"If this can still hit the eye, this guy's archery skills are almost as good as mine..." Sun Dalang muttered in a low voice.

After testing the first arrow, Fan Ming had already found the feeling. With the second arrow, he shot decisively without too much adjustment.

The wooden arrow flew across the open space and plunged deeply into the straw man's eyes again.

Sun Dalang opened his mouth slightly, but it was not because Fan Ming's arrow hit, but because Fan Ming suddenly took ten steps back again and walked to a position forty meters away from the target.

"When did this guy's archery level become so high?"

The distance of forty meters is too difficult for him to reach.

However, on the other hand, Fan Ming seems to be a little eager to try. Thirty meters is already the limit distance that he can hit with confidence before, and it is not the kind that can be successful every time.

But with the [accuracy increased by 36%], Fan Ming felt that it might not be impossible to try at 40 meters!

Ancient hunting bows are not like modern mechanical bows. They not only have high accuracy but also have various aiming aids.

It is not easy to shoot an eye from a distance of forty meters with an ancient hunting bow.

Because it was his first time to challenge 40 meters, Fan Ming spent a long time on aiming, then adjusted his breathing and arm vibration to the minimum, and then held his breath and concentrated!

At this moment,

"Pulling!"

The sound of flapping wings attracted Fan Ming's attention. He looked up and saw a gray-black eagle hovering at low altitude above the village.

"You're addicted to stealing chickens from our village, aren't you?"

Fan Ming recognized this eagle. Just a few days ago, it took away two chicks from the second aunt's house next door.

If we ignore it, I don’t know which family’s chickens in the village will suffer again.

I happen to have an arrow in my hand today, why not get rid of this scourge?

Fan Ming raised his bow and arrow and aimed at Gray Eagle.

At this moment, the latter should be seventy or eighty meters in the air, which is beyond Fan Ming's effective range.

He had to wait until the gray eagle dropped to a certain height before he could be sure of shooting.

Sun Sanlang on the side also noticed the gray eagle above his head very early. After seeing Fan Ming's actions, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

I thought to myself, does this guy want to shoot an eagle?

You must know that shooting still life and shooting moving objects are not on the same level of difficulty.

Not to mention that the target is a gray eagle that flies at an astonishing speed!

Fan Ming, on the other hand, quietly waited for the flight path of the gray eagle, and would release his arrow whenever he had the opportunity.

The gray eagle is getting closer and closer, and his heartbeat is getting faster and faster.

Suddenly, the gray eagle swooped down and seemed to be eyeing the prey in the yard of a certain house. Fan Ming immediately pulled out the bowstring and aimed at the head of the gray eagle. His hand was as steady as iron and he shot out an arrow!

The gray eagle let out a shrill cry!

It's a pity that the arrow missed its vital point and missed its wings, knocking off a few feathers.

After discovering the danger, the gray eagle immediately changed its direction and flew away from the village in a crooked manner. It seemed that its wings were still injured, and it would probably not come to the village to steal chickens again in a short time.

"Almost!" Fan Ming also felt a little regretful.

Sure enough, shooting eagles is still a bit reluctant for him.

Just keep shooting at grass targets.

What Fan Ming didn't know was that behind him, Sun Sanlang's jaw almost dropped.

What a good boy, I almost got him shot!

Just as he was stunned, another sound of breaking through the air came to his ears.

"Whoops!"

Fan Ming shot the sharp arrow in his hand again, and the arrow flew through the air, crossing a distance of forty meters in the blink of an eye, and finally pierced the straw man's forehead!

Although the arrow failed to hit the straw man's eye, the distance between the eye and the forehead was only two or three centimeters. At a range of 40 meters, only this slight deviation was quite significant!

Sun Sanlang became more confident, "No wonder Fan Ming rejected me so decisively just now. It turns out that he secretly practiced archery by himself and improved his accuracy so much!"

He walked over with a dark face and grabbed Fan Ming's shoulders again.

Fan Ming frowned slightly, "What? Do you have any advice?"

Sun Sanlang pointed at Fan Ming's nose and said, "You kid, don't be too happy. Hunting requires more than just being good at archery. Do you dare to bet with me?"

Fan Ming was silent for a few seconds before asking: "What are you betting on?"

At this moment, a bald old man appeared behind the two of them.

He is the head of this village. His full name is Fan Ming. He is not sure. He only remembers that his parents called him Uncle Lian when they were still alive.

"Hey, you guys don't go hunting early in the morning, what are you doing here?"

The two of them turned around in unison, "Uncle Lian!"

Uncle Lian is 40 years old this year. In this era when the average age of people is 30 or 40 years old, he can be said to be a very respected person.

On weekdays, when there are conflicts between villagers, they inevitably go to his house for mediation.

Fan Ming and Sun Sanlang would never dare to offend this old man.

Fan Ming hesitated for a moment before explaining: "Originally, I was planning to go hunting, but the third son of the Sun family just wanted to make a bet with me..."

After hearing this, Uncle Lian clenched the crutch in his hand, "Gambling is not a good thing. Have you never heard of Butcher Zhang from the next village who gambled so much that he lost his wife and children? Do you want him to appear among our village chiefs?

Such a person?"

Sun Sanlang broke into a cold sweat. He lowered his head and explained: "No, Mr. Lian, I didn't intend to bet money. I just wanted him to compete with me to see who can catch the most prey before the sun goes down today. The loser will be the one who catches the most prey today."

Give all the prey to each other."

After hearing this, Uncle Lian became even more angry, "Well, you Sun Sanlang, you want to bully Fan Ming because of your ability, right? I won't beat you to death, you bastard for bullying your neighbors!"

After saying this, he raised his crutch.

Sun Sanlang was so frightened that he waved his hands hurriedly, "No, Master Lian! Listen to me explain, this guy just shot the straw man between the eyebrows from a distance of forty meters! He almost shot a gray eagle!"<

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Cunzi opened his narrowed eyes slightly and looked at Fan Ming, "Oh, that eagle suddenly flew away just now, was it you who did it?"

Fan Ming did not refuse, and nodded silently.

The village chief walked in the direction of Sun Sanlang's finger and saw clearly the straw man with an arrow stuck in his forehead and eyes.

The village chief turned around and said, "Fan Yuan's family, you did this too?"

Fan Yuan is the name of Fan Ming’s dead father.

Fan Ming scratched his cheek uncomfortably, "It's just a coincidence."

The village chief glanced at Fan Ming meaningfully, then turned to Sun Sanlang and said: "I won't stop you from this bet, but I can't destroy the unity between the village neighbors. Do you understand?"<

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"Yes!"

While the village chief was talking, he turned and left.

"Fan Ming, you heard it, the village chief allowed it!" Sun Sanlang said, grabbing what the village chief just said.
Chapter completed!