As soon as he loosened his right index finger, he heard a "buzz", and the arrow made of fine iron accurately landed on the bull's-eye a hundred meters away, hitting the tenth ring.
Seeing the scene of piercing through Yang with a hundred steps, Shi Sansheng didn't feel too much complacent, and his face was full of dispiritedness.
Naturally, a big man like him would not like feasting and feasting, but in the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of entertainment method is considered to be compelling and tasteful, but in his opinion, it is just a daily life on the mountain.
And beside him, Fan Yilian was holding a cup of Shanzongtongtianxiang from Lingnan, which is said to produce only half a catty of tea per year.
Seeing Shi Sansheng put down the bowstring, Fan Yilian smiled and presented the Bafang cup in her hand.
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