"It's okay, General Mu is already very powerful." The king comforted.

Mu Ji couldn't help but say, "Is it too wasteful to give the Long Moon Bow to Grandmaster Sang?" ”

Mu Jian grabbed the Long Moon Bow and still couldn't bear to let go.

Sang Li just wanted to say, he will take it if he wants, anyway, she is fine with a bow and arrow, she is a divine sword, and her favorite must be divine sword.

The king just wanted to say something neutral, but he gave it to Sang Li, how could he take it back, this wooden partition is really a reckless man.

Who knew that Mu Jian said: "As long as Grandmaster Sang can pull this bow, I, Mu Jie, am not only convinced, but also willing to give Grandmaster Sang the Wind Pole Spiritual Fire." ”

Sang Li's lips moved, and the words he just wanted to say turned on the tip of his tongue, and he said with a shallow smile in his eyes: "That's okay." ”

The officials were shocked.

"The third-place Wind Pole Spiritual Fire? I heard you right, it's General Mu's family heirloom. ”

"General Mu was born as a blacksmith, and I heard that the weapons made by relying on the wind and extreme spiritual fire are soaring."

"What nonsense, General Mu is very powerful in his own right."

"Yes, General Mu is willing to bet with the Wind Extreme Spirit Fire."

"Grandmaster Sang is an alchemist, the alchemist's cultivation is not very high, General Mu is already in the late stage of the Yuan Infant, and the stage of transformation is almost the threshold, General Mu can't pull it, how can Grandmaster Sang pull it."

"General Mu wants to come to this Long Moon Bow."

"It seems inevitable."

There was a lot of talking.

When the king saw that Sang Li had come down, he didn't say much.

Sang Li was not because of the wind extreme spiritual fire promised by Mu Jie, she just suddenly remembered that she gave Wang Shang Lao'er the Huanyan Pill, although she refined it as simple as jelly beans, but if she really gave away the Long Moon Bow, wouldn't it be a bit of a loss.

So Sang Li took it.

"Please." Mu Jian handed over the longbow, and after a please, his attitude was not very respectful, he is a person who regards strength as respect, no matter how noble the alchemist is, he still doesn't want someone to protect him? So he didn't think that Sang Li could pull it away.

Sang Li wasn't sure if she could pull the bowstring, if she couldn't pull it, then the Long Moon Bow would be given to them, anyway, she could do it if she wanted it or not.

Sang Li stepped out of her seat, her jet-black and luxurious black dress spun around, and she reached out to take the Long Moon Bow from Mu Partition's hand.

The feeling of the long moon bow in the hand is like the feeling of cool sea water hitting the hand, as if the sea breeze is wrapped in the sea water and slowly lapping ashore.

Sang Li took the long moon bow in the palm of his hand.

Mu Jian was about to see if she couldn't pull the strings, and he got the Long Moon Bow in a fair and honest manner.

Who knew that the woman looked at the Changyue Bow, and after a pause, she didn't move, and Mu Jian said suspiciously: "If you can't pull it, just say, you don't need to grind and chirp here, it's normal for the doctor to not pull it away." ”

Sang Li glanced at Mu Ji and ignored him, in fact, Sang Li was because there were blood stains on the strings, and she felt that after glancing at Mu Ji, she felt more clean.

She looked at Lian Yiwan, and just wanted to borrow her silk scarf again, but the young man didn't know when he left his seat, and his face was fair and normal today, and he shouldn't have been drinking.

The young man handed over a black luxurious silk scarf, which was also embroidered with a golden picture, which turned out to be the appearance of a heavy sword, he looked at her with a gentle face, and said slowly: "The bowstring is dirty, Ah Li wipe it." ”

Sang Li was stunned, and then said, "Thank you." ”

She took the silk scarf from the young man's hand, originally thought that the young man should have bought the silk scarf casually, but when she saw the pattern on it, she was not sure, it would not be because the young man secretly embroidered it himself after seeing that she used the silk scarf that practiced twisting.

Do teenagers know how to sew? Probably not, it should be a pattern for others to embroider on the silk scarf, but this intention is indeed quite heavy.

Sang Li's face was calm, warning himself not to be confused, not to be confused, and quietly wiped the bowstring of the white moonlight.

Mu Jian saw the woman's movements and pulled his mouth: "Is it because of this delay in pulling the bow?" ”

Sang Li glanced at him and nodded: "A little clean." ”

Sang Li didn't know that he was a little clean, he didn't feel anything, the corners of the young man's mouth next to him were slightly hooked, like spring water, the eyebrows that seemed to have been kissed by spring, the beautiful and bright color, the young man's red lips opened lightly and said slowly: "Ah Li will definitely be able to pull the bow." ”

Because the young man didn't dislike him at all when he thought of Ah Li before he washed his hands, and when he was in Qinfu, she didn't think his hands were dirty, and she still pulled him, and he didn't have any cleanliness fetish for him, he was very happy when he thought that he was a special one.

When the boy laughed happily, the spring color was not as bright as his.

Sang Li didn't describe the villain's appearance in much detail when she wrote it, but in my impression, the little villain she described was cold, and when he appeared in her pen again, he was a disfigured poisonous ancestor.

Naturally, she didn't put much effort into describing his appearance, and the beautiful young man in front of her was not related to the poisonous ancestor.

How beautiful can a boy be?

Sang Li complained in his heart, but he didn't say it, but said, "Well, I'll work hard." ”

Mu snorted coldly from his nostrils, this bit of blood can't be seen, isn't the Changyue Bow in her hand such a good bow in vain?

After the mulberry was wiped clean, he still held the cloth in a clean place in one hand and grabbed the bowstring.

Mu Jian saw that he looked down on Sang Li even more, and wrapped the bowstring in a cloth, it must be because he was afraid of pain, and he was really chirping.

Sang Li felt that she was holding it, she had gone to the shooting hall to play before, there were guns and bows and arrows, she had played with bows and arrows, but she had never played with such a big bow and arrow, after catching it, her posture was also good, and the next plate was very stable.

Mu Jian looked at this pretend, and wanted to call her, if she couldn't pull it, don't pull it, don't waste time.

But in the next second, the bowstring moved! It's moving!

The woman pulled the bowstring, and the string that had not moved in his hand began to slowly turn into an arc in the woman's hand.

Everyone sitting at the table exclaimed in surprise, and all of them looked at Sang Li with wide eyes.

Huo Rao also looked at Sang Li with some surprise, the bow that General Mu couldn't pull away, he naturally couldn't pull it away, but he didn't expect Sang Li to pull it away!

As Sang Li opened the arc of the string a little more, everyone would take a cold breath.

Then Mulberry didn't move.

Mu Jian swallowed his saliva and said, "Why don't you move?" ”

Sang Li always felt that the bow in her hand was the same as the bow that the strong man was holding just now, because she felt that this bow was obviously easy to pull, and she could use a little strength, and she hadn't used all her strength yet......

She pulled the bowstring and stopped halfway, and when she saw the puzzled look of everyone looking at her, she said slowly: "I can't pull it." ”

Sang Li also took the opportunity to stop, although she felt that she could pull the strings.

Mu Jian was still in shock just now, looking at the young woman in front of him who couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, he couldn't return to his senses in disbelief.

Sang Li noticed his gaze and felt that he needed to say something, so he said, "Accept." ”

The drums were still pounding, and the crackling of Martian bullets was still pervasive.

The woman's figure seems to have become particularly tall.

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