Yuan Tiangang questioned.
He touched his lower back.
A pool of blood.
Jiang Feng did not respond.
Once again, he drew the bow and noosed the arrow.
Yuan Tiangang felt something was wrong, his body didn't dare stick to the wooden post.
"Bang!"
Jiang Feng shot an arrow.
The powerful force let the arrow pierce through the wooden post, this time the arrowhead penetrated more than seven centimeters, but the previous lesson made Yuan Tiangang not dare to lean against the wooden post. He took a step back, using the post to block Jiang Feng's line of sight.
He saw the second arrow hit the post, causing it to crack. A few more arrows, and the post would completely split, leaving him a living target.
So he faced Jiang Feng, his body rapidly retreating, rushing towards the shop's door. As long as he could hide inside, Jiang Feng couldn't see him, no matter how strong the archery, it would be useless.
"Whiz!"
"Whiz!"
"Whiz!"
Jiang Feng seemed to have anticipated this.
