Chapter 119 The duel between the archers! (Third update)
Shua!
When I opened my eyes again, the empty room was white.
The light and pungent smell hit his nostrils. Yang Yu shook his body slightly, and a thick layer of dust came down.
Crackling~
As he stood up, the muscles and bones in his body made a friction sound like a barrage of cannons. As his blood flowed, his whole body felt warm, as if he were soaking in a hot spring.
An indescribable feeling of joy came to my heart.
The slight tingling sensation that had been lingering around my body since I got the Nine Bulls and Two Tigers completely disappeared at this moment.
“Bloody like a tiger…”
Grab the cliff with a snap of your fingers, and with a 'click' sound, the rock breaks into pieces. With a slight squeeze, it turns into powder.
Successfully broke through two blood transfusions, reaching the level of qi and blood as strong as a tiger.
In Yang Yu's induction, this is not only the rise of inner energy and the deep control of his own power, but also his already tyrannical and inhuman power.
There has actually been a considerable increase.
“The blood becomes more ferocious and clever…”
With the slightest sensation, Yang Yu's eyes seemed to be filled with various states of his body.
The muscles, bones, skin, membranes, and even the organs and spine seemed to become more agile. The whole person stood motionless, but seemed to be able to pounce on any place at any time.
Like an evil tiger that is always on the verge of hunting.
Before Yang Yu could even remotely sense it, he heard the sound of a horse neighing in the night.
“He’s chasing you now?”
Yang Yu's eyes turned cold, his body folded, and he ran into the night.
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"Who? Orion? Bandit? Or..."
Seeing the figure in the distance, Wang Sheng's heart tightened, but thinking of the Jingse monk behind him, he gritted his teeth slightly and urged his horse to hit him.
There are mountains and forests on both sides, and there is only one trail where horses can ride.
“Who is this person?”
Wang Sheng couldn't see Yang Yu's appearance, but the latter saw him clearly, his heart moved slightly, and he took out a portrait from his arms.
The painters of Liumen are not comparable to the painters of Heishan County Government, so naturally what they draw will not be stick figures.
It’s just that it’s still difficult to identify people based on their portraits alone.
However, there are also descriptions of the clothes, facial features, and breath in this portrait. In comparison, they are barely 45% similar.
“This flower-picking thief actually brought it to the door by himself?”
Yang Yu was a little surprised.
He just took this task casually, and his original intention was to lure Granny Shi out of the city, but he didn't expect that before he even had time to find him, he actually sent him to the door himself?
Hurrah!
While Yang Yu's mind was spinning, Wang Sheng, who was urging his horse to gallop forward, was startled and a little surprised.
This person should be the horse owner?
Seeing this man holding a sword and carrying a bow, I cursed in my heart that he was not fishy, but he still took out a piece of gold and threw it away:
"My friend, I have something important to do. This ingot of gold should be used to buy a horse!"
As the words echoed, Wang Sheng gently turned the horse's head, slightly adjusted its direction, and rushed away, but he still felt a little wary in his heart.
But when he saw that he had produced gold, Ruo Youruosi did not take action, so he was relieved.
Phew!
Suddenly, a white palm appeared in front of his eyes, pressing it on the head of the galloping horse at a seemingly slow but actually extremely fast speed.
“Huh?! Not good!”
Wang Sheng's eyelids twitched, and he stood up without thinking. The hawk turned over and soared, landing on the treetops not far away.
Looking back at the same time, at this sight, the pupils couldn't help but shrink violently.
The horse's frightened neigh cut across the night.
“This person?!”
Wang Sheng’s heart was beating wildly.
The galloping force of a horse is extremely fierce, but this is nothing. A warrior who has crossed the first level can be killed by a head-on collision.
For him, nature is not a problem.
However, the young man, who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, raised his hand with one hand, and the power of the horse's roar seemed to disappear in an instant!
Not only did his body not tremble at all, but even the horse was not injured by the sudden shock.
This person...
“Amitabha! This donor is so powerful...”
With the roar of air, the monk holding the woman fell heavily to the ground. Seeing this scene from a distance, he was also quite surprised.
Stopping a galloping horse is nothing, but he absorbed all the impact so lightly.
This young man is afraid that his strength far exceeds that of this horse's galloping...
“Monk, girl, flower picker…”
Holding the ingot of gold with one hand and stroking the horse's head with the other, Yang Yu's cold eyes flashed strangely:
“Are you that jade-faced pewter spear king?”
…”
Wang Sheng, who was facing a formidable enemy, could not react, so he reluctantly replied:
“Brothers in the Jianghu community have nicknamed me ‘Jade Face and Silver Spear’ out of love. This brother can just replace me, Wang Sheng!”
“Jade-faced silver spear…”
Yang Yu looked slightly cold:
“You seem quite contented?”
Seeing Yang Yu's unkind tone, Wang Sheng's heart thumped:
"Are you a court eagle dog? You have such martial arts skills, but you are willing to be a hawk dog, which makes people sigh..."
“There are so many pigs and dogs these days…”
Yang Yu found that he no longer had any anger at all, and only a trace of disgust and murderous intent arose in his heart.
How should we reason about these things?
In the previous life, this kind of person was the most despised trash, but in this life, he actually lamented for himself...
boom!
Before the words were spoken, Wang Sheng suddenly exerted his strength. His inner energy exploded and trampled the tree trunk into debris all over the sky to cover his eyes. He turned around and fled into the night jungle without any hesitation.
“The hand of the donor…”
Monk Jingse's complexion changed slightly and he took a step forward, wanting to say something.
But no matter how fast the two of them move, they can't move faster than Yang Yu.
Almost at the moment when Wang Sheng took off, an arrow shot out of the sky, passing through the wood chips and darkness in the sky, making a deafening sound of thunder.
Yang Yu's archery skills were originally limited by the bow and inner breath. These two shortcomings made up for it, and the power of this arrow was much stronger than before.
Wherever the arrow passed, there was a faint trace left in the air, which took a long time to disperse.
"ah!"
The sound of bowstrings trembling had just begun, and a scream as shrill as a ghost's howl could be heard in the distance from the forest.
“One arrow can kill the enemy. The donor is really good at archery.”
Hearing the miserable scream, the eyelids of the monk Jingse couldn't help but tremble.
With the ferocity of this arrow, Wang Sheng might have lost half of his hip...
"Well enough."
Yang Yu stroked the bow string lightly, not without satisfaction.
This bow is easier to use, unlike Liu Wenpeng's one, where you have to worry about breaking it with too much strength.
But even this bow is not enough to fully utilize his strength advantage, but it is still the best bow he has access to currently.
…”
Monk Jingse was about to speak but stopped: "Donor, there is something I don't know whether to say or not..."
“If you don’t know, then don’t say anything.”
Yang Yu interrupted directly and led the horse towards the place where the arrow was shot.
How could he not know the nature of these monks?
Nonsense, I still do n’t like to listen to it.
“Donor, my master has asked me to take this prince back to the temple to have his hair shaved and meditate. Can you do it?”
Monk Jingse bravely took a few steps forward.
“Shave your hair and meditate? Young monk, do you know what crime it is to be a flower picker according to the Ming Law?”
Yang Yu looked back coldly:
"An ordinary flower-picking thief should be castrated and beheaded! If he is a habitual offender for many years, he should be castrated and beheaded!"
If you want to take him away in one sentence, let alone you, even if Amitabha comes, there will be no reason for this!"
Having said that, he waved his sleeves and walked away.
"this…"
Monk Jingse touched his bald head, lowered his head and took a few steps back:
“It was the young monk who was abrupt...”
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“I’ve been castrated, I’ve been castrated, I’m a eunuch...”
Struggling to escape, Wang Sheng was heartbroken and muttered to himself, feeling endless pain rolling in his heart, wishing he could look up to the sky and scream.
pain.
Despair.
Resent!
Hearing the faint sound of horse hooves behind him, Wang Sheng ignored his crotch, which was bleeding like urine, gritted his teeth and ran away.
Even at this moment, he never wanted to die.
Yang Yu slowly urged his horse, holding a long bow in his hand, and scanned the mountains and forests.
Although he saw no clues, he was convinced that Mrs. Shi must have chased her out and was most likely somewhere in this mountain forest.
Holding the long bow tightly, Yang Yu's eyes darkened. Compared to Wang Sheng, those few people were his targets.
“Stone Mother…”
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On the hills at night.
Shi Granny and his group were separated in four directions, looking around the mountains and forests. Several mastiff dogs let out restless low growls, and were scolded again.
"Mountain forest, night. Is that kid probably guessing something and wants to kill him?"
Eugeot Jin sneered again and again.
Having personally experienced that the Qin brothers were shot by cold arrows and had no power to fight back, he went crazy and went to the mountains and forests at night to chase and kill a sharpshooter who could make thunderous arrows.
Even if you have a marksman on your own side.
“If he didn’t know anything, how could he leave the city willingly?”
Shi Granny’s face was grim:
“Of course that kid doesn’t know that the news that I want to kill him was specially made for Tie Feng to hear…”
"Aren't you afraid that this boy will be too timid to come out?"
Jia Qiu held the mastiff and looked around carefully.
A group of people didn’t even light a bonfire because they were afraid of exposing their position.
“Those who become famous at a young age are often conceited and unruly, thinking they are the best in the world. In fact, it is best to deal with these stupid young people.”
Mrs. Shi walked slowly, looking around with sharp eyes:
"They always think that they are special and can fight back, but in fact... huh?"
Suddenly, everyone on the top of the mountain was startled. Those who were sitting and resting all stood up and looked at the place where the movement came from.
“Horses neigh, sound-breaking arrows!”
Liu Wenlong, who was sitting in the most secluded place, suddenly opened his eyes, with a solemn, fearful and ferocious light flashing in his eyes:
“Even for me, it took me twenty-seven years to reach this point. This kid can actually make thunderous sounds with arrows?!”
“This boy…”
Eugene Jin's eyelids twitched slightly and he looked at Granny Shi.
Mrs. Shi watched for a moment, then waved her hand, and someone hurried down the mountain. In less than a moment, a bonfire lit up at the bottom of the mountain.
“The next step is up to you.”
Mrs. Shi smiled faintly, which was especially scary in the dim light of night. Liu Wenlong turned his gaze and took off the strangely shaped bow: