Unexpectedly, Chen Fan even moved his hand, and actually took the initiative to give up the game, everyone was stunned at first, and then broke out into a warm ridicule.

"Haha-" An Lu first laughed on his back, glanced at Chen Fan with disdain in his eyes, and then raised his hand and waved frequently to the surrounding crowd.

The first game ended with Chen Fan's initiative to admit defeat, and the next game was a test of the archery skills of the two.

On a stand nearly 100 steps away from Chen Fan and An Lu, dozens of palm-sized crockpots are placed horizontally in a zigzag shape, and the rules of the game are that each person is equipped with five arrows, and whoever shoots the most crockpots is the winner.

This time, it was still Anlu who went first.

Seeing him, the surrounding audience also came to the spirit, some coaxed, some applauded, and some stepped forward to cheer, and whistles rang out. Hearing everyone's cheers, An Lu couldn't help but show a smug look, glanced at Chen Fan coldly, and then strode towards the archery site.

At this time, the sky had already darkened, although it was not to the extent that he could not see his five fingers, but the light was very limited, Anlu took the bow and arrow from the guard, twisted the bow and arrow, squinted his right eye slightly, and looked straight ahead with his left eye, checking the crosshairs.

After about ten seconds, Anlu's right hand suddenly loosened, and the arrow flew out of the hard bow.

I heard a whoosh, and the arrows broke through the wind, flying like lightning towards the crockpot, impartially, and the crockpot in the middle of the middle.

With a crisp click, the clay pot shot by An Lu instantly shattered, and the porcelain pieces were scattered all over the ground.

"Haha!" Seeing that the first arrow hit the crockpot, the smile on Anlu's face became stronger, he clapped his hands happily, and then without hesitation, he took out the remaining arrows and shot them out one after another.

"Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-"

One arrow after another slashed through the air, mixed with the sound of the crockpot breaking, and when Anlu's five arrows were finished, except for one of which missed slightly, the remaining four were all shot accurately on the opposite crockpot.

This result, An Lu seemed particularly satisfied, at least in his opinion, Chen Fan would never be stronger than himself, he raised his chin high, grinned, and looked at Chen Fan beside him triumphantly.

For An Lu's provocation, Chen Fan could only helplessly smile bitterly, he took the hard bow handed by the old man, put it in his hand and weighed it twice, it felt quite comfortable, but before he could get the arrow, An Lu had already stood aside and said in a weird manner: "It's not a shame to admit defeat now, if you don't hit an arrow at that time, you will be embarrassed!"

Chen Fan smiled slightly, and did not quarrel with him, he took a few deep breaths, trying to make himself feel like water, not to be affected by An Lu.

Chen Fan stood in place with his head down, not in a hurry to pull the bow and arrow, he half-closed his eyes, and after about half a minute, he raised his hand, pulled the bowstring of the hard bow, and after a short aiming, shot the arrow directly.

"Whoosh-"

The arrow flew straight into the air, and then only heard a muffled sound, and a clay pot shattered in response, but before the surrounding people had time to cheer, Chen Fan shot two arrows in succession.

"Whoosh-whoosh-"

After the three arrows were shot, I don't know if it was a trick of fate or Chen Fan's bad luck, and one of the next two arrows missed the direction slightly, and slid past the edge of the crockpot.

The scene was silent, and people stared at Chen Fan intently. Everyone understands that as long as one of Chen Fan's next two arrows misses the crockpot, then he will undoubtedly lose, even if both arrows are hit, then he and An Lu will only have a draw.

Chen Fan looked quite calm, not caring about everyone's reaction at all, he first gestured twice with his hand in front of him, and then raised the hard gong unhurriedly, and then pulled out an arrow from his side, slowly put it on the hard skill, paused for a while, and then tightened the bowstring and released the arrow in his hand.

As soon as the arrow was shot, before everyone could react, he quickly drew another arrow and shot it at the arrow in front of him.

This unbelievable scene made everyone present stunned, including Anlu, who unconsciously opened his mouth wide, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and people couldn't help but worry about him, and if he widened his eyes a little more, his eyeballs would fly out.

However, an even more surprising scene is yet to come.

I saw that the arrow was shot backwards, and it shot accurately on the previous arrow, and under its strong impact, the arrow rod of the previous arrow almost swept sideways to the front, and the five crockpots connected to the bracket were knocked into a solid one, and fell to the ground at the same time.

The scene was so quiet that people were dumbfounded, a hundred meters away, it was already difficult to shoot a palm-sized crockpot, but who would have thought that Chen Fan would think of hitting the crockpot with an arrow rod, this kind of accuracy and grasp of the timing was simply incredible.

I don't know how long it took, the people around finally reacted, and for a while, the calls rang out, the applause was like thunder, and many people were even so excited that they jumped again and again, and couldn't help but raise their arms and shout: "Archer, archer-"

Anlu swallowed his saliva with difficulty, looked at the crockpot opposite, then looked back at Chen Fan, who was expressionless, and then looked ahead, and then looked at Chen Fan, and so on many times, and in the end, he finally looked like a deflated ball, his shoulders collapsed, and his head drooped, but he still didn't admit defeat, and the old god said on the ground: "This time let your kid go shit luck, and in the next game, I will let you lose convincingly!"

Alas, when he met this kind of person, Chen Fan could only shrug his shoulders with tears and laughter.

Next, it was time for the final game.

The rules of the third game are the most concise and clear, and at the same time, they have the most gold, that is, the two have a head-to-head competition, and whoever can beat the other party first is the final winner.

In this game, although Chen Fan did not dare to say that he was completely sure, he still had self-confidence, and his experience as a sparring partner in the past had already honed his experience in fighting quite maturely, even if he faced a strong opponent, he dared to challenge.

As for Anlu, he was even more confident, and his big mouth was almost grinning at the root of his ears, looking at that look, as if victory was already in his pocket.

To cut a long story short, after the two of them finished preparing, Chen Fan stepped on a war horse, held the Xuantian ring ruler in his hand, and took the lead in walking to the center of the field.

Anlu followed, armed with a spear in hand, and rode his horse to follow. When Chen Fan approached, he picked up his spear, pointed at Chen Fan, and said, "Boy, it's too late to admit defeat now, if not, don't blame me for being merciless for a while!"

After listening to his words, Chen Fan almost became angry, and he had encountered a lot of opponents, but he had never seen someone as arrogant as him, and he didn't even take himself seriously at all. He took a deep breath and said, "I won't admit defeat, if you really have the ability, I'm happy to accompany you through the tricks!"

An Lu's eyes flashed, and he suddenly stretched out three fingers and said in a condensed voice: "If I can't defeat you within thirty rounds, even if I lose today." ”

Although Chen Fan's cultivation is not very profound, but it is not a soft persimmon that can be kneaded by others, listening to An Lu's bold words, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Since Your Excellency is so confident, then please let the horse come." ”

An Lu snorted coldly, without warning, he slammed the horse's belly, urging the horse to rush straight towards Chen Fan. The horse was fast, his spear was faster, and almost in the blink of an eye, the spear was in front of Chen Fan.

Chen Fan didn't dare to be careless, dodged to the side, and hurriedly dodged the shot. But before Chen Fan could fight back, An Lu suddenly turned into a stab, and with a horizontal spear, it swept towards Chen Fan's waist.

Chen Fan's reaction was also fast, his body leaned back, and the whole person was almost lying on horseback, dodging An Lu's horizontal gun again. As soon as he sat up, Anlu used his spear as a stick again, smashing Huashan hard at the top of his head.

Chen Fan shouted, raised the Xuantian ring ruler in his hand, and took the heavy gun.

"Dangchang!"

The golden sound of the iron colliding was like thunder in the clear sky, and the loud sound seemed to pierce the eardrums of the people around them, and even the surrounding audience couldn't help but cover their ears and retreat again and again.

Looking at the field again, there is no longer Chen Fan's figure, it turned out that because Anlu's heavy blow was too strong, Chen Fan caught his shot, but he couldn't stand the horse's farts when he stepped down, his hooves were broken, the horse fell to the ground, his nose and mouth were bloody, and he was shocked to death on the spot.