"Coach Liang, you haven't told me yet how to compete in archery?" He Yan looked at Liang Ping beside him, "Is it about who catches more prey, or who reaches the end of the horse field first?"

Before Liang Ping could say anything, Ma Damei spoke first. He smiled and said, "Young man, run a circle here in the time of one stick of incense. This is the starting point and also the end. There is a straw target at the bend in the horse path ahead. The four of us have different arrows. We will shoot arrows at the bend. Whoever returns here first after shooting the arrows will win."

After listening to this, He Yan nodded and said, "Okay."

Liang Ping couldn't help but glance at her. The most common word this young man said was "yes". Whether it was to Wang Ba, Jiang Jiao or Huang Xiong, and now to their coaches, it was still "yes". I don't know when he will say "no".

"Then let's start." Du Mao pulled the reins, and someone blew a horn behind him. The four horses shot out like arrows, and in the blink of an eye they were more than ten meters away, leaving only billowing dust.

The horse He Yan rode was much more obedient than the one He Sui brought to her in the training ground in the capital. It must have been specially trained by someone. She only needed to give a little instruction and the horse would understand. She also noticed that among the other three, Liang Ping and Du Mao were good at riding horses, but they were not as good as the plain-looking Ma Damei. Ma Damei's horse riding skills were comparable to hers, or perhaps she was even better, but she just didn't show it.

She observed the three people, and the others were also observing her. Du Mao looked over and almost popped his eyes out. He Yan didn't even use a whip?

She twisted the whip diagonally around her arm, commanded the horse to gallop, and patted the horse's body with her hand. This was not a young man from the capital city who was sightseeing, so what did he mean by this? The most surprising thing was that he was so casual that he was not left behind by the coaches and drove side by side with her, and even had the mind to smile at him.

Du Mao turned his head away immediately.

The horse galloped like a meteor and lightning, and in the blink of an eye it had reached the bend. He Yan reached for the quiver behind him, pulled out a few feathered arrows, and was about to draw his bow and shoot at the straw targets on both sides.

The target was not as big as the one at the martial arts arena, only the size of a palm, and not very obvious. It was not easy to hit with a bow and crossbow, and it also depended on one's eyesight and movements. When He Yan was about to shoot an arrow, Liang Ping and Du Mao looked at each other, one in front and one behind, and suddenly exerted force, and the two horses squeezed towards He Yan, pushing He Yan's horse to the side, so the arrow in his hand could not be shot.

The horse was startled, and He Yan was thrown a few times. She quickly pulled the reins to steady herself. She looked at Liang Ping and Du Mao, who were shooting arrows as if nothing had happened. Du Mao even said to her, "He Yan, you have to be careful, don't fall down!"

It was as if it wasn't them who had touched her just now.

He Yan raised her eyebrows. Really, she never understood the word forgiveness in the competition. How could she just let it go after disturbing her archery?

Liang Ping and Du Mao had already shot their arrows, but suddenly a green arrow shot out from the side in the sky. With a "dong" sound, it cut off their arrows in the middle, changed direction, and fell to the ground.

The two looked at He Yan at the same time. He Yan shrugged and said, "Coach, why do you seem to be a little unskilled?"

Liang Ping: “…”

This young man is too vindictive. He doesn't even show mercy to others with his words. He is so arrogant.

He Yan was about to draw his bow again, but before he could draw the arrow, his body was jolted again. The old man Ma Damei had already caught up with him from behind and said to He Yan with a smile, "Young man, don't be in a hurry. Take your time."

He Yan couldn't draw the bow. As soon as she moved, the three men would follow her from behind, in front, and on the left and right, "touching" her as if nothing had happened. The horses were frequently startled, and she couldn't aim at the bull's eye.

After a few times, He Yan could see that the three coaches were deliberately going against her. Although she didn't understand why, it was probably part of the competition. They wanted to make her unable to shoot arrows, so even if she returned to the end of the horse trail first, she would not be considered a winner.

They were outnumbered, and this was an archery competition, so she couldn't just fight with these coaches. But even if she had to give up, that was not something she, He Yan, could do.

He Yan's eyes moved slightly, and he murmured, "Want to plot against me? No way!"

She suddenly raised her arm, and the whip wrapped around her arm unfolded and fell into the wind, making a crisp sound.

"What is he doing..." Du Mao frowned. From the beginning to the end, He Yan had never used a whip. It was rare to see someone riding a horse without a whip. But now that He Yan did this, she couldn't stand it anymore and had to use the whip again?

As he was thinking, He Yan suddenly looked up and smiled at him. Du Mao suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. The next moment, he saw a horse whip flying towards him. Du Mao was startled and subconsciously tried to dodge. He was shocked and angry in his heart. He Yan actually dared to hurt someone!

When he turned sideways, he exposed the quiver behind him to the public.

The whip did not fall on Du Mao, but rolled up a flower and wrapped around the feather arrows in the quiver. He Yan stretched and pulled the whip, and the whip loosened in mid-air, so the full handful of feather arrows all fell into the wind.

Liang Ping, who had witnessed the whole process, was stunned. Before he could react, He Yan's whip was already aimed at him. He was startled and hurriedly spurred his horse to avoid it, but this time it was He Yan's turn to attack, and there was no way he could escape. With a pull and a hook, all the arrows in his quiver were thrown to the ground.

"He Yan!" Du Mao's face turned ashen with anger.

"I think the coaches don't want me to shoot arrows," He Yan said with a smile, as if he didn't see his ugly face, "but I don't want to lose either. There's no other way. Everyone, stop shooting arrows. Whoever runs faster will win, right?"

"Hahaha!" Ma Damei's laughter came from behind him. He was not nervous or angry at all. Instead, he was very interested. "You are quite smart, little guy. I wonder if you can take back my arrow?"

He Yan smiled slightly, "How can that be possible? I don't intend to collect your arrows."

Ma Damei was an excellent horseman and it was difficult for her to catch him, so it was difficult for her to snatch his arrow away. But it didn't matter. As long as they passed this bend and had no target to shoot at, he would have to compete with her to see who could reach the finish line first.

She and Ma Damei advanced side by side. She shot arrows, and Ma Damei shot arrows to block them. Ma Damei shot arrows, and He Yan shot arrows to block them. The two of them had left Liang Ping and Du Mao behind, and neither of them could beat the other, so they passed the last bend while struggling.

No one hit the target, so now we can only compete to see who reaches the finish line first.

Ma Damei glanced at He Yan and said with a smile, "Young man, you are really good." He waved the whip, and suddenly, the horse jumped forward. Just now, he had not used all his strength.

He Yan looked at his back and praised, "There are always people better than you." He bit the horse's belly and followed.