I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Because Mu Feng had taught the soldiers of the hunting team some simple fighting and wrestling skills before, and these people did not practice for a long time, so not many people mastered them well.

And they had never come into contact with a wrestling competition before, so they still competed with brute force one by one.

In this way, what should have been a splendid wrestling match suddenly turned into a melee scene.

These fighters worked in pairs. At the beginning, the two of them started at the same time, holding each other's arms or arms together to compete for strength, but before Shuofeng waited for Qingya to be ready, he threw him over his shoulder and brought him down. When the wind judgment is that Shufeng wins, everyone reacts to it all at once.

Only then did they understand that although Mu Feng could not kill him, he did not say that he was not allowed to use the method.

With ashamed on Mingguang's face, he scratched his head and looked at Mu Feng: "Warchief, I must beat him up when I go back!"

Mu Feng shook his head and smiled: "What did you beat him for?"

Mingguang said: "It's a test wrestling, but he used such a tricky means to be dishonorable!"

Mu Feng curled his lips: "Then you mean that next time we go to catch the horned rhinoceros, we will fight it head-on with a big stick?"

Mingguang shook his head: "How could it be possible that once you are hit by a horned rhinoceros, everyone can survive."

Mu Feng smiled and said: "That's it, you know you can't carry it head-on, why can't Shuofeng?"

"But..." Mingguang was still a little ashamed.

Mu Feng waved his hand and interrupted: "Shuofeng didn't kill him, nor violated my rules, and finally won again. Remember, this is the case in the clan, and the same is true in the clan."

Mingguang stopped speaking, thinking carefully about Mu Feng's words.

Because of the beginning of the wind, the next wrestling became interesting. As long as the two played on the field, they began to guard against each other, testing little by little, and then mostly took advantage of each other's unpreparedness, and then succeeded in one blow.

Mu Feng nodded in satisfaction. Although this was just a test in the tribe, he also wanted the tribe to exercise their defensive consciousness.

Originally, he was still thinking about how to mention it, but just taking advantage of the "sneak attack" of the new wind, he took advantage of the situation.

It’s just that, it takes a lot of time. The wrestling that was expected to end in one day has become two days-the most important thing is that they all know that when this round goes on, only the top two in each group will be able to enter. next round.

Others also lost the opportunity to let the warchief give initiation and do bows and arrows.

This is what Mu Feng wants to see.

Finally on the third day, all the competitions were over, and the top two in each group were determined.

The twelve are Sang Ruo, Huang Sang, Aoki, Wangye, Qingya, Chiya, Konoha, Shufeng, Huangshi, Mochizuki, Qige, and Baiqiu.

Twelve people are almost the strongest combat power of the Jiang clan.

The next thing that needs to be carried out is the second round, and the competition is still the first three items.

However, the distance between the target ring and the ring was changed to a narrower one, which suddenly stumped these people.

The twelve people all looked at Mu Feng, tried and tried again with the bows and arrows in their hands, and they all shook their heads secretly.

"Such an arrow can't hit such a small target!" Someone shook his head.

Qingya said first: "Warchief, this kind of bow doesn't work well, and the target is too small for us to shoot!"

Mu Feng did not answer directly, but stood up and looked at others: "What about you?"

The others also shook their heads, indicating that they missed the shot.

Mu Feng turned to look at Han Shu again: "Han Shu, can you?"

Han Shu scratched his head: "I'll try it!"

As he said, Han Shu took the bow and arrow from Qingya's hand, took a deep breath, pressed his face to the bowstring, and gently wrestled with his hands. He looked at a disc-sized target not far away, released his fingers, and "swish." He shot a bamboo arrow, and the bamboo arrow drove away. It hit the disc, but there were only eight rings!

"This..." Everyone knows that Hanshu's archery skills are very good, but he didn't expect that he would still be able to hit the eighth ring with such a small target!

However, Han Shu knew the situation and bowed his head ashamed: "Great Chief..."

Mu Feng waved his hand: "It's already good, at least you can shoot the eighth ring to prove that you can shoot, give me the arrow!"

"Huh?" Not only Hanshu, everyone was excited.

Only some of the hunting team fighters have seen Mu Feng shoot arrows. Others have always heard how the warchief’s archery skills are, and now they can finally see it!

Mu Feng took the bow and arrow handed by Han Shu, a little embarrassed in his heart.

These bows and arrows are actually made according to the most basic arrows that the master gave him when he first started practicing arrows in the "fitness club" in his previous life.

These warriors in the tribe usually use single-piece bows and double-pieces to shoot arrows. Wood carvings are also normal-sized targets, so they are not used to small targets at the moment.

And he has already adapted to this.

He got up from his seat of "head referee", took the bow and arrow to the position where Qing Ya just stood, took a slight breath, hit the arrow directly, exhaled gently, tilted his head slightly, and narrowed his eyes. Raised a little bit and loosened his fingers.

With a "swish", the arrow hits the bull's-eye, and the tail trembled!

"This!" everyone exclaimed.

Because Mu Feng had only a few breaths before and after he stood there to shoot his arrows, he was much more proficient than Hanshu and Qingya, and the accuracy was a world of difference!

"How can the chief's archery skills be so high!" someone murmured.

"The bow and arrows were taught to us by the warchief!" another person reminded.

And Han Shu was the first to react: "Warchief, I haven't been able to master the method for so long after training so hard. Please teach us!"

When the others heard this, they reacted and looked at Mu Feng expectantly: "Please teach us archery!"

Mu Feng smiled and nodded: "Teaching can be taught to you, but there are many of you who have not yet established a solid foundation in archery, so they are not needed for the time being."

"Huh?" All the soldiers were very surprised. You look at me, I look at you, expressing their disbelief.

If Mu Feng didn't see it, he smiled and said: "The method is very simple. From now on, you will observe a little thing that is close to you by yourself every day. For example, how many bamboo arrows are in the quiver over there. Does anyone know?"

Mu Feng pointed to the quiver next to the target.

Everyone looked at Mu Feng's hand, and someone started counting.

"fifteen!"

"sixteen!"

"Seventeen!"

Someone started yelling.

Mu Feng just glanced at it and said, "It's sixteen. The one who said seventeen is that the split arrow is counted as two!"

"Huh?" Qingya frowned and thought carefully. No matter what others thought, he ran straight to the quiver, took out all the bamboo arrows and counted them. It was indeed sixteen, but one of the bamboo arrows had its tail split. Yuan really looks like two arrows stacked on top of each other.

"This..." Han Shu was puzzled, "Warchief, does it have anything to do with archery?"

Mu Feng smiled and said, "This is a test of your eyesight! There used to be a man named Yangyou... Uh, who is a master archery..."

He began to introduce the secret of Yang Yuji's shooting technique:

"He said that if you want to shoot arrows accurately, you must have good eyesight. For example, how many leaves are on the branch outside the window of our tulou, you can practice seeing it at such a distance.

Once this is done, you can still practice looking at corn kernels from such a distance. Whenever you think corn kernels are big in your eyes, archery will naturally be accurate! "

At the same time, Mu Feng muttered silently in his heart, and withdrew the phrase "seeing mosquitoes and flies entering the wheel, their arrows will hit."

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