Face Slapped by the Arrow (3)

Fu Huihui couldn't stand it anymore." Look at how confident they are. They missed the target and still want to win?"

Cheng Yang was disdainful." This idiot, if he can win, I'll eat the bow and arrow…"

Before he could say the word 'go', Fu Pei shot out a pair of scissors in the next second. It was as if he was strangling the back of his neck, and he lost all sound.

"Ten, ten rings?" The referee's voice was hoarse from shock.

"How is that possible?" Coming back to his senses, Cheng Yang gritted his teeth." He must have been lucky. Archery is also based on luck, so this result is normal.""

Hearing what Cheng Yang said, the people who didn't know anything about the industry weren't particularly surprised.

Fu Ting was the only one clapping and cheering." Daddy is awesome!"

"Wait, there's something even better." Fu Pei pursed his lips and shot three arrows in a row.