"Now, I'm in the ready position... When you draw the bow, use your left shoulder to push your right shoulder to pull it open... Okay, now aim, push with your right shoulder... and then release the string..."

Xiahou Yu shot the arrow very neatly and hit the bull's eye.

"Each of you has your seat number engraved on the arrows in your quiver, making it easier to calculate your scores. Now, form groups of five, first row, step out!"

The first group, the second group...the fifth group, and soon it was Hua Qingcheng's group's turn.

"Lady, please!"

After the first four had shot their arrows, Xiahou Yu directly called out the name of the last one, Hua Qingcheng.

Hua Qingcheng, carrying a quiver on her back and holding a bow, walked slowly to the firing line and stood in front of it.

“Bang!”

As soon as she pulled out an arrow from her back, it fell to the ground, causing the surrounding students to burst into laughter.

"Princess, didn't you have lunch? You can't even lift an arrow?" Xiahou Yu sneered.

"Oops, sorry. My hand slipped..."

Hua Qingcheng raised her eyebrows slightly, waved at Xiahou Yu in a cheeky manner, and then slowly picked up the arrow on the ground.

"Let's get started, Lady Tai."

Xiahou Yu looked disdainful. What could a princess who grew up in a remote village know about archery?

"Coming right up..."

Hua Qingcheng curled the corners of her lips slightly, taking in the contemptuous look on Xiahou Yu's face.

After adjusting her standing posture, Hua Qingcheng's eyes suddenly turned cold. She put the arrow on the bow, pulled the string, pre-pulled the bow, opened the bow, aimed, and released the string, all in one go. With a "bang", the arrow hit the center of the bull's eye.

One, two, three, four, five!

Each of the five arrows in the quiver on Hua Qingcheng's back flew beautifully from her hands, and hit the center of the bull's eye.

Hua Qingcheng might feel a headache if she was asked to compose poems, play the piano, write calligraphy, or paint, but archery is just a piece of cake for her.

This...how is it possible?

The smug smile on Xiahou Yu's face suddenly froze.

"Nice shot...!"

In public, no matter how angry he was, Xiahou Yu had to give a fair evaluation of Hua Qingcheng's performance.

"Master Xiahou taught me well!"

Hua Qingcheng gave Xiahou Yu a fake and perfunctory smile, which made the other party's anger level rise to a higher level.

Just as Hua Qingcheng was about to leave the training ground, a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sound suddenly came.

Suddenly, a row of cold arrows flew from not far ahead, heading straight for Hua Qingcheng's heart.

"Good sister, be careful!"

Wu Chen, who was watching Hua Qingcheng shooting arrows from the side, immediately jumped up and used his palm power to wave away the seven or eight cold arrows shot at Hua Qingcheng.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~”

This time the cold arrow came from behind Hua Qingcheng.

Hearing the sound, Hua Qingcheng did several somersaults on the ground and avoided the second wave of cold arrows.

“Swoosh~”

From a corner that Hua Qingcheng couldn't see, a cold arrow flew out, heading straight for her heart...