Qing Tianxiang's raised hands, one piece of gravel in one hand, and the other gravel fell down like hailstones.

Although this is nothing for Qing Tianxiang, he can't hold his face, this is completely a naked slap in the face.

"Cousin, what do you mean by that?" Qing Tianxiang asked with a trembling face, his eyes burning with flames.

"I just want to tell everyone that if you want to chase me, you have to defeat the man who made this crossbow first!"

Feng Sleeve said, took out a sharp arrow from the quiver again, mounted it on the armor-piercing crossbow, raised his hand and hit the bull's-eye two hundred and eighty meters away, no, it pierced the bull's-eye and shot at the target three hundred and fifty meters behind.

The young people present and the other people who were training on the school field all turned their heads to look at this side, and their faces were serious.

The power of this arrow, in the Qing family, can only be done at the level of forging qi, and Feng Sleeve has only combed the three layers in the early stage, and he actually did it, which is enough to show the strength of the crossbow in Feng Sleeve's hand.

"It's... This is what Uncle Qingxian may not be able to do!" said a young man in surprise.

Qingxian is not the first person in the previous generation, the top three are definitely no problem, such achievements, Qingxian has never done it at this age.

"Good crossbow!" a deep voice came from afar.

The next moment, an old man with a hint of gray in his hair, but with a ruddy face and very vigorous blood, walked with tiger steps, this person was the grandfather of the wind sleeves, Qing Chop, a strong man in the early stage of the solid three-layer.

"Grandpa!" the wind sleeves slashed towards Qing.

"Sleeve, can you show your grandfather the crossbow in your hand?" said Qing Chop with a gentle smile.

"Hmm!" Wind Sleeve handed it with both hands.

Qing Slash took the armor-piercing crossbow and shook it slightly, very surprised in his heart, this crossbow may not be able to be done by the forging master of the Qing family.

Lightweight, easy to carry, and amazingly powerful and crosshaired, it is a rare combat weapon.

"Win'er, get an arrow!" Qing Slash shouted, a pair of sharp eyes carefully observing the armor-piercing crossbow in his hand, nodding from time to time.

Qing Ying, who was still stunned on the side, hurriedly trotted, picked up the quiver and trotted towards Qing Chop.

Pulling out a sharp arrow and loading it easily, Qing Chop gestured slightly, and his heart was even more happy, this crosshair is the crossbow forged by those forging masters in the Central Five Continents, and it may not be comparable.

Sou!

The bullseye 600 meters away was pierced in an instant until it hit a target 700 meters away.

"What a crossbow, what a crossbow!"

Qing Chop praised without hesitation, and kept stroking the crossbow body with both hands, and couldn't put it down.

Qing Chop's praise, the young people present were blinded, just now Feng Sleeve said that if you want to chase her, you must first defeat the man who forged this crossbow.

And now, even the old man praises this crossbow, which is enough to show that the person who forged this crossbow is powerful.

"It's no play, it's no play at all!" Many young people shook their heads and sighed, in the face of absolute strength, few people dared to mention the idea of resisting.

Qing Ying's face was also a little ugly at the moment, the old man's arrow, he was standing on the side, but he could see it clearly.

The old man just made a little gesture, and he got such a result, if he shot an arrow quietly, the power can be imagined.

"Sleeve, this crossbow was made by that master, can you recommend it to my grandfather?" asked Qing Chop with a hint of pleading.

"Hee-hee, grandpa, he should be there tomorrow!" replied with a little tsundere in the wind sleeves with a smile.

"Okay, okay, Ying'er, inform the cook, tomorrow I will prepare a banquet, I will invite the blacksmith to a banquet!" Qing Shu stroked the green beard with his right hand, and said very happily.

"Yes!" Qing Ying was respectful, and he was also a little curious in his heart, who was the blacksmith who came tomorrow.

Soon, the word spread from top to bottom of the Qing family, and tomorrow there will be a forging master to come as a guest, and it is said that there is an indescribable and unclear relationship with the wind sleeve.

But in some women's mouths, the taste changes.

"What a great crossbow can be forged by a master blacksmith, I guess he must be forty years old!" a woman whispered.

"What forty years old, I think fifty years old is a foundation!" another woman began.

"What do you say, what is that wild girl in the Wind Sleeves, if you want to pursue her, you have to defeat that blacksmith!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the topic of the women changed instantly, and the gossip about the wind sleeves suddenly spread in the Qingjia family, and even in the Qingjia Town.

"How can this be reasonable, a group of women dare to slander my family's sleeves, and the old lady wants to tear their rotten mouths!" Qingxiayi slapped the marble table in front of her, and a palm-sized stone was slapped out of the marble table.

"Mother, why do you bother, tomorrow Tianchu is here, their stinky mouths are naturally speechless!" Feng Sleeve opened his mouth to comfort his mother, but Feng Sleeve was also very uncomfortable in his heart, and he only begged Tian Chu to come over quickly.

In the courtyard where Fengyun is located, Qingxian and Qingdan hugged Fengyun to death, for fear that Fengyun would be annoyed and angry.

"Let go, I'm fine!" Fengyun is nose spewed white gas.

"Brother-in-law, it's those women who are cheap, don't take it to heart, tomorrow the forging master won't come, and the matter will naturally be clear at a glance!" Qingdan persuaded while holding on to Fengyun.

"That's right, brother-in-law, don't be impulsive, the old man will be busy with the banquet!" Qingxian also said, now only the old man and Qingxiayi can control the storm.

"I'm really fine, I just want to go and see the mother and daughter of the sleeves!" Fengyun was also very helpless, these two brothers-in-law actually misunderstood themselves, and they were worried that Feng Sleeves and Qingxiayi couldn't stand it, so they were like this.

"That's good, that's good! By the way, Brother Shan, shouldn't we also go to Sleeve to find out some news about the blacksmith?"

"It's still the eldest brother you think thoughtfully, that's right, we really should know more about the forging master!"

Seeing Qingxian squeezing his eyebrows, Qingdan also quickly picked up the words, and the two of them grabbed the wind and clouds one by one, and walked towards Qingxiayi's courtyard.

"What! less than twenty years old?" Qingdan was the first to exclaim, his facial expression extremely rich.

"Niece, don't tease your uncle?" Qingxian also held back for a long time before speaking.

For what Feng Sleeve said, how could Qingxian dare to believe that a young man less than twenty years old actually forged such an awesome crossbow arrow, how did those masters in the Middle Five Continents think of it?

"It's true!" Fengyun finally reassured.

The two brothers of the Qing family were slightly convinced, but their hearts were full of confusion, even if they started to strike iron, they couldn't do it so awesomely.

After applying the power of the armor-piercing crossbow, the two brothers of the Qing family can't wait to replace this armor-piercing crossbow now.

It's a pity that no matter how high the price is, the two of them don't change their sleeves, and they go directly into the space bag in their arms and protect them to death.