If he loses again in this round, even if he wins the last round, he also loses in this match.
Aim, release the arrow, and a touch of blue floats leisurely from the windmill.
Cheers sounded from the side, Qianliu took a steady breath, did not dare to relax, and continued to draw the bow for a second shot.
At this time, apart from the cloth strips on the windmill, he had no time to take care of other things, and no time to see what the man next to him was doing.
Xue Honglian did not act immediately, but stood there quietly, seemingly not anxious at all, making it difficult to guess whether he gave up after facing this difficulty, or had other plans.
He was not in a hurry, but Qian Yi was about to jump in a hurry.
There is a time limit for this competition. The sandalwood next to it has already burned for a while, and the blue cloth strips on Qianliu's side are still falling. If the man doesn't move, he will lose.
If it weren't for disturbing the people in the game at will, she really wanted to rush to grab the man's head and shake it vigorously, asking him what he was thinking. It was he himself who wanted to come to the door to challenge him. Now that he doesn't move, he wants to lose? Still want to lose
She can't help the man if he doesn't move.
Qianyi's eyes rolled around, and she could only help from other places.
Secretly glanced at the burning sandalwood, Qian Yi bit her lip lightly, and started moving there without a trace. Since there was no way to urge Xue Honglian to shoot the cloth, she would get some water for sandalwood to moisturize it. This way the sandalwood will burn more slowly.
In the end, he was stopped by Qian Xi within two steps, and looked at her mockingly, "Where are we going?"
"Where should I go? Why are you looking at me if you don't watch the game? You have a brain disease! Do you want to follow me when I go to the latrine?" Qian Yi lifted his chin and looked at Qian Xi's eyes extremely unhappy.
"I can't control you to go to the latrine, but if you want to do small actions..." Qianxi glanced around and chuckled, "Half of the villagers are watching here, you shouldn't do it. What a ridiculous thing. If the first beauty of the holy witch clan doesn't work well, it will be disappointing."
Nonsence! Qian Yi almost got her nose crooked. From today onwards, she will list Qian Xi as one of the most annoying people.
I used to be a sister from the same stockade. Whenever she came to provoke her, she always graciously revealed it.
now? Hehe, she has to care about every one or two pound! Think she's bullying
She wants her to live every day in the future.
With a heavy grunt, Qian Yi turned his head and began to concentrate on watching the game. She was stared at and couldn't help, she had to rely on Xue Honglian herself.
If he really lost, it wasn't his own face that was lost, but she didn't let him come to provoke him. Anyway, she is not responsible for the consequences.
Qianliu had already shot dozens of blue cloth strips over there, and the surrounding crowd gradually began to talk and buzz from the quietness of the beginning.
Most people looked at Xue Honglian, who had always stood quietly and motionless, wondering what he was doing.
The sandalwood next to him has already burned halfway, and he still doesn't move. Is it true that he intends to give up the game
You know that Qianliu has already obtained a lot of cloth strips. With this difficulty, in Banzhuxiang's time, it would take a lot of time to catch up with Qianliu, let alone to surpass.
In their opinion, time is not enough, which means that Xue Honglian is defeated.
In three games, if the two each win a round, the key to the victory or defeat depends on the last level.
However, it is almost impossible for outsiders to win the last level in their stockade, so many people in the stockade have already believed that Xue Honglian will lose, and the look in his eyes has no initial expectation.
It can be said that there is no suspense, and what is there to look forward to.
Just as the sighing sounded frequently, the unexpected Xue Honglian moved, raising her bow and arrow and starting to aim at the windmill. At this time, Qianliu's two picked up were already full.
However, even so, the man still did not see any tension on his face.
His bow arm was very steady, without a trace of tremor. He put the arrow on the bow and released the arrow without even aiming.
Everyone was taken aback by his action and immediately looked in the direction where the bow and arrow were shot.
A touch of red slowly falling from mid-air, it was unexpectedly accurate!
But the man's movements did not stop because of this, he took the bow and shot the arrow without any pause in the middle, and was done in one go.
The red strips fell one by one, and the arrows were all clear.
The crowd was in an uproar.
After Qianliu glanced here, he obviously missed the alignment of his arrow. The man's aura disrupted his rhythm, and his performance was not as expected.
The red bars on the man's side continued to float down, not a single miss, nor a missed arrow. With a relaxed attitude, it seems that this game is a very simple game in his eyes.
This makes the people who are waiting look so ridiculous.
The sandalwood sticking on the lakeside burned, and the last bit of ashes slipped gently under the breeze.
The test is over.
The results can be obtained only after counting the trees of the two kinds of cloth strips.
When the referee made the count, everyone seemed particularly quiet, holding their breath.
Countless people raised their hearts highly, and waited nervously for the sentence to be pronounced.
Qianliu stood opposite, his eyes fixed on the indifferent man without blinking, and his face was slightly pale.
He knew he had lost.
He lost regardless of whoever was more or less in the final calculation.
The man doesn't need to aim, but he still has the ability to do everything, he can't do it.
The first warrior of the holy witch tribe is no better than a foreigner. He not only lost his face, but also lost the face of the holy witch tribe.
"The result of the calculation has come out, now it's up to me to pronounce the verdict," the referee said in a loud voice, slowly speaking in the nervous anticipation of everyone, "Qianliu got twenty-four blue cloth strips, and Xue Honglian got 24 red cloth strips. Article, this round, a tie."
There was a momentary silence in the crowd, and then it exploded with a bang.
Qianliu, Qianxi and even Qianyi looked at Xue Honglian incredulously.
Twenty-four red cloths, the most important thing is that they are exactly the same number as Qianliu.
Obviously the man did it deliberately.
He chose to tie this round.
It is precisely because of this that it is even more shocking.
Because the twenty-four pieces of red cloth not only represent his ability to shoot without arrows, but also represent his terrifying eyesight and predictive power.
In the course of the game, he was able to do two things with one mind, counting the number of blue bars dropped by Qianliu, perfectly controlling the rhythm of the game, and finally reaching the goal of a tie.
And this is more than several times more difficult than directly winning Qianliu!
Qianyi's eyes turned to star eyes when he saw the man.
Look, this is the guardian she picked. Good-looking, strong in martial arts, excellent in all aspects.
She did not praise him wrongly in front of the elders.