This time the rescue escort was not carried out by a large group of people with great fanfare, and the escort method was not to clear the entire avenue.
Instead, they have to face the endless stream of masters from the Western Rakshasa Sect and the Daming Zun Sect. The masters chosen should naturally be quality rather than quantity, so Zhou Yi's selection from the Qiyan tribe is naturally the top priority this time.
Early morning, grassland pasture.
“Whoosh!”
The sound of a feathered arrow breaking through the air pierced the gray sky. A flying eagle fell to the ground before it could even cry out. When I got closer, I saw that an arrow had pierced the eagle's throat. The accuracy of the archery was truly incredible.
"Good archery!" A burst of cheers suddenly came from not far away. Zhebie turned his head and looked back, only to see Zhou Yi standing beside him and looking at him with a smile. Seeing this, Zhebie couldn't help but frown. As the most famous archery god on the grassland, his perception is naturally outstanding, but today he didn't notice Zhou Yi's steps
"Is there something wrong?" Zhebie asked.
"It's nothing. I just wanted to come and thank Brother Zhebie for saving my life. However, after seeing Brother Zhebie's archery skills today, I can't help but feel quite touched!" Zhou Yi slowly walked to Zhebie and said with a smile.
"Compared to the archery of the peoples outside the Great Wall, the archery of the Central Plains may be slightly better in terms of the skill and the use of force, but from the perspective of killing the enemy, the two are just on par. Of course, if they were to fight on the battlefield, the famous peoples outside the Great Wall would cooperate with their world-famous cavalry archery, and I am afraid that the countries in the Central Plains would be unable to resist."
"Then you'd better hope that the Khitans and Turks will never decide the winner." Zhebie put away his bow and arrow with an expressionless face.
Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Have you heard about the escort of the Saint? How is it? Are you interested in coming to help me?"
Upon hearing this, Zhebie turned around and stared at Zhou Yi for a while, then said coldly: "You want my help? Sure. A competition of archery? Just beat me!"
Zhou Yi was stunned. He had never expected that Zhebie would propose such a condition. But he immediately laughed and said, "In terms of archery, how can I possibly compare to the famous Archery God of the grassland?"
"I'm sorry!" Zhe turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait! I haven't finished yet!" Zhou Yi hurriedly called out to Zhebie, a cunning look flashed across his face, and he said with a smile: "How about this, you shoot me an arrow, and if I can dodge your arrow, you can leave with me, how about that?"
Zhebie's pupils immediately widened, and a look of surprise appeared on his face that had never melted. He asked, "Are you crazy?"
"Why? Don't you dare?"
Zhebie suddenly took out a strange thing with an exquisite structure that looked like a toy from his waist, took it out carefully with both hands, then held it with one hand and moved it to his side.
Immediately, there was a sound of a lever. The metal structure stretched and expanded, and like magic, it turned into a large bow. It shone with golden light.
Zhebie said in a deep voice, "Of the three folding bows made by the Archery Master, one is missing, and the other one was given to Li Shimin by the young commander Kou Zhongzongheng. It should be in the Great Zhou treasury now. As for the one in my hand, it is the third one from Ba Fenghan! The power of this thing should not be taken lightly."
"Ha! This is the first time I see you with such an icy face talking so much?" A hearty and unrestrained voice suddenly sounded from a distance. Zhou Yi and Zhebie looked back and saw a man with long flowing hair, a face as white as jade, and extremely unrestrained like a scholar from the south of the Yangtze River.
"Hehe!" The man moved, and it seemed as if he turned into a breeze blowing by. He was several feet away from him the previous moment, and the next moment he had hooked onto Zhebie's shoulder.
"I'm Fengying Heshar, the most useless one among the Thirteen Wings. Nice to meet you, brother Azhe! But you have to think carefully, because Zhebie's arrows will not show mercy!"
Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern! But if I'm not prepared, I won't joke with my life."
Although there was no fluctuation on Zhou Yi's face, he was extremely surprised in his heart. The man in front of him who was known for his Wind Eagle Light Kung Fu had indeed reached the level of doing whatever he wanted. Zhou Yi was definitely not his opponent. It turned out that there was no one as good as Zhou Yi among the Thirteen Wings.
"Okay!" Zhebie's eyes suddenly became stern, and he quickly rode his horse a hundred steps or so, then pulled the folding bow with a casual pull, and immediately Zhang Ruoman Yue felt a sense of oppression gradually rising from his body due to his internal energy, which made Zhou Yi look at him sideways. Zhebie actually had such good internal strength
"Be careful!" Fengying Heshar's voice suddenly sounded beside Zhou Yi's ears, saying, "Zhebie is not ranked among the Thirteen Wings just for his outstanding archery skills. He once joined the Blue Moon Sect and was taught the sect's unique skill - the Formless Breaking of Qi. This skill originated from the Western Desert and is known as the two great desert skills along with the Seven Reverse Frost Tribulations. It is specifically designed to counter the inner Qi, so don't even think of using your inner skills from the Central Plains to block Zhebie's arrows!"
After saying that, Heshal slowly walked to the side, with his usual lazy smile on his face, and watched the competition between Zhou Yi and Zhebie leisurely.
The formless destroys the vital energy
Zhou Yi looked at Zhebie in the distance, the corners of his mouth slowly rose, and his spiritual perception spread out infinitely, almost bringing the entire Qiyan tribe into his perception range.
This was exactly the reason why Zhou Yi dared to make this bet with Zhebie. After his meridians were damaged and his internal strength dropped drastically, he unexpectedly gained something in return while losing in one place. His spiritual perception actually made great progress.
"laugh!"
The arrow shot towards the sky, but it didn't hit Zhou Yi, but went to the left. Could it be that Zhebie missed the target
No! Absolutely not!
Zhou Yi immediately denied this possibility. The infinite energy contained in the arrow was locking onto him. How could such a powerful arrow miss
Sure enough, the powerful arrow suddenly turned around in mid-air, as if it had its own eyes, and the rotating arrow head reflected towards Zhou Yi from the rear.
The energy oozing from Zhou Yi's eyes was like lightning. His hands, which had been in a defensive state, suddenly shook up, forming the posture of Wudang soft fist. A thick and soft aura immediately rose from Zhou Yi's body.
Zhebie's powerful arrow was swept up by Zhou Yi's fist force, as if it was caught in an invisible vortex. The turbulent external force and the invisible internal qi that were free and wrapped around the powerful arrow were also swept away.
This is exactly the mysterious move Zhou Yi created after realizing the infinite mystery of the movement of true qi from the Heshi Bi that day, and combining it with the Wudang soft fist's martial arts foundation.
Zhou Yi first silently endured the fierce attack of Zhebie's divine arrow, constantly feeling the opponent's aura, constantly borrowing and absorbing it, until the moment the sharp arrow touched Zhou Yi, the momentum of the entire arrow was completely released, and he stretched out his hand and lightly grasped the arrow in his hand.
Looking at Zhebie's surprised and lost expression in the distance, Zhou Yi's mouth corners suddenly raised, drawing a confident arc!
"Brother Zhebie! Thanks for letting me!" (To be continued)