identify with Li Qingshan's identity, but he also praised it greatly.
This evaluation shocked everyone, the archery of the Tibetan master in the village is the strongest, this is recognized, even the archery of the headhunter Huang Binghu is taught by him himself, he will give such an evaluation, I am afraid that the entire Zhuangzi will be shocked.
The group of young boys who were originally very bad to Li Qingshan also gathered around, and their gossipy words faintly revealed the meaning of closeness, which was not a trend of flames, but at their age, they were the ones who revered the strong the most.
Perhaps there are still people who are jealous and repulsive, but no longer dare to despise and provoke, the atmosphere in the field has become harmonious, Li Qingshan understands more and more that if you want others to agree with you, you don't rely on rhetoric, but show enough strength.
If he didn't have this strength, it would not only take a long time to achieve this effect by communicative means, but also to bend his eyebrows and distort his mind.
Until the evening, Li Qingshan was already able to hit the bullseye with every arrow, but he needed to prepare to shoot such an arrow. But in the eyes of others, it is incredible.
A few days later, Li Qingshan immersed himself in archery and became more and more diligent. Although "Bull Demon Power Fist" did not let go, the speed of progress was extremely slow.
Finally after a few days, Li Qingshan returned home, carefully opened the wine jar, the strong medicinal aroma filled his mouth and nose, he directly picked up the wine jar and took a big sip.