When Luo Feng walked out of the Wang family hall with Xiao Liu, Wang Bodang was walking over with a longbow.

"You're Ragoro?" Wang Bodang's eyes stared at Luo Feng with some excitement on his face, "There are rumors everywhere in the county that it was you and Qin Qiong who captured the blue-faced eighteen ghosts, saying that you are heroes and heroes, but I don't believe it a little, do you dare me to compete with one or two?" ”

"I'm Luo Wu, are you?"

"Brother, he is the third prince of the king." Xiao Liu said in the back, and he even saw Wang Bodang hiding behind Luo Feng slightly. "Brother, be careful with him, this person's arrows are extremely accurate, and he has a lot of strength."

"What kind of son, just call me San Lang." Wang Bodang said with a smile, but his eyes were fixed on Luo Feng, like a cheetah staring at its prey.

Luo Feng looked around, "If you want to try San Lang, you should find my second brother Qin Shubao, he is skilled in archery and horses, and he is a sergeant of the Wei Mansion, I don't know martial arts, let alone archery, so I can't compare with you." ”

"Since you have captured the eighteen ghosts, you must have some skills, don't just play tricks, it's better to compare first, and when I win you, the next one will naturally be to find Qin Qiong."

Wang Bodang insisted on comparing.

At this time, a servant behind him glared at Luo Feng, "My son-in-law is known as Yong Saburo, a bow and a gun, who doesn't know that it is powerful, boy, aren't you afraid?" ”

"Yuzaburo?"

Wang Bodang said, "Yong Saburo is just a false praise from my friends who gave me Wang Bodang." ”

Hearing Wang Bodang's three words, Luo Feng was surprised.

He really didn't know what the name of the third son of this old ghost Wang was, even if his slave called him Yong Saburo, he didn't expect to go there, and now that he calls himself Wang Bodang, it can't be wrong.

This Wang Bodang is a famous figure in the history of the Sui and Tang dynasties, and he can be said to be a good man with a reputation similar to Qin Qiong.

The breeze blew through the courtyard, Luo Feng was a little excited, he didn't expect to meet another good man of the Sui and Tang dynasties here. Wang Bodang, one of the five tiger generals in Wagangzhai.

His bow and arrows were indeed masterful.

I really didn't expect him to be my neighbor.

Luo Feng was looking at Wang Bodang, about twenty years old, older than him, younger than Qin Qiong, very tall, but not the type of muscles raised, but slender.

The arms are long, even the face is a little long, but the eyes are bright and a little murderous.

Single eyelid, but a little handsome.

The clothes on his body are not the dress of the ordinary landlord and wealthy son, but he has the appearance of the son of an official eunuch.

Whether it is his bearing or appearance, Wang Bodang is amazing.

Wang Bodang was also looking at Luo Feng.

He carried a carved bow in his hand, and two quivers at his waist, which were full of feathered arrows, fifty or sixty.

A bow in his hand and a bow on his back.

Compared with his sharpness, Luo Feng seems a little too young, and he doesn't even look half sharp on the outside.

He was slightly disappointed, he had been studying in Chang'an for the past few years, and he was a student of Guozijian. He loved martial arts when he was a child, visited many masters, and later his family spent money to send him to Chang'an to study in Guozijian.

However, there are few masters in the Guozi Prison that he admires, and in the past few years in Chang'an, he has actually been messing around, and he feels that his biggest gain is to get to know Li Mi, the prince of Pushan County. Li Mi is the protégé of Bao Kai, the assistant teacher of Guozijian, Wang Bodang did not know him, and admired him very much, and later even directly worshiped Li Mi as a teacher and became his protégé.

Yesterday, he had just returned to his hometown from Chang'an, and as a result, he heard people everywhere telling the story of Qin Qiong and Luo Wu's battle against the blue-faced eighteen ghosts.

When I was practicing archery just now, I heard a report from someone that Luo Wu was at home, so I rushed to take a look.

After studying in Chang'an for a few years, although I didn't read any books, after all, the Chang'an Empire has been exposed to it for several years, and it can be regarded as rich in experience and has seen many great characters.

Wang Bodang lifted his bow and took the arrow from the quiver.

Stretch your bow and set up arrows, calm and relaxed, and shoot ten arrows in a row.

The arrows were like meteors catching the moon, and they all hit the willow trees fifty or sixty paces away.

"Try?" Wang Bodang handed the bow to Luo Feng.

Luo Feng shook his head, he hadn't shot an arrow at all.

"To make you laugh, I've never touched a bow."

"Otherwise, let's wrestle our wrists!" Luo Feng said with a smile, if this third prince was someone else, he would not be interested in talking about it here, but since this is Yong Saburo Wang Bodang, it will be different. He's a good guy, and it's worth befriending.

"Strength?" Wang Bodang was a little surprised, "Don't you have any weapons to take advantage of?" ”

"Something to do? Hammer it. Luo Feng thought for a while and said, in his body, he really only has a deep memory of the hammer, which is the memory left by helping to fight the iron grip hammer since he was a child, and as for the rest, he has never touched it at all.

"Being able to use a hammer is really powerful. But I'm confident that I have a lot of strength, so let's wrench my wrist. Wang Bodang didn't think about taking advantage of Luo Feng, people said that he hadn't shot arrows, so it was impossible for him to force Luo Feng to compete with him.

"Good!" Luo Feng should go down.

Wang Bodang turned around, "Move a table over, I want to test my strength with Luo Wulang." ”

Luo Feng is not afraid of strength, in his memory, in addition to his strength, he can't compare to Xiao Liu, and ordinary people really can't compare to him.

Holding two hands, Luo Feng and Wang Bodang looked at each other with a smile.

"If you can win me, I'll give you a bow!" Wang Bodang said confidently.

"If I lose to you, I'll promise to play a set of arrows for you." Luo Feng is also very confident.

Wrenching the wrist is not only a comparison of strength, but also a skill, but when Luo Feng was in later life, in addition to liking football, he also liked to wrench his wrist, because this is a very direct competition between two men who neither need a field nor equipment.

The two were still talking, but they had already made their own efforts.

The strength is getting bigger and bigger, and Wang Bodang's face has slowly become red, but Luo Feng still keeps smiling.

"Yikes!" Wang Bodang was surprised, he found that this Luo Wu's strength was really great, so he shouted again, and almost took out all the strength to eat, but Luo Wu's wrist was still as immovable as iron.

What especially amazed him was that Luo Feng always maintained a smiling expression on his face.

"Hey!"

Again, it still is.

Luo Feng's face was relaxed, and he was actually going all out, but the smile on his face was always his signature expression when he wrenched his wrist, and such an expression could sometimes play a role in psychological pressure.

When Wang Bodang ran out of strength again, Luo Feng seized the opportunity to use all his strength and pressed Wang Bodang's arm to the table board in one fell swoop.

With a snap, Wang Bodang looked at his arm that was pressed down in shock.

He who has always boasted of his strength was defeated.

Lost so quickly.

"You won, Luo Wulang is really strong." Uncle Wang was also decisive, and if he lost, he lost, "This bow belongs to you, and I will give you these two bags of feather arrows together." ”