The woman was supposed to weave at home, how could she know such a thing as horse racing, so he didn't think that Feng Chengcheng would win.

Feng Chengcheng didn't care what the patriarch was thinking, and walked to the side to pick the horses by himself.

The patriarch looked at a barbarian next to him, and the barbarian immediately stepped forward.

The two sides bowed to each other and walked to the adjacent stables to pick their partners.

Feng Chengcheng picked a snow-white snow horse, although it was said to be very beautiful, but it was a little thin and looked weak.

When the barbarians saw the horses picked by Feng Tingcheng, they all laughed one after another, and Feng Tingcheng glanced at them lightly and ignored them.

Another barbarian picked a black horse with a pitch-black body, which looked strong and powerful, and had great explosive power.

At the end, there will be a barbarian waiting there, and when the time comes, he will not be afraid of them cheating.

According to the character of the Manchus, Feng Chengcheng also believed that they would never do such dirty things. So without saying a word, she stepped on the horse, and walked to the starting point.

The barbarian was still there, stroking the black horse, not knowing what he was doing.

Feng Qingcheng thought about it, I'm afraid it was some kind of rule in their race, she waited at the starting point for a while, and the barbarian came over with his horse.

also stepped forward, the black horse seemed to be a little unconvinced, raised his front hooves and roared, and the Manchu immediately lay in the horse's ear and underestimated a few words.

Soon the black horse quieted down, and when Allure's eyes flashed with approval, he thought that this Manchu also had some ability.

Seeing that both of them were ready, the referee shouted loudly, and when he heard this, the two horses behind him seemed to be frightened, and ran away at a fast pace.

Feng Qingcheng, his eyes were cold, and he grabbed the horse stiff on the horse's back to control the snow horse, and the snow horse quickly quieted down.

Feng Chengcheng has not been in much contact with her, and she remembers that the last time she rode a horse was in the 21st century.

It was in the middle of a mission, and it seemed a little rusty after so long, but it didn't stop her from playing.

Soon, Feng Chengcheng took control of the snow horse and ran forward steadily, and the barbarian seemed to be running behind unhurriedly.

Feng Chengcheng did not receive the influence of the Manchus, and still controlled the snow horse to run forward.

The distance they ran was roughly calculated, a total of two thousand meters. For a horse, no more, no less.

But Feng Chengcheng slowly found that the more she went behind, the faster the barbarian seemed to be at least, and her speed was not fast or slow, and she couldn't catch up at all.

Seeing that the Manchus were about to surpass him, Feng Qingchen scolded in annoyance, and sure enough, he still didn't know enough about horses.

Last time, at least it was only because of the needs of the mission, so she had a rough understanding of the horse's personality.

But for this kind of barbarian who lives with horses all year round, it is nothing but a drop in the bucket.

There's no way, now I can only fight hard. Feng Qingcheng put aside all distractions, and still controlled the snow horse to move forward unhappily and slowly. And the figure of the barbarian gradually disappeared in the eyes of Feng Chengcheng.

Feng Qingcheng immediately became anxious when he thought of what he was in the hands of the barbarians three years later, and he didn't care about his previous strategy, the horsewhip in his hand waved vigorously, the horse neighed, and ran forward.

The barbarian smiled disdainfully when he heard the sound of the snow horse behind him, and at the same time quickened the pace of his dark horse.

It is absolutely impossible for the horse to pull out the seedlings to help him surpass him in this situation.

Feng Chengcheng also understands this truth, but if she doesn't do this, she won't even have the last chance.

Feng Qingcheng gritted his teeth, waved his whip again, and sprinted towards the finish line.

The end is not far away, but Feng Chengcheng always feels far, far away from him, and the barbarians seem to be deliberate.

Feng Chengcheng accelerated, he also accelerated, Feng Chengcheng slowed down, and the barbarian also slowed down, and the two of them advanced at such a distance.

This kind of teasing made Feng Qingcheng even more annoyed, but he couldn't catch up, so he couldn't help it.

In the end, the barbarians won, Feng Qingcheng got off the horse, and when she saw the barbarians' disdainful expressions, her face instantly turned cold.

Feng Chengcheng returned to Dongfang Wuya's side and bowed his head to Dongfang Wuya and said sorry.

After all, this was not the result that Feng Chengcheng thought of, she thought that she could be qualified as a barbarian.

But in the end, the barbarians won a game.

Dongfang Wuya was not unhappy, nor was he dissatisfied or anything, he rubbed Feng Qicheng's head.

"It's okay, there are two rounds left, let me do it."

Feng Qingcheng raised his head, nodded, and looked at Dongfang Wuya and walked up.

The second game is archery.

The barbarians won the first game, and they were more confident in the second.

They thought that it was impossible for two alien humans to win against themselves, and the victory in the first game was the best proof of this.

Therefore, the barbarians in the second game did not take Dongfang Wuya in their eyes at all.

Dongfang Wuya had a smile on the corner of his mouth from beginning to end, making it difficult to see what he was thinking.

After Feng Chengcheng saw it, she was slightly nervous, although she knew Dongfang Wuya's strength, but because of her mistake in the first game, she was still a little scared.

If Dongfang Wuya also loses this game, then it will be impossible for them to take this Sky Seal.

And Dongfang Wuya seemed to know Feng Tingcheng's thoughts, he turned his head and nodded at Feng Tingcheng.

The shape of his mouth moved, Feng Qingcheng saw his lips, and also nodded towards Dongfang Wuya Dongfang Wuya, much more relieved, she believed in Dongfang Wuya's strength.

Soon, Dongfang Wuya and the man were ready, and at this time, everyone thought that the game had started, but they saw the two of them turn around and walk to the back stable at the same time.

Each brought a horse out, and the barbarians were also a little surprised.

Originally, he was planning to shoot arrows on a horse, so that he could show his skill.

But I didn't expect that the other party, a human being, also thought the same as myself.

However, when the man stepped on the horse. Dongfang Wuya did not sit on the horse's back, but stepped lightly on the horse's back.

Looking at the tall figure of Dongfang Wuya, the barbarians next to him seemed to be a little short.

Seeing this, the barbarian seemed to be a little unwilling, and he also kicked his feet, and both of them stood directly on the back of the horse.

Looking at the small black dot that was constantly moving a thousand meters away in front of them, neither of them had any expression.

The barbarians absolutely did not believe that Dongfang Wuya would be able to stand on horseback like this.

You can also hit the little black dot a kilometer away.

Although he himself was not sure that he would be able to shoot, but what he was not sure of, let alone the human on the other side.

Thinking about it like this, the barbarian glanced at Dongfang Wuya arrogantly, but Dongfang Wuya didn't have any expression.

He clenched his fist at the barbarian and said.

"You come first."

The barbarian turned his head very confidently, picked up his bow and arrows and prepared them, and then became the arrows, and after pulling the strings, he began his first arrow.

Dongfang Wuya leisurely put his hands behind his back, no matter how the horse under his feet jumped, he seemed to stick to the horse's back, not moving

The barbarian's first arrow hit, but not in the center, but in the other rings of the target.

However, they seem to be very satisfied with this result, after all, standing on horseback and shooting arrows is something they have never tried before.

Seeing that after his shot, the barbarian's self-confidence became stronger, and he raised his head proudly at Dongfang Wuyan.

Dongfang Wuya didn't feel any discomfort, and he didn't shoot an arrow immediately, but controlled the horse and seemed to retreat a little more.

That's right, a little bit.

It was only a few steps away, but this action made the barbarian even more disdainful of Dongfang Wuya.

He didn't necessarily shoot at a distance of a thousand meters, and if he wanted to be a little farther away than himself, it was impossible.

But if Dongfang Wuya is shot, then it means that Dongfang Wuya is the winner of this game.

After all, even though it was only a few steps away, it was farther than the barbarian.

In comparison, both of them are standing on horseback, but now it is a matter of looking at the distance, and there is also the problem of the center of the target.