Chapter 88 The First Archer of the Tribe

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After each round of the hunting team shooting bows and arrows, Mu Feng will step up to instruct them, point out the shortcomings and do a demonstration by the way.

In this way, for three days, the members of the hunting team practiced arrows in the morning and evening.

Because of the guidance of the "famous teacher" Mu Feng, their archery skills are also growing by leaps and bounds.

In the end, every round of archery can hit the target, and all of them are more than six rings.

After several rounds of archery, Mingguang couldn't help but feel proud and looked at Mu Feng with a big grin: "Great Chief, look, we can really hit the target!"

"Not enough!" Mu Feng shook his head and said lightly.

"Not enough?" Everyone was stunned, including Mingguang and Lihu.

Mu Feng stood up and said, "What you are practicing now is the target that doesn't move there, but if there is an enemy or prey, who would stand there foolishly and let you shoot arrows?"

He looked around for a week and asked, "What if someone is going to cut you with a bone knife and you don't have any weapons at hand?"

Someone subconsciously said: "Get out of the way!"

Someone said, "Run!"

Mingguang glared at the two of them viciously, only to give Mu Feng a white look.

He smiled and said, "Then someone knows that you are going to shoot him with an arrow, will he also hide and run?"

This stopped everyone.

Mingguang couldn't help but ask: "Great Chief, since people can hide, we can't hit, so why do you let us practice arrows?"

"Can't shoot?" Mu Feng shook his head and smiled, "That's because you didn't practice your skills!"

As he said that, he grabbed the three bows that had already been made from Hanshu's hand, and picked up a feathered arrow with feathers already tied, all in one hand.

At the same time, the other hand picked up the bamboo tube that was cut off next to it and threw it out.

Without waiting for everyone to react, Mu Feng threw the bamboo tube out, twisted the bow and put it on the string, narrowed his eyes and put his face to the side of the bowstring, and interrupted the fall of the bamboo tube and shouted: "Go!"

The bamboo arrow shot out in response, the "whoosh" sound had not been cut off, and then heard a "pop" sound, and the arrow tip directly pierced the bamboo tube in the air!

The bamboo tube was split into bamboo pieces, which were scattered on the ground one after another.

"This!" Mingguang gasped, too shocked to speak.

This is still the case for Mingguang, not to mention the other hunting party members.

White Fang, who was alone, had a natural look on his face, as if she would not be surprised no matter what Mu Feng did.

There was even more expectation in the eyes she looked at Mu Feng.

Regardless of the shock around him, Mu Feng returned the arrow to Han Shu and said with a smile, "Now you know how effective your practice is?"

Only now did Mingguang react, and he immediately blushed and shouted at his throat: "Hurry up and practice arrows for me! When you're done, let the chieftain teach us how to shoot arrows!"

"Yes!" The members of the hunting team shouted one by one, putting away their previous complacency and starting to practice arrows in earnest.

They naturally understood that the Warchief would never teach them this before hitting the bull's-eye.

Seeing this, Mu Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

For three days he witnessed the hard work and progress of the hunting team.

step, also very pleased.

But he also knows that the tribe is very weak and must use the fastest speed to strengthen himself, so as to survive in the harsh surrounding environment.

So when he saw that they got carried away because they hit the target, he was more worried in his heart.

Fortunately, he discovered this problem in time, and the skills he practiced hard in the "Arrow God Club" in his previous life did not fall, and the technique of shooting a Frisbee with one hand shocked them.

The most important thing is that he uses a three-piece bow, which is not comparable to the other two arrows in terms of strength and speed.

When Han Shu took the arrow, his eyes were burning, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Great Chief, I want to learn!"

Mu Feng was stunned for a moment: "You want to learn this?"

"Yes!" Han Shu nodded heavily, "I also want to be able to have superb archery skills like you, and protect the tribe in the future!"

Mu Feng thought about it for a while, Mingguang and Lihu once told him that Hanshu was a reliable and reliable person, and he was trained as a future tribal leader.

Moreover, Mu Feng also felt that Hanshu was really good through the observation of the past few days, he nodded and said, "Okay, let me see your archery skills!"

There was excitement on Han Shu's face, but he immediately suppressed it.

He took a deep breath, picked up his bow and arrow, turned around and shot at a target, hitting the red heart!

Mu Feng nodded and pointed to a tree not far away: "Have you seen the branches next to that tree, try it!"

That branch had the thickness of an arm, which was much smaller than the target.

Han Shu nodded, but did not speak. He shot the arrow again, but it still hit.

Mu Feng's eyes lit up, and he secretly said in his heart, "Is the tribe going to have a great archer so soon? That's great!"

However, there was no strange expression on his face, he nodded and said, "Okay, now you start to look at the leaves of that branch and see how it sways with the wind!"

"Ah?" Han Shu wondered, "Look at the leaves? Great Chief, why are you looking at the leaves?"

Mu Feng smiled and explained: "The leaves are like moving targets. What should you do if you want to hit them?"

Han Shu thought for a while and said, "Of course I want to know where it will be when I shoot!"

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He smiled and said, "Then where will it be when you shoot the arrow?"

This time, Hanshu was stunned, looked at the leaves, frowned and thought: "When I shot the arrow, it was in one place, but when the arrow arrived, it was in another place. It was always moving..."

Mu Feng listened to Han Shu's muttering, smiled and nodded, but did not make a sound.

He knew that the tribe's number one archer was about to appear!

(End of this chapter)

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