Ling Qingfeng nodded, and sorted out his thoughts in his mind a little, this competition, he has to win, only by winning Chai Wang, can he successfully get the command of the Golden Triangle Force, so that the space that can be used is much larger.

If you just attack the island and send back a coordinate, I'm afraid that the losses of the police coalition will be difficult to estimate, so let's take the initiative in our own hands!

So, this game must be won!

Ling Qingfeng drew his bow, and the arrow pointed directly at the bull's-eye three hundred steps away, concentrating on aiming.

No matter how good his actions are, everyone is not optimistic about him! Not to mention anything else, can the range of that soft bow alone be 300 paces?

The moment Ling Qingfeng let go of his five fingers, his mind instantly condensed to the extreme.

The muscles and bones of the entire upper body stretched suddenly, and the clothes on the body bulged, and there was no wind automatically.

A white jade golden-winged bee swam down his sleeve and unnoticedly to his wrist.

Airplanes! At the same time that the five fingers suddenly released the bowstring, the white jade golden-winged bee flew out at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

When the Platinum Goldwinged Bee's flight speed and the off-string feather arrow reach the same speed, there is a delicate balance between the two.

The white jade golden-winged bee in high-speed flight stretched out its thin claws, and while holding the arrow, it accelerated abruptly!

The alien bee flew faster and more violently with its feathered arrows, and hit the bull's-eye with a fierce head.

Bang! The bullseye felt like it was hit by a sniper bullet and was torn apart in an instant.

Moreover, the remaining momentum of the feather arrow was not weakened, and it continued to fly forward for two hundred meters, and with a ding, it was firmly inserted into the wooden stake of a stilted building.

Everyone was shocked by this scene! This. What the hell is this? How can it be?

One of Jinba's feathered arrows exploded the bull's-eye. He shot a distance of five hundred paces, and he shot it with a soft bow!

The power of this arrow is explosive. It's much more ferocious than four arrows hitting a red heart!

"That was a sniper rifle, right?" As soon as Chaiwang said this, he immediately regretted it. If someone was secretly helping Jin Ba shoot the target, not to mention what kind of spear skills it required, the mere fact that the feathered arrow was still intact would not be able to explain it, not to mention that no one heard the gunshot.

The old man's eyes flashed, staring directly at Ling Qingfeng's back, like a lion meeting bloody fresh meat, and the latter exuded a fatal attraction to the former.

If it's your own shot. With his internal strength, it is not difficult to shoot an arrow target, but how did he do it with a soft bow? The old man also wondered.

Beidou saw the old man looking at Jin Ba with such serious eyes, and his heart was naturally sour.

He prides himself on being a young genius, unmatched by his peers, but since he met this golden tyrant, his self-confidence has been constantly hit, and his psychological tolerance has become weaker and weaker.

No one could understand the scene just now, and even Ling Qingfeng himself was startled. I didn't expect the power of the white jade gold-winged bee to be so great. At this moment, the little bee is on the other side of the stilted building, excitedly flapping its wings and making circles!

"In this game, who loses and who wins?" Zhang Baosheng smiled but did not speak. He doesn't speak, but he has already put the maximum pressure on his opponent.

"You've moved on the arrows! A soft bow can't shoot that far, let alone that powerful! Zen Master Mingyue, who was crooked his neck, suddenly spoke.

His question was the same question that many people in the room had. It's just that too many people born in this era only focus on results, and no one wants to pay attention and think about the process.

"The bow is the bow you brought. Arrows are the arrows you brought! What did I do? Ling Qingfeng said with a smile.

"I don't know! But this is not logical, your archery skills are not as good as mine. Not as strong as me! I knew it from the moment you picked up the bow! Zen Master Mingyue, who tilted his neck, said honestly.

Ling Qingfeng suddenly couldn't bear to bully this honest man, and said with a smile: "If you catch a thousand, you will count, and if you can't catch it, you have to be willing to gamble and lose, Zen master, you are in love!" ”

"I, I just don't think it's right!" Mingyue is not good at words, and the muscles on her head are violent, but she just can't catch the other party's sore feet, and she is so anxious that she stares at her.

At this time, Chai Wang next to him had a gloomy face and forced himself up.

"Boy, you can't explain why the soft bow can shoot so far, then we can't count this one as losing! We hit four arrows in the bull's-eye, and you don't even have the target, how can you win me? ”

Chaiwang actually said such a thing as a scoundrel, not to mention other people, and even the people he brought with him were so ashamed that they were silent.

Because this cheeky is too thick-skinned and shameless!

Zhang Baosheng was still sitting at the table, not planning to speak. In his eyes, although Jin Ba is his own righteous son and represents the Bao Shengjun, he actually has no feelings for himself, and he has long been in the same group with the old man. These people use themselves to do things, of course they want to reap the benefits, why should they stand up for him?

Zhang Baosheng was silent, and Guess Wang seemed to see something, and his arrogance became even more arrogant!

"It's better to settle this game as a draw! I guess Wang has always been very generous, so it's nothing to let you guys play this game. Little Jinba, what do you think? ”

Ling Qingfeng glanced at him very indifferently and walked over to the pile of bows and arrows.

"Who said a soft bow can't shoot a hard arrow! It's just that you have a small hand. Ling Qingfeng said as he picked up three hard bows with his toes, hung the bow with his left forearm, and used the five fingers of his right hand to carry enough strength, pulling together and pulling together, and the waist and abdomen used force at the same time, closing the pores of the whole body, turning heat into strength.

The three hard-tire bows were pulled into a full moon by him at the same time, and this scene was incomparably powerful, except for the old man and Beidou, the audience was shocked.

A hard tire bow has the power of three stones, and the three are opened at the same time, isn't there the power of nine stones, the power of one stone in ancient times, which is equivalent to a hundred catties in modern times.

Is this still human? What a monster that escaped!

Even Zen Master Mingyue was so surprised that he closed his mouth, he had been practicing penance for two years, and he felt that his strength was far beyond that of ordinary people, but compared to this golden tyrant, it was still far behind.

This Jinba can open a nine-stone bow, doesn't he have the power of nine bulls and two tigers. Such a ruthless character, no one can suppress him with strength alone. Unless Master Ziyu personally intervenes.

Bang! Disheveled! Bang! The three iron-tired bows were broken into nine pieces in the crook of Ling Qingfeng's arm, and they were actually broken alive by him.

Chaiwang was also dumbfounded. Open your mouth wide and don't dare to say half a word more.

Mingyue usually collects these bows, he occasionally uses them to play, especially these iron tire bows, he can't even pull half of the bowstring of any one, this golden master can actually pull three bows at a time, this strength is really indescribable.

"It's a tie! I'm sorry to break your bow! Zhang Baosheng said calmly on the side.

Chaiwang didn't dare to reply. Nodding his head indiscriminately, he stepped back into his seat.

"There are two more battles, but there are a few war horses in my village, I don't know what weapons your people plan to use?" Zhang Baosheng sighed faintly.

As General Baosheng spoke, an adjutant immediately ran out of the hall, and after a while, he led several war horses to the front of the hall.

These horses are all high-headed horses, they look like they are unusual, and they are not afraid of people when they stand in front of the hall. Just a few sniffs once in a while.

"Zen Master Qingfeng, please pick a horse, right?" Chaiwang said.

The lame Qingfeng Zen Master limped to the horses, carefully examining the legs, the back, the waist, and the belly.

This Zen master is obviously a cripple. But the law is called the breeze, but I don't know what kind of wind he blows, and what medicine is sold in the gourd.

Here Chaiwang smiled again: "Little Jinba." I don't know what weapon you want to use? I've got some knives, guns, axes, and halberds here, so pick up some weapons that you can pick up!" ”

Let's talk about it. Chaiwang beckoned, and his men immediately took out a large bundle of weapons from the car.

All of them are ancient cold weapons. There are replicas of the Blue Moon Glaive, the Shohachi Snake Spear, the spear, the Great Axe, and even a mace covered in thorns.

"General Chaiwang, where did you get so many ancient weapons?" Zhang Baosheng finally asked out loud, because he noticed that these weapons were extremely well maintained, and all of them were open-edged, and he was surprised for a while, so he asked.

In fact, many people present had the same idea as him, even if Chaiwang suddenly liked collecting cold weapons, he couldn't find so many good objects for a while!

Chai Wang pointed to the Ziyu Zen Master sitting in the banquet, and said with a smug smile: "These are the treasures of the Ziyu Zen Master, which were given to me by his old man!" Hey! The treasures of the world are only the ones who are virtuous. ”

Hearing that this black-skinned warlord actually dropped his schoolbag here, most of the people present were chilled.

Beidou secretly said in his heart, "What a bullshit explanation!" The sword soldier is an ominous weapon! People gave you a lot of weapons, which is obviously a lot of bad omen, and you are still happy to be like this! Silly! ”

Ling Qingfeng looked at the weapons stacked underground, to be honest, he didn't know how to use any of these long weapons.

If you use a knife, you are quite familiar with it, but in horse warfare, the attack distance of the general long knife is too short, which is very disadvantageous. The longer the weapon, the easier it is to attack the opponent as soon as possible, and horse battles are often separated from life and death in just a split second.

Ling Qingfeng couldn't ride a horse, and he couldn't use a long-handled weapon, so he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart.

Here, Qingfeng had already selected his horses, walked to the pile of weapons, and took out a long lance.

At first glance, this weapon looks the same as a spear, but its weight, length, lance, and body are larger than that of a normal spear.

As soon as the connoisseur stretched out his hand, he knew if there was one. Qingfeng dared to choose a lance as a weapon, and most of them were good at horse warfare, otherwise they wouldn't be able to make this thing.

Each finished lance is made of fine wood, repeatedly glued and pressed, and then wrapped in linen and painted, and the barrel made is light and tough, and it is basically difficult to be cut by a sword.

And the weight requirements are also very strict, and it is necessary to hang the lance with hemp rope at a certain position near the end of the gun to keep it balanced, so that the commander can use the lance with the least physical strength on the horse.

So in ancient times, the children of the non-family could not afford to play the lance, and ordinary soldiers did not have the money to fix the lance, and gradually the spear began to gradually replace the position of the lance. In modern times, the emergence of firearms has made these cold weapons rare and almost antique collections.

Today, someone can make the long lance horse battle against the enemy, which is quite a sense of revival of the ancient style. (To be continued......)