At dusk, sunset, sign at home.

Every inch of land in Kyoto is valuable, and it is rare to have such a large open space.

Several people were chatting while eating meat. Zhao Chen was not talking, but he could also talk to everyone.

"Zhao Chen, I heard you were still broadcasting archery live a few days ago. It's amazing!"

At this time, Yu Xuan immediately praised something excitedly.

He blushed a little while drinking, and was slightly drunk, but he looked even more energetic.

After getting along, Zhao Chen also asked Mr. Qian not to call him Master, just call him the name.

"I have practiced archery, so I can do it a little bit." Zhao Chen replied with a smile.

"It just so happens that you can compete with Zhou Zhao. His family is very powerful. His father is the leader of a Mongolian banner. He has learned equestrianism since he was a child and is also very good at archery."

Yu Qianer said again.

"Mongolia?" Zhao Chen looked at Zhou Zhao beside him. He didn't know that Zhou Zhao was a Mongolian.

Many people think that the Mongolians are men with tiger backs and bears, and beards all over the face. In fact, they are not all. The appearance differences between Mongolians who go to major cities are not that big.

"Yes, I do come from Mongolia, but I am living in Kyoto now." Zhou Zhao replied.

Zhou Zhao is a middle-aged man in his thirties. He looks strong and has an industry in Kyoto. He only needs to eat, drink and have fun all day long.

"Mongolians!" Zhao Chen sighed.

Zhou Zhao heard the emotion in Zhao Chen's tone and asked, "Has Master Zhao been to Mongolia?"

Zhao Chen came to his senses, shook his head, and replied, "I haven't been there before, but I have been in contact with the Mongolians, which happened a long time ago."

It is now the 21st century, the past history has passed, and dynasties have changed. Moreover, the Song Dynasty was indeed corrupt and fragile at that time, and it was normal to be destroyed by the powerful Mongolian cavalry.

"Since you are so destined to be together, then let's compete." Wu Jing, who was standing beside him, also urged, "Just have some fun."

The atmosphere suddenly became hot.

Zhou Zhao stood up and smiled confidently: "I have no problem. I grew up shooting archery in elementary school, and I was still the champion of archery in Nadamu."

"If you compare this, will you bully people too much?"

Hearing Zhou Zhao's words, Zhao Chen's eyes surged with confidence, and he smiled:

"Since it's Mongolian, archery is boring, just compare to riding and shooting."

"It just so happens that Mr. Qian'er's horse farm is too much. Let's choose a horse to ride and shoot."

When Yu Xuan and Wu Jing saw that they were so tense, they immediately watched the fun without much trouble.

"Okay, okay, I'll prepare it for you two now."

"Start up!"

Uncle Qian stood up and took the two of them to the horse farm.

There are many horses in the horse farm, with different breeds, and a few smaller horses.

Zhao Chen chose a horse with black all over, and Zhou Zhao also chose a handsome maroon horse.

The two of them took the same bow and arrow and prepared to start the competition.

The staff of the horse farm also surrounded him.

At this time, the fat son Sun Yue asked, "Can you two fight sounds when you two fight? I haven't posted a video for a long time, so I'm getting more popular."

"No problem." Zhao Chen nodded and replied.

Zhou Zhao was very competitive. He used to like conference competitions in Mongolia and was even more good at bows and arrows.

Wu Jing has set the target for the two of them.

Wu Jing was very thief, with four targets divided into four, the first one was closest, about twenty meters away, the second one was thirty meters away, the third one was fifty meters away, and the fourth one was directly placed at 80 meters away.

Moreover, the fourth target is a purple balloon with a very small target.

"Who can shoot if you go so far? The Damu Conference is not so perverted!" Sun Yue took out his mobile phone to take pictures of Wu Jing's target arrangement and complained.

"It's not that." Mr. Qian used to praise him.

"It's okay, what if it's going to be interesting!" Wu Jing responded with a smile.

The target has been arranged, and next is the match between Zhao Chen and Zhou Zhao.

Everyone is more optimistic about Zhou Zhao.

After all, he is from Mongolian and has been in contact with him when he was a child. Although Zhou Zhao has lived in Kyoto for seven or eight years now, his skills are still there.

Zhao Chen is accurate in shooting archery, but it is relatively difficult to shoot archery on horseback.

Sun Yue had already taken out his phone and started recording. He planned to let his assistant edit the video material and post it on his fighting sounds.

No matter how you say it, you have to take advantage of the popularity.

The rules of the competition are very simple, which is to ride a horse and run a straight line, shoot four arrows during the running, and shoot them on four targets respectively.

"Who will come first?" Wu Jing volunteered to be the referee and asked to the two of them.

"Everything is OK." Zhao Chen familiarized with the tension of the bow and arrow and replied.

"Then I'll do it first." Zhou Zhao rode directly on the horse and tied up the reins.

His movements on the horse were obviously like a martial artist, full of confidence and domineering feeling.

"Brother Yue, I'm going to take a photo!" Zhou Zhao smiled confidently, and did not forget to remind Sun Yue.

"Don't worry!" Sun Yue held his cell phone and pointed it at him, making a gesture of ok.

Then, Zhou Zhao shook the reins directly and said, "Go!"

The next second, the horse rushed forward and rushed forward.

This set of movements is very coherent and very handsome.

Mr. Qian, Wu Jing, and Sun Yue next to him stood on the grass and watched with a look of surprise.

Which man can resist such a scene?

As the sun sets, I ride a horse on the horse farm, holding a bow and arrow in my hand.

This scene is a dream scene for men.

When he passed the first target, Zhou Zhao seized the opportunity and shot an arrow.

"ever!"

The cluster of arrows steadily stalked on the target, making a sound of sound!

Then, the horse's speed increased, and he shot the second arrow. Although the second target was relatively far away, it still steadily stepped on the target.

"Beautiful!" several people next to him exclaimed.

Then, the third arrow shot out and was still steadily shot on the target.

Zhou Zhao’s ability to ride and shoot is really not a joke!

Next, the most amazing fourth arrow!

The fourth target is the farthest away, and the target is a balloon fixed on the grass.

It's very difficult to shoot!

Everyone stared at Zhou Zhao.

Zhou Zhao held his breath, pulled the bow suddenly, and then shot an arrow!

This arrow was straightforward and fast.

The arrow fell into the air and slid over a graceful parabola, and then inserted it straight downwards.

Judging from the trajectory of the parabola, this arrow is likely to hit.

"ever!"

In the end, the arrow was lost, but it just plunged steadily on the grass.

The arrows were only less than half a meter away from the balloon.

"Oh, what a pity!" Sun Yue said with regret.

"It's true." Mr. Qian'er continued to praise him.

"This is amazing enough! Niu Bi!" Wu Jing applauded and congratulated him directly.

After Zhou Zhao's process, it was almost perfect.

It is worthy of being a nation on horseback, riding and shooting is amazing.

At this moment, these people still don’t know how serious Zhao Chen is.

This is probably the most concentrated time Zhao Chen has been in such a long time.

After all, it is compared with Mongolian people.
To be continued...