In the doorway, it was still dark, and there was no one.

The people on the city wall obviously couldn't wait.

There was a lot of talk.

It's been so long and it hasn't come out yet?

Who is this person?

Isn't that Wang Shouren, who rushed back from his toe?

In the midst of all the talk.

In fact, behind this doorway, countless guards and fifty percent of the officers and soldiers of the Soldiers and Horses Division were all dumbfounded.

Because what they saw was a cripple.

The lame man carried an iron-tired bow, and at the same time, he also carried a chest, yes, a box, not a quiver, and the box was full of arrows, and a wolf's tooth arrow showed its feathers.

This wolf's tooth arrow is extraordinarily thick and heavy, it is specially made for the iron tire bow, and the ordinary quiver can't hold much, so I simply carried the box.

Zhang Yuanxi was a little nervous, he saw a pair of eyes, and when these people looked at him, they were staring at his legs and feet all the time.

Facing these gazes, Zhang Yuanxi couldn't help but feel a little heavy in his heart.

This is a kind of contemptuous and suspicious look, which makes Zhang Yuanxi very uncomfortable.

He dragged his legs and continued to stagger.

Every step forward, it's slow.

It's a long way.

When he passed through the doorway, and then, step by step, he looked up and looked at the four-walled urn city, and above the high wall, there was already a lot of people, and countless people couldn't help but cheer.

In any case, he is the shooter of the Ming Dynasty.

People subconsciously boiled and applauded.

It doesn't matter if you're not as good as others.

The important thing is that they have the courage to compete with the Tatars in their best bow horses.

Zhang Yuanxi felt a little dizzy, looking at the crowd of people on the high wall, hearing countless cheers, he took a deep breath, and then, continued to drag his legs, limped, and walked towards the Fifth Prince of Tatar Chishu opposite.

The cheers gradually stopped.

It wasn't until this time that people discovered anything.

Someone suddenly said: "It's a cripple, how can it be a cripple." ”

All of a sudden, there was an uproar.

Many people were afraid that they would not look carefully enough, so they raised the binoculars in their hands one after another.

Really......

That Zhang Yuanxi was limping, and he seemed to be walking very hard.

"How is it that a lame man compares arrows with a Tatar?"

"Is there a mistake?"

People looked at Zhang Yuanxi in the urn city sympathetically, and behind Zhang Yuanxi, the huge city gate began to close slowly.

In the city tower, it has also become a pot of porridge.

"It's lame." A Ministry official shouted.

Isn't that a joke?

Facing the fifth prince of the Tatars, the one sent by the Ming Dynasty was just a lame man, looking at his inconvenient legs, staggering in the urn city with such a limp, it was like a farce.

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan were calm and relaxed, they looked at each other and were happy.

The show is about to begin.

The secretary of the Ministry of Rites sat up, in fact, he didn't care too much about the competition in the urn city, after all, he was a Wenchen, what was there to see about the tricks of such a martial artist?

But as soon as everyone said the word lame in unison, Zhang Sheng's face sank.

In his life, what he hated the most in his life was the word lame.

What's wrong with the cripple, the cripple eats your rice?

Sent a cripple?

Well? That's a bit of a thought.

Fang Jifan is still smart.

Dealing with the fifth prince of the Tatars, sending a lame man to fight, even if he lost, it was the Tatars who were not victorious, and their face was disgraceful, no matter what the final result was, Da Ming Zhong still retained his dignity.

If it's a fluke.

No, thinking about Fang Jifan's original intention of sending a lame man, he didn't plan to win at all.

No, no, no, this is a minutiae, all in all, Daming's face is important.

It's just, where did you find this cripple?

Zhang Sheng said, took out the telescope without hurrying, and when his eyes fell on Zhang Yuanxi, Zhang Sheng's modest smile suddenly froze, he took a deep breath, looked at it deadly, and the mania in his heart could not be calmed down for a long time.

Zhang Sheng felt that he had seen it wrong.

After the telescope's lenses, his pupils began to dilate, and eventually ...... Confirmed.

It's his son.

The telescope snapped and fell to the ground.

The lenses shattered.

Zhang Sheng shuddered, his face turned blue.

An official said: "Zhang Butang, Zhang Butang, what's the matter, Zhang Butang, you speak." ”

Looking at Zhang Sheng, who was stiff, everyone rushed up one after another to express concern.

"Poke Damme!" Zhang Sheng roared: "That's my son, that's my son, come on, hurry, stop, open the door, send out a rider, and save my son!" ”

Zhang Sheng said, the person has rushed towards the female wall, his legs have been put on the wall, almost over the female wall, from the city wall to turn over and jump down.

This towering wall, once you jump down, will surely be shattered.

Fortunately, there are a lot of people here, and everyone is busy pulling him down.

Zhang Sheng couldn't care about decency, rode on the female wall, and shouted: "Save people, save people, Fang Jifan, you lack virtue or not, where did I offend, I am such a son, what kind of sin have I created, hurry, go down and save people, if you don't save people, it will be too late!" ”

At this time, everyone stared at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan's face was as usual, and he looked like he had nothing to do with himself.

This......

It's really a bit lacking in morality.

Even if Zhang Butang offends you, it won't be like this. People are just such a son, do you want to make people die? It's not authentic.

Zhang Sheng then burst into tears.

But when Abuhua saw this, his face was pale.

Actually sent a lame man.

This is the fifth prince, our Tatar marksman, the son of the Great Khan favored by the Immortal Heaven, and the other party only sent a cripple to humiliate the fifth prince.

There was a hint of sharpness in his eyes.

This...... It's a shame.

It's a great shame.

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a casual smile, even so, then it is even more unpolite, this lame man must die.

On the other side, Zhang Sheng was already crying earth-shatteringly, he was pulled down from the women's wall, but he was crying to death, hammering his heart: "Fang Jifan, Fang Jifan..."

…………

Under the city.

Zhang Yuanxi was not affected in any way, he stood still. Looking ahead.

Directly in front of him, the fifth prince Chishu was roughly more than three hundred steps away from him, and this distance was ...... It's a good fit.

On top of that, this is the city of urns, which is surrounded by high walls on all sides, so there is no wind.

He breathed evenly and lowered the quiver.

Opposite him, the Fifth Prince Chishu also seemed to feel a little strange, at first he didn't care, after all, it was far away, and for Chishu, no matter who the opponent was, it didn't really matter.

He is a Tatar marksman, and at one hundred and eighty paces, he can hit every shot. Even his father, Khan, often praised himself.

You must know that an ordinary shooter who can hit the target within 100 steps is qualified.

But slowly, Chishu squinted and observed very hard, only then did he realize that he ...... On the other side, it's really a cripple.

All of a sudden, the Red Tree was furious.

Shameful!

Vile!

Is this a deliberate attempt to humiliate us Tatars?

Good!

He began to walk slowly, his eyes spewing with anger.

Today...... Let people taste his strength, what about the lame, kill it first.

He walked quickly.

But......

Three hundred and fifty steps away.

Zhang Yuanxi, whose face was calm, exhaled.

Then, from the quiver box, he took out a wolf's tooth arrow.

In this life, although he is the son of the Ministry of Rites, he is unknown.

This is an opportunity.

He wants to prove like the world that he also has a name, instead of being called only the son of the Zhang family.

Everything is familiar with the road, the wolf's tooth arrow is in hand, and then, the bow is bent, and the arrow string is full, to the extreme.

In an instant, the noisy city wall fell silent.

Actually at this time...... And they started shooting.

But anyone who knows a little about bows and arrows still knows that at this distance, even if an outstanding archer uses the best bow and arrow, barely, this arrow can shoot three hundred and fifty steps, but when it reaches three hundred and fifty steps, the whole arrow is like the end of a strong crossbow, and there is no strength at all, and at this distance, the accuracy of the arrow will drop violently, and the arrow that has lost its strength will have no point in shooting.

People are accustomed to shooting arrows within a hundred paces, and farther away, they will completely lose their accuracy and penetrating power.

This cripple...... He doesn't know how to shoot arrows, does he?

Deep in people's hearts, they can't help but be disappointed.

Chishu on the other side also seemed to notice something unusual, and a smile flashed across his face......

Really...... I can't help myself.

He continued to carry the bow and walked slowly.

And Zhang Yuanxi's face is calm, every muscle in his body is matched with the longbow in his hand, a pair of eyes, has stared at the target, that target, is just a black shadow, at this moment, only the size of an arm, but such a target, use it as a target to shoot, Zhang Yuanxi has not known how many times.

His heart was like water, and then, with a pounce, the bowstring entwined with cow tendons and gold wire rebounded, making a popping sound.

The wolf's tooth arrow shot out like a meteor.

He...... Shot.

Countless people exclaimed.

How can you shoot at this distance?

It's just a joke.

The wolf's tooth arrow, frantically spinning in the air, pierced the void, and hurried towards the target, the arrows clustered in the sun, cold bursts, shining brightly.

On the city tower, Zhang Sheng was no longer crying or making trouble, his eyes widened, almost lying on the female wall, with all holding his breath, he also held his breath, his eyes, quickly caught the wolf's tooth arrow.

The wolf's tooth arrow exceeded a hundred paces......

However, its power is undiminished, and through the tremendous power brought by the spin, it breaks through the wind.

Two hundred steps!

The wolf's tooth arrows after those two hundred steps were earth-shattering.

In the end, with a snort, at about three hundred and thirty steps, Chishu's figure was stunned, and he showed an incredible look.

……………

Thanks to the 44th leader of the alliance "Eat ***", here, thank you very much, as we all know, "Eat ***" classmates look at its reader name, know that he is a person who has not yet departed from low-level interest for the time being, but it uses a simple and unpretentious reader name, on some current indescribable social phenomena, tartted and spurred, just like Mr. Lu Xun's thought-provoking sentence 'don't write hard when you can't write', revealing the evil of human nature, well, I can't make it up, five more today, and six more tomorrow.

https:

Genius one second to remember the address of this site:. Mobile version reading URL: m.