When he heard Ji Fan's words, Zhang Yue hurriedly took out her special bow and arrow and took it out.

Zhang Yue's special bow is also specially made, and it looks very exquisite, but the model is obviously smaller than Wu Liang.

Ji Fan took it in his hand and felt carefully.

At this point, Wu Liang next to him sneered.

"How about it? I haven't seen it, take a good look, it's not the broken slingshot you play."

Ji Fan glanced at Wu Liang lightly.

"In my opinion, there is no difference."

After speaking, Ji Fan picked up a arrow in hand, archery, and a set of movements, like Wu Liang, who was just, and flowed in the clouds.

Seeing this, Wu Liang and others were surprised.

Seeing Ji Fan's posture, it is not like a person who has not played archery.

In Wu Liang and others' suspicion, Ji Fan had opened the bow.

However, at this moment.

Click!

A broken crack came.

In the dull eyes of everyone, the bow in Ji Fan's hand was broken.

The bow body was cracked in half.

Ji Fan holds a broken bow and a blank face.

This time, everyone was stunned.

However, after a short quiet, what followed was to laugh.

"Hahaha……"

"I rely on, mom, I laughed at me, I still saw someone who could break the compound bow for the first time."

"I grass, this hometown is a bit brute force."

"..."

A group of people, leaning back and back with a smile, in words, full of ridicule.

At this time, Ji Fan was a little surprised.

"This bow ..."

At this moment, Zhang Yue wants to cry without tears.

She glanced at Ji Fan when she hated it, and said angrily:

"What do you do so strongly? It is 50 meters in total, what you want is accurate head."

"Poor my bow, alas ..."

Hearing this, Ji Fan's face was apologized.

"Sorry, for the first time, there is no experience. By the way, do you have any other bow?"

Zhang Yue snorted angrily.

"Where do I have such a bow."

At this time, Wu Liangyi next to him:

"Isn't there a bow next to it? This hometown is strong, and the bow is right."

Hearing this, Ji Fan immediately looked at the wooden long bow at the corner of the corner.

"What is the bow, what is the situation?"

Ji Fan asked.

Zhang Yue was a little hesitant.

"Stinky hooligan, this bow, it is difficult to pull, it is said that it was passed down before, because the bow string was aging, so the elasticity was very poor."

Hearing this, Ji Fan walked over and picked up the long bow in the corner.

As soon as this bow started, Ji Fan immediately felt an unusual breath.

The bow body of this long bow is smooth and black, just like the flat burden commonly used by rural people.

The look of ten pounds.

Ji Fan held the long bow, his hand, across the bow body, and suddenly a surprise color flashed in his eyes.

He unexpectedly found that the bow body of the long bow was actually a rare spiritual root.

If he read it right, this spirit is called Wanmu Teng, which is a very rare spiritual wood. This kind of wood is very tough. In ancient times, it was generally used as a gun body for long guns. It is said that history, history

The gun body of the bright silver gun in the master Zhao Yun's hand was made with Wanmu Teng.

But later, Wanmu Teng gradually became extinct. I didn't expect that today I met one here.

Just as Ji Fan looked at this long bow, Wu Liang mocked by next to him:

"How about it? Standing for a long time, if you can't, you can just admit the defeat."

Hearing this, Ji Fan took the long bow and stepped to Wu Liang's following.

He glanced at Wu Liang faintly and said lightly:

"Open your eyes and look good."

During the talk, Ji Fan took a bow again.

The long bow was instantly pulled away by Ji Fan.
Chapter completed!