The crowd of onlookers who watched the throwing knife throwing competition were all big men, and they were all standard Western Qin masters, all of whom were tall and big. Although Zhou Qingqing coarsed his eyebrows and blackened his face, the face in the night can be regarded as indisputable, but he is simply miserable in this pile.

Looking at the lively men, they only think that this is a raw melon and egg that has not yet grown alive, and they don't know how thick the sky is and how thick they want to challenge others.

Zhou Qingqing really wanted to challenge this bearded man who had won the target, but she didn't know the height of the sky, but she wanted to win his father back, and she couldn't let the famous king of Dingxi County in the Southern Zhou Dynasty fall into the hands of this barbarian and be insulted.

The man tilted his head slightly, lowered his eyes to look at the little man who came out of nowhere, his dark gaze fell on her palm-sized black face, and then glanced lightly at her small earlobes, and finally landed on the wolf teeth that fell on her chest, as if he was slightly stunned, and then chuckled, raised his eyebrows, and said, "What?" This little brother wants to compete with me? ”

Zhou Qingqing nodded, pointed to the little vendor and held her father's hand and said, "I'm going to win you, these targets belong to me." ”

The man smiled heartily: "It seems that the little brother also likes these targets, and wants to take them back to practice archery and throwing knives like me." ”

It's not enough to be on the street, but to take it home and continue shooting? Coupled with the implicit banter in this person's tone, Zhou Qingqing was really displeased, and she wanted to pick up a flying knife and poke him in the face, but she glanced at this figure and had to give up.

In his heart, he couldn't help but feel sad and angry, his wise father was so humiliated in Western Qin.

Zhou Qingqing replied with a face: "You don't care if I like it or not, in short, if I win you, these targets will be mine." ”

Although her martial arts skills are average, she is quite talented in riding archery, and she learned archery at the age of four, even after her father's death in the past few years, she has never abandoned this skill. Although he is not sure to win against this bearded barbarian now, he must also fight for his father's honor.

The man was unimpressed by her unkind tone, laughed, handed her a small lancet, and the gaze that fell on her was open and presumptuous. The people around him didn't pay attention to it, but Nie Jin next to Zhou Qingqing was a man who looked cold and rough but had a delicate mind, and he soon realized that there was something wrong with this man's eyes.

Nie Jin frowned, took a step forward and whispered, "Miss, I'd better come." ”

Zhou Qingqing shook his head: "I'll just come by myself." But when he looked at the smiling gaze of the man on the right, he felt that he was too full of words, so he changed his voice and whispered, "If I lose, you will go again." ”

Although her voice was small, the man next to her could hear it clearly, he chuckled lightly, and said jokingly: "These two brothers can think about it, I will only compete with one of you, if I win, I will take these targets away, but I am not interested in competing again." ”

As soon as he heard this tone, it was deliberately difficult, Zhou Qingqing choked and widened his eyes angrily, turned his head and glared at him fiercely. He just shrugged his shoulders disapprerovingly. Except for the eyes that were incomprehensible, the expression under the beard was not at all.

According to Zhou Qingqing's temper, if she met such a person in Jinling, she would definitely not swallow her anger. But this is someone else's chassis, she first arrived, with the identity of a princess, she couldn't make trouble, so she could only give up. So he said angrily: "No problem, I'll compare with you." ”

The man stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, meaning to let her come first.

Zhou Qingqing snorted lightly, picked up a knife, and threw it at her father, who was shot all over the holes in front of her. Unbiased, right in the middle of the target, on her father's nose.

The surrounding Western Qin men, who had originally looked down on this short boy, immediately clapped their hands and applauded, and looked at her with admiration. People can't look good, they are really full of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Zhou Qingqing was indifferent to the praise, and looked at the man next to him after throwing it. The man kept looking sideways at her, his eyes burning and presumptuous. If it weren't for Zhou Qingqing feeling that her black-faced and thick-eyed dress was not so good-looking, whether as a woman or a man, maybe she would have misunderstood that this person was a disciple who had some ill intentions towards her.

Being stared at by others, of course, is not a wonderful experience, especially with such a big bearded barbarian, Zhou Qingqing is completely unhappy, glaring back at him, and reminding coldly: "It's your turn!" ”

She thought that the fierce eyes were completely unimpressed by the man, he chuckled, his eyes were still faintly staring at her, and the flying knife in his hand flew out coldly. With such a careless throw, the knife also fell on the bull's-eye, and it was on par with Zhou Qingqing's knife just now.

Watching the lively people, the applause is louder.

Zhou Qingqing was so angry that she bit her silver teeth, waved a knife again, aimed at her father seriously, and threw it over. The anger did not affect her performance, and this knife was still straight to the bull's-eye, more accurate than the previous one.

While the people around him applauded, they couldn't help but look at the man expectantly.

But the man didn't seem to care at all, and even his eyes lingered on Zhou Qingqing recklessly, still the same as the previous one, he only used his peripheral vision to aim at the target of the eye, and with a light wave of his hand, the knife fell on the bull's-eye again, and it was exactly the same position as Zhou Qingqing.

Zhou Qingqing's blackened face was pale.

In the next few shots, she didn't miss a shot, and the knife hit. Men are naturally the same. But this person obviously did it on purpose, Zhou Qingqing shot the bull's-eye, he also shot the bull's-eye, Zhou Qingqing deviated from one point slightly, he also deviated by one point, in short, he couldn't tell the difference.

The most annoying thing is that his eyes mostly stayed on Zhou Qingqing, and each one was thrown carelessly. The reckless man who was watching next to him couldn't see it, thinking that the two were really inseparable, but Zhou Qingqing knew that this person was just walking her to play.

With this kind of experience of being so despised by his opponent, Zhou Qingqing only felt that a mouthful of old blood in his throat was about to be stirred up.

Her father was shot around as a target and humiliated, she wanted to get justice for him, but it turned into self-inflicted humiliation. If he knew this, he should have let Nie Jin make a move. What is she doing with this bastard?

At this time, only the last flying knife was left, Zhou Qingqing took a deep breath, seriously aimed at the target, and then threw it neatly, which was another beautiful bull's-eye.

The man next to her tilted his head to look at her, chuckled, and raised his hand to throw the remaining knife in his hand. Suddenly, there was a surge in the crowd, and it turned out that someone was squeezing in from behind.

Zhou Qingqing subconsciously turned her head and saw two men dressed in black walking at night walking up, one of them leaned into the ear of the bearded man in black next to her and whispered a few words.

The man's originally stretched eyebrows furrowed, and then nodded with a stern expression, and then threw the flying knife in his hand, this time he didn't even look at it, and even hit the bull's-eye.

It's just that the effect is worse, not as good as Zhou Qingqing's last shot.

The man who leaned into his ear finished speaking, and stood respectfully beside him. He turned to Zhou Qingqing and hugged his fists and said: "Little brother has good skills, he has the upper hand in Xiagan, you take these targets, we will be interesting later." ”

After speaking, he didn't look back at the two of them, quickly got out of the crowd, and disappeared into the long street of night.

Someone around began to whisper.

"It seems that the people of the imperial court are arresting people."

"Arrest whom?"

"I heard that it is a spy from Beizhao."

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Northern Zhao is a country north of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, a corner of the country, and only in recent years has a nomadic people developed outside the Saiwai. However, there has never been a dispute with the Southern Zhou, nor has he heard of a dispute with the Northern Zhao, it seems that it is just a small country standing in obscurity at the northern end, and he does not see any ambitions.

Hearing these people talk about Beizhao, Zhou Qingqing was a little strange, but he didn't have the heart to care about these. I just looked up at the target that the man had just taken. In the last shot, he didn't even look at the target, but he only missed the bull's-eye, which was simply an insult to her Chiguoguo.

However, knowing that the person was not a cloth person, but a messenger from the imperial court to handle the case, he was a little relieved.

The vendor handed her a stack of targets and said with a smile, "Little brother, you won." ”

Win a bullshit! Zhou Qingqing was annoyed and ashamed and angrily slandered a swear word that did not belong to the daughter of the palace.

She almost took her father over with humiliation, and said in a deep voice: "Ah Jin, let's go!" ”