Everyone knows that Chu Changge, the leader of the Gong Sect, can defeat a million-strong army with just one mouthful.
The leader of the Gong Sect looked at Chu Changge, groaned a few times, looked very bad, and stopped arguing with him.
Chu Changge seemed unserious, shrugging his shoulders, disapproving, and his attitude was a bit slack.
In the weapon competition, contestants must choose a weapon to show their talent.
Qingge and Wang Qinghong were both holding bows and arrows. Because of this, it was a good show and attracted people's attention.
Qingge's eyes were filled with coldness, like cold smoke flowing, and the aura of black ice.
She doesn't want to compete, but if she can make Wang Qinghong suffer, she is willing to show off. Besides, she has always been rampant along the way, and it is not a one-time thing.
More than half a year ago, in front of the Tiandi Courtyard and on the hillside, the corpses of tens of thousands of brothers were lying in a river of blood.
Overnight, the bustling Tiandiyuan became a gloomy and damp cemetery, and the glory of the morning sun was no longer visible.
She knelt in front of the grave, sprinkled the hot wine, and secretly swore an oath.
One day, this revenge will be avenged to comfort your souls in heaven.
Most people in the palace are not guilty, but Wang Qinghong is guilty.
I will kill Wang Qinghong with my own hands as long as I live.
Wang Qinghong was most proud of his bow and arrows, so Qing Singer held the bow and arrow and wanted to cruelly tear Wang Qinghong's pride to pieces with his own hands.
Wang Qinghong was confident and proud. Wang Shangdao glanced at Qingge with disdain. His voice was neither loud nor quiet, but everyone could hear it clearly, "Brother's archery master learned from the previous master of the Gong Sect.
Although he was a disciple, he taught his brother carefully, saying that his talent is one in a million. In the past few decades, aside from other things, his talent in bows and arrows has been unmatched by others. As for some people, don't be self-righteous and scold them.
Face. After all, people from remote areas are ignorant idiots..."
"Brother is the best archer in the five continents...East Emperor, if I were you, I would raise the white flag and surrender, and there would be no need to humiliate myself." Wang Shangdao said.
Wang Qinghong raised the corners of his lips, looked at Qing Ge calmly, clasped his hands in his fists, "Dong Emperor, don't take your brother's words to heart."
Qingge wiped Cheng Liang's bow and arrows in her hands, and lazily raised her eyes to look at Wang Qinghong, "The best archer in the five continents? It seems that the bow sect has declined, and there are no archers left."
"Ye Qingge, don't be too arrogant. Don't even look at where this place is. How can you be allowed to run rampant?!" Wang Qinghong's expression suddenly changed.
"Young master, why should you get angry out of shame? A hero is judged by his strength. There is no need to talk nonsense. I'll teach you." After wiping the bow and arrows in a light song, he walked towards the center of the altar with the bow and arrows in hand.
There was a red light on the ground, and the archer stood in the red light. A hundred steps away, in the sky barrier, seven spiritual birds flew quickly.
The spiritual bird of Xizhou has a light body and is famous for its speed.
Someone has studied that the Xizhou spirit bird is the fastest. Only an afterimage can be seen with the naked eye, but no trace can be seen when the wind passes by.
Wang Qinghong narrowed his eyes, filled with anger.
Wang Shangdao opened his mouth and continued to curse, but Wang Qinghong looked at him like a knife, and Wang Shangdao immediately became much calmer.
Wang Qinghong has suffered so many losses and his temperament is much calmer.
Instead of having a red-faced argument, it would be better to show your true skills and make Ye Qingge feel ashamed.
Previously on Dingshan Mountain, Ye Qingsinger held the Shattering Blade Divine Bow, which he could not compare with. But it was different today. The two of them held the same kind of bow and arrows, and it all depended on their talent and strength.
Wang Qinghong focused his attention on the Xizhou Spirit Bird a hundred steps away.
The Xizhou Spirit Bird is too light, very small in size, has extremely old meat, and few bones, making it almost useless. Because of this, it was captured by people who practiced bow and arrow, and was imprisoned in a small square barrier with a distance of one step.
Draw the bow and string, practice archery.
However, the distance of a hundred steps is very long, and the speed of spiritual birds is very fast. If you can shoot one, it will be a surprise.
Wang Qinghong stood in a correct posture, held the long bow tightly, attached the sharp arrow, and drew the bow string.
Suddenly!
The arrow from the string shot out of the air, the afterimage flashed past, and the arrow penetrated a spiritual bird.
There was a sensation and applause from all quarters.
The sect masters sitting on the crystal-encrusted rosewood chairs stood up in surprise and praised, "The grace of this arrow is amazing."
Below, the heads of the Tianshan Sect, the Yan Family, the Ye Family, Gu Rongzha and others congratulated Xiping and Wang Yunhe who were drinking tea.
"Master Wang, your master's archery skills are improving day by day. He has reached the point where he can pierce a poplar with a hundred steps and his arrows are not missed. It's really surprising."
"It's true that a tiger father has no dog son. Brother Wang killed eight of them with one sword back then, but now the prince's archery skills can be called a great one."
"..."
Qing Ge is alone, even if he is related to others, he is helpless.
Therefore, no matter how outstanding her performance is, others will only sigh.
But Wang Qinghong is different. Wang Qinghong has an outstanding father, and even the slightest bit of talent in his behavior will be magnified and praised.
Although Wang Yunhe is mature, steady and cunning, he is also a father.
Hearing people around him praising Wang Qinghong, Wang Yunhe couldn't help but be happy. What's more, Wang Qinghong's arrow was really surprising.
Because of this, no one pays attention to Ye Qingge's bow and arrow. Even the Wuji Bow God is just a talent. Ye Qingge is a genius innately, but if he doesn't practice hard the day after tomorrow, even his talent will be delayed.
When Qingge holds the sword, she is a warrior who is happy and contented, and a woman of flesh and blood.
But when she held this bow, she felt a sense of mission that she had never felt before.
At this moment, she is not a warrior, but a king with a heavy responsibility.
Thousands of years ago, Fengqi was like this, responsible for the life and death of thousands of people.
She can't give up everything for a little love, she wants to protect her family and country, even if the people in that country regard her as an enemy.
Wang Shangdao walked to Wang Qinghong's side and twisted his sleeves to wipe the sweat from Wang Qinghong's forehead. The explosion of the arrow made Wang Qinghong's body exhausted.
When Wang Shangdao saw Qing Ge preparing to pull the strings, he lost his temper and sneered sarcastically.
Ye Xuanji and others were looking at Qingge intently...
The movements of Qinggong were smooth, he drew the bow and set the string, and the long arrow shot out, penetrated a barrier, and penetrated six spiritual birds accurately.
Not only that, an impregnable stone tablet above the altar and behind the barrier was also pierced three-thirds by arrows, and it hung firmly on the stone tablet.
There are six spiritual birds on the arrow body, stained with red blood.
Qingge put down her bow and arrow and smiled bitterly, "My archery skills have deteriorated a lot."
Her archery talent comes from Fengqi.
It should be said that Feng Qi willingly passed it on to her. Indeed, as everyone said, she rarely practiced archery, resulting in unstable archery skills.
For others, this arrow will never be forgotten.
With a snap sound, the bow and arrow in Wang Qinghong's hand fell to the ground, and his pupils suddenly tightened in disbelief.
Wang Shangdao opened his eyes wide and was astonished.
"good!"
Chu Changge patted the table and stood up, his face beaming with joy, and he smiled so much that he forgot about everything, "Everyone, please open your eyes and see clearly? What is Wuji? This is Wuji?"
Chu Changge looked at Wang Shangdao and sneered: "I studied under the predecessor of the sect master. As a noble son of the royal family, I have top resources. I have practiced for decades, but I am not as good as the Eastern Emperor who came from the fourth star. Tsk, who gave you the confidence?
Dare you be so arrogant? I, the Wuji God of Gongmen, can’t compare to a self-righteous son of a powerful man? The so-called Wuji and the so-called legend are nothing but a joke?!"