In the distance of the corridor, Qian Fei'er stood under the eaves, holding a folding fan in her hand, and gently fanned it, carefully observing the movement here.

Seeing that Qianlinjue's harem was on fire and was directly knocked unconscious, her squinting eyes opened slightly, and a happy smile appeared on her face.

There was Qian Nawei standing next to her, she looked at Qian Linjue who had fainted, and was a little worried, so she hurriedly stepped forward to help treat her......

Some time later, when Qian Linjue woke up again, she found herself lying on the bed.

Turning his head to look, he found a sloppy housemaid on another bed not far away-Qian Liuli.

At this moment, Qian Liuli was reading the comics by the dim candlelight, and Qian Linjue woke up, and she didn't even look at it.

Won't you care about my cousin?

Qian Linjue glanced sideways.

Then, he turned his head to the other side.

Qian Liuli should be in the same room as Sister Fei'er, since this is Qian Liuli's room, then......

When I looked at it, I just saw that Qian Fei'er and Qian Nawei were squatting on the ground beside them, fiddling and making a large device.

What are Sister Fei'er and Nawei doing?

Qian Linjue was a little curious, did not speak, and watched carefully.

It was a shelf-type device, with two crossbows bent backward and arms about 1.8 meters long at the top and front end, and a crossbow about 1.8 meters long with the same arm length as the two crossbows in front of them.

Further on, there is a slide bar with a winch mounted.

Qian Linjue looked over here, and Qian Nawei and Qian Fei'er were already aware of it, but the two of them were busy, so they didn't talk to him.

After a while, the two fiddled, and Qian Nawei stood up and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Sister Fei'er, in this way, these three-bow bed crossbows should be ready, and they should be able to test fire tomorrow."

Qian Fei'er stood up and patted Qian Nawei on the shoulder with a smile.

"It's hard work, let's go back to practice or rest early."

"Hmm." Qiannawei nodded, turned and walked out of the room.

Qianfei turned her head, as if she had just noticed that Qianlin had awakened.

"Ah, Lin Jue, you're awake!" Qian Fei'er exclaimed.

"I've woken up a long time ago, haven't I?" Qian Linjue complained helplessly.

As he spoke, he pointed to the device that Qian Fei'er had just made with Qian Nawei and asked suspiciously, "What is this?" ”

Qian Fei'er chuckled and didn't hide it.

"The three-bow bed crossbow, the most powerful crossbow in the history of cold weapons, has a range of 1,000 paces and a shooting power of 18 stones."

"So strong?!"

Qian Linjue's eyes glared hard.

According to the calculation method of Douluo Continent, one stone is fifty kilograms, and eighteen stones is one thousand eight hundred catties!

What is the concept of 1,800 pounds? Tang San is now thirty-one level, and the weight of the Haotian Hammer is only about four or five hundred catties.

And the shooting power of this three-bow bed crossbow is equivalent to projecting a Soul Emperor, or even a Soul Saint-level Haotian Sect master martial soul!

And it's not a simple projection, it's a projection that compresses the force area and greatly increases the pressure!

If the bolts fired from such a bed crossbow were shot at a person......

"Hiss——!"

Qian Linjue took a hard breath.

Qian Fei'er was quite satisfied when she saw Qian Linjue's expression. 69 school bags

As the most powerful shooting weapon in the history of cold weapons, the three-bow bed crossbow can be called the strongest, and there is no one.

According to historical records, a three-bow bed crossbow requires at least 30 strong men or several oxen to pull it, and then the crossbow arrows can be driven into the solid rammed earth glutinous rice city wall at close range, up to half a foot deep!

You know, it's a city wall made of rammed earth and glutinous rice, and even if a high-explosive bomb with a hot weapon hits it, it doesn't necessarily have much effect.

And with this three-bow bed crossbow, you can nail it in.

If it was said that the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle and Buddha Fury Tang Lian operated by a single soldier could shoot Titled Douluo at close range, then these three-bow bed crossbows were within a distance of two hundred meters, which was the nightmare of all Titled Douluo!

Putting away the three-bow bed crossbow to her soul guide bracelet, Qian Fei'er drove Qian Linjue out of bed.

"You're awake, don't stay here all the time, go back to your room."

"Hmph, it's your honor that Young Master Ben can lie on your bed for a while, feel happy."

Qian Linjue said proudly, then got up, put on her slippers and walked out of the room honestly.

Closing the door, Qian Fei'er turned her head, glanced at Qian Liuli, and sternly admonished: "Don't read the comics so late, you will be short-sighted, practice immediately!" ”

"Yes, yes." Qian Liuli drooped her eyes back, put away the comics, sat back on the bed, and settled into cultivation.

Alas, these naughty children are not worrying about any of them.

Qian Fei'er shook her head helplessly, sat down on her bed, and also entered the cultivation state.

The night passed quietly......

The next day, after breakfast, Qian Fei'er and Qian Linjue, as well as other people from the Qian clan, came to the Meng family's martial arts arena with the four Title Douluo.

The plan of the day lies in the morning, and at this time, there are already many young children of the Meng family practicing soul skills and practicing actual combat skills on the martial arts field.

Meng De followed Qian Fei'er.

He came to the martial arts arena, waved his hand, and drove the surrounding Meng family disciples away in an impatient tone.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, and vacate the field."

The surrounding Meng family disciples were very dissatisfied and muttered to each other.

"Hmph, little white face, relying on the support of the people of the Martial Spirit Palace, what kind of energy."

"Shhhhh

These children of the family are very jealous of Meng De's status and talent on weekdays, and at this time, Meng De's attitude is a little worse, so they make a big fuss.

However, Meng De's identity is extraordinary, far from being comparable to these side lines, even if they are dissatisfied, they can only honestly give up the venue.

The site was emptied, and Meng De had a large huge stone piece carried to the innermost part of the field.

Qian Fei'er stood in the martial arts arena, about twenty meters away from the stone.

Her slender jade hand touched the soul guide bracelet, and the fluorescence flashed, and a three-bow bed crossbow more than two meters long appeared on the ground.

Looking at one of the four Titled Douluo next to him, Qian Fei'er commanded, "Iron Fist Douluo, you come and give it a try." ”

An old man in black robe nodded and walked behind the three-bow bed crossbow.

Adjusting the angle, Iron Fist aimed the three-bow crossbow at a nearby rock.

Qian Fei'er's fingers swiped on the soul guide's hand again, and the bright light flashed, and there was an extra two-meter-long javelin in her hand.

The head of the javelin is made of purified iron, which is abnormally hard, and the tail is equipped with feathers made of iron sheets to maintain stable flight.

Iron Fist Douluo took the javelin and placed it on the string of the three-bow bed crossbow.

He hooked one finger into the thick bowstring and tried to pull it back.

But with a little force, he didn't pull.

"Huh?" Iron Fist Douluo snorted lightly.

"You have to release the martial spirit." Qian Fei'er reminded him.