There are people at the bottom of the mountain, dressed in black, walking alone in the snow, so chic.

The way of crossing the arrow is very unique, there is a bow on each side of the waist and hip, which is no more than three feet long, and the whole body is pitch black, with a metallic glow. The way he carries arrows is also very strange, it's actually under the armpit!?

His steps were steady, the distance of each step was exactly the same, as if measured with a ruler, and the expression on his face was calm and rebellious, except for the occasional glint of excitement in his eyes.

The moment he saw him, Shisanlang couldn't help but sigh secretly, and suddenly remembered someone in his heart.

"What a look!"

I don't know why, after this injury, Thirteen Lang often thinks of the past, and remembers the peaceful time in Falling Spirit City. The man in front of him is really similar to Ah Niu, the only difference is that he is an archer, while Ah Niu likes to use a sword.

"Teacher's opponent?

The little young master didn't know why Shisanlang was so sure, but he obviously regarded the teacher as an undefeated idol, and before he saw the person who came, he began to pout and said, "Pretending is not a good thing." ”

Scarface shook his head with a wry smile, and said with a solemn expression: "This person is not simple, Mr. be careful." ”

Thirteen Lang was stunned for a moment, and some doubts rose in his heart. He knew where Scarface's worries came from, the gaze of the person who came was as piercing as a sharp arrow, and he could feel his killing intent from so far away, of course he was not a simple person. Scarface obviously saw this, and at the same time, he also saw that Thirteen Lang's archery skills were actually very ordinary, and deliberately reminded him.

The question is, aren't we in a gang? Why aren't we ready to help just watching the show? Since that kid is coming alone, hundreds of us will pounce on him and crush him to death.

As a last resort, Shisanlang still didn't want to show too much, and now he gave everyone the impression that he was only infinitely powerful, and the real power was infinite!

Such people are indeed rare, but it is not absolutely nothing, Thirteen Lang thinks that he is Li Yuanba, and he is invincible in the world when he is born, where can those who work hard to practice be reasonable. That's it alone. Even Lord Lin, who was the most skeptical of him, couldn't say anything. It's just that he took shit luck and picked up a freak on the side of the road.

When in doubt, he asked, and Thirteen Lang said, "What is he doing, staring at me so hard?"

The little young master looked at Thirteen Lang in a daze, as if he didn't believe that this sentence came out of his mouth.

Scarface also felt that something was wrong and asked, "Mr. doesn't know?"

Thirteen Lang was puzzled and said, "What do you know?"

"Zhe Shoot Challenge!" Scarface's expression collapsed, and he had to explain, "Any warrior who kills 100 people with an arrow is eligible for the Zhe Shoot Challenge. If you win ten people in a row, you will automatically get the title of Zhe Shot. ”

"What is that?"

"Oh my God!" Scarface was completely convinced, thinking to himself that you are a master, what a master, the person with the bow doesn't even know how to shoot, is it really too high.

"Zhe Shot is a shooter title. It is an honor that anyone who wields arrows will aspire to for life," the young master said loudly.

"You know, too?" Thirteen Lang was surprised, thinking to himself that the little guy wasn't pretending, was he?

"Everybody knows. The little master was aggrieved and said, "The teacher must have forgotten." ”

"Mmmm, my brain hasn't been very good lately, you all know why. ”

Shisanlang took this step, thought about it and said, "This is not fair, you can cheat." ”

"I" Scarface almost burst into a foul mouth. The little young master's expression was even more exciting. There are signs of collapse in the chest building.

It's okay to cheat!" Thirteen Lang thought it was normal, and after thinking about it again, he asked, "Can you only go it alone?" Can't anyone else help?"

“”

The scar-faced young master turned around at the same time, and the expression on his face was clearly written: I don't know him, I don't know him, I don't know him in death!

Thirteen Lang shook his head stupidly and said, "Okay, that guy has won a few games, can you see it?"

"Nine! Only one game away, he's the new Zheji. ”

Scarface pointed to the person who came, and said solemnly: "Look at his shoulder straps, nine red lines." ”

Thirteen Lang looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but admire it a little in his heart, one or two thousand yards could see those red lines clearly, and Scarface was worthy of his position.

He said, "If I kill him, will it be the new Zheji?"

Inside the beast ring, Carmen shouted hoarsely and desperately, trying to ask the young master to give him this honor; no matter where he was, the strong people who specialized in one were particularly interested in this kind of thing, and they were excited when they heard it.

Shisanlang ignored him, so he said with a triumphant expression: "In that case, I will take advantage of it." ”

"Dream!" Scarface finally couldn't help it, although he understood that the high morale of the battle was beneficial to his side, he still couldn't help but sneer and said: "Ten rounds of challenges, not one less." ”

"Cut!" Carmen was deflated and lay back to the corpse.

"It's boring. Thirteen Lang shook his head again and again, looking like a master.

It's really not interesting.

If it weren't for the scruples of revealing his identity, what if Thirteen Lang stood still and let him shoot? Of course, that doesn't conform to the rules of Zhe shooting, and winning is not a win, but this is a battlefield, a battlefield!

There are rules on the battlefield? Thirteen Lang never thought so. What he knew was that if a shooter of this level made up his mind to sneak attack, the lethality to his side would not be small, and he should have killed it earlier.

"Well, that's it. ”

As he spoke, the lean man came to a place of fifteen hundred yards and stood still, breathing evenly and calmly, raising his hand and pointing up the slope.

Jusan Lang asked Scarface, "Who is his name?"

The three of them stood too close, a finger more than a thousand yards away, who knew who was pointing.

Scarface turned his head again, the scar on his face jumped vigorously, thinking that this thing can really be loaded, alas!

Regardless of whether people are pretending to be or not, everyone has been deceived anyway, and they still can't figure out whether they are pretending to be Sven in the front or pretending to be confused in the back, which is not glorious after all.

The little young master was honest and kindly reminded: "Teacher, you are the only one here with a bow and arrow." ”

"Oh"

Thirteen Lang had no choice but to turn around and ask loudly, "What's the matter?"

The lean man was a little confused, and shouted, "You, come down." ”

Thirteen Lang didn't understand again, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Poof!" Many maids on Madame's side laughed, and were glared at by Madame and Miss, and quickly covered their mouths.

Even women understand! Thirteen Lang secretly sighed, thinking to himself that he hadn't heard Shaofei and them say it before? At that time, I didn't see anyone who was particularly good at bows and arrows. It is more inclined to cultivate the truth.

Thinking about this, Shisanro really realized that he was now a mortal, and he was fighting in an environment where monks were treated like immortals.

"1,000 yards prevail, and if you die, you will be able to set your feet, this is the rule of the Zhe Shooting Competition. ”

Scarface had to come forward again and explained to Jusan Lang in a low voice, "The other party will come first." It's grace, and now it's up to you. ”

"Oh"

Thirteen Lang shook his head again, but did not refuse, walked down the slope, and walked towards the lean man.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent, and thousands of pairs of eyes were fixed on the two slowly approaching people. The gaze is not instantaneous. Between the two, the smell of wind and snow mixed with blood penetrated into the nostrils, getting colder and colder.

The snow thieves didn't say anything, the hillside flashed, and the guards flocked to the front of the moat one after another, and more than a hundred servants and servants couldn't help it, seeing that the stitches were close to everyone, and Madame and Miss were no exception. Before the big tent. The black-robed man appeared in the arena at some point. Standing beside Lord Lin and saying something, Lord Lin frowned tightly. What he saw was that his wife and daughter were mixed with the guards.

"It's not like words, it's not like words!" Lin Ruhai thought to himself.

The little young master was the most nervous, don't look at the previous ridicule of Thirteen Lang, when he really had to face it at this time, a heart unconsciously raised his throat and eyes, his eyes were sore by the cold wind and refused to blink, his two fists were clenched tightly, and his fingertips were pinched out of blood.

Scarface patted him lightly on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, young master, Mr. has won." ”

"Hmm!"

The little young master nodded vigorously, and then he was a little puzzled and asked, "How do you know?"

"This"

Scarface didn't know what to say, hesitated for a long time, and said with some emotion: "On the battlefield, you can't win if you don't have strong strength;

“”

The little young master was confused when he heard it, and felt that he was complimenting but not quite like it, it was really difficult and profound to the extreme, and the mystery was difficult to understand to the top.

"It's always haode to win, right?" thought to the young master

The speed of one thousand four, one thousand three, one thousand twenty three is not fast, but it gives people a feeling that they will never stop. If the lean man is as steady as an iron stake rooted in the ground, Shisanlang is like a moving mountain, and his seemingly thin body is flat and gentle, as if he is being pushed forward by a pair of invisible hands.

Twelve hundred yards, the lean man took out his bow, snapped two arrows on the outside of his foot, and plunged into the ground next to the edge of his shoe.

The hillside inhaled neatly, and everyone's worries increased. With this alone, no one could see exactly when he had fired the arrow, including the Commander. I saw that his right hand swayed, and the arrow had already entered the ground.

The little young master was even more nervous, and Miss Madame was more nervous than him, especially Madame, who kept talking to her daughter in her mouth, as if she was commenting.

Thirteen Lang was startled, but his footsteps did not stop, and he said, "This is Dingzu?"

There was only one line between the masters, and those two arrows seemed inconspicuous, but they actually blocked the footsteps.

This is the dead end.

The lean man looked contemptuous, didn't bother to pay attention to his opponent's behavior, and gently hooked his fingers.

Thirteen Lang smiled, smiled cheerfully, smiled purely, and even a little brightly.

"It didn't look like a cow, I looked away. ”

Shisanlang shook his head in disappointment, put away a trace of pity in his heart, and asked, "Are you telling me to make a move?"

The thin man was slightly stunned, thinking that the distance has not yet arrived, what is the right thing to set now?

The opponent didn't speak, and Jusan Lang felt that he was acquiescing, and said, "Since that's okay." ”

With that, he made a move, and the shot was seven arrows, one next to the other.

Arrows are like flying locusts

(To be continued......)