Qin Yujiao came out from a hidden corner, glanced at the unconscious Du Shi, her eyes and brows were full of contempt: As a step-grandmother, she couldn't even beat her own granddaughter, it was really useless, and those decades of extra life were for nothing.
Looking up at Murong Xue who was drifting away, a flash of meaning flashed in her eyes: just a few words turned defeat into victory, cut off the possibility of her step-grandmother entering the house, and forced her step-grandmother to support herself, really amazing, sister Huang Losing to her is not wronged!
With such a strong opponent, she had to fight with all her might.
The golden light shone on the quaint street, Murong Xue walked slowly with Ouyang Shaochen on her arm, and before she knew it, she reached Linjiang Tower.
The sun was high in the sky, and it was almost meal time, the two of them stopped wandering around and walked into Linjiang Tower leisurely.
The hall was bustling with people coming and going. There was a tall round table right in front of the hall. On the table was a pair of sapphire glazed cups. The emerald green jade cups were in the shape of lotus flowers. The petals were transparent in jade color, and seemed to have spiritual energy surging.
A middle-aged man about forty years old stood beside the high table, pointed to the glazed cup on it, and introduced enthusiastically: "Everyone, this is a sapphire glazed cup, which is hard to buy. My master has heard that there are many talented people in the capital. Take out this pair of glazed cups as a reward, if you want to see the talent of those who can see it, whoever stands twenty meters away and shoots down the iron ring, this pair of sapphire glazed cups will belong to him."
Murong Xue raised her head and saw a black lacquered iron ring hanging in the air. The iron ring was only as thick as a grown man's finger. It was not easy to shoot it from twenty meters away...
The noisy hall fell silent for an instant, and after a while, a young man stood up and said, "Let me try!"
"I'll try too..."
"I'll try too..."
Fearing that the sapphire glass cup would be snatched away, seven or eight young men scrambled to open their mouths, walked quickly to the high table, took bows and arrows, and shot the iron ring.
The iron ring is very small and thin. The young men were careful and careful, but they still missed the iron ring. One young man failed and left, and another young man came over full of hope...
There is no other reason, the sapphire glass is too delicate, too beautiful, too eye-catching, many people want to win it home.
Murong Xue was also standing in the hall, staring at the pair of glazed cups without blinking.
Looking at her sparkling eyes, Ouyang Shaochen flashed a smile: "Xue'er, do you also like this pair of glazed cups?"
"Yeah!" Murong Xue nodded: The glazed cup is very beautiful, if you win it, put it in the inner room, and light it at night, it must be very beautiful...
"Since you like it, I'll help you win it back." Ouyang Shaochen said softly.
"Really?" Murong Xue's eyes were full of joy, and then disappeared without a trace: "The iron ring is so thin, and you are standing so far away, can you hit it?"
The distance of 20 meters is not far or close, but the iron ring is really small, and she still needs to ponder for a while before she can figure out a feasible solution.
Ouyang Shaochen is very skilled in martial arts, but she doesn't seem to have seen him archery yet, so she doesn't know how his archery skills are...
"Don't worry!" Ouyang Shaochen shook Murong Xue's little hand lightly, signaling her to be at ease, walked slowly to a vermilion table, picked up the bow and arrow on it, strung the bow, and shot the arrow. No one else could see him clearly. With this movement, the long arrow in his hand has been shot out, unbiased, and shot straight at the iron ring hanging in mid-air.
Seeing that the tip of the arrow was about to hit the iron ring, a black feathered arrow flew out suddenly and hit Ouyang Shaochen's feathered arrow fiercely, knocking his arrow away...
"Sorry, my hand slipped..." A familiar male voice sounded slowly.
Murong Xue's bright face darkened for a moment, and she looked up little by little, only to see the Turkic prince standing not far away, holding a longbow in his hand, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a half-smile.
Tuobahao is a Turkic man, he is good at fighting, and he is best at riding, shooting and hunting. He is good at archery? Even the deceitful ghosts don't believe it, he clearly did it on purpose.
Ouyang Shaochen's expression was indifferent: "Prince Tuoba is still seriously injured, so it is natural to use the arrow to slip. The eldest prince does not need to blame himself..."
Qingyue's voice was soft and soft, but Prince Tuoba's face became stiff when he heard it: Ouyang Shaochen was mocking himself, he was once defeated by him, he was seriously injured, and he still hasn't healed yet
Tuobahao's face was gloomy, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with Ouyang Shaochen, and went straight to the point: "This pair of glazed cups is very beautiful, and this prince likes it very much."
"The guests in the Linjiang Tower almost all like this pair of glazed cups. I'm afraid it won't be easy for the eldest prince to get them." Ouyang Shaochen said in a low voice, without any emotion in his calm voice.
The Turkic prince felt that Ouyang Shaochen was mocking him, and he said coldly, "I have confidence in myself." It was just shooting an iron ring, such a simple archery, he could shoot well with his eyes closed.
"Then let's wait and see." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, and slowly picked up the feather arrow placed beside him.
The Turkic prince gave him a cold look, then picked up the feathered arrow, strung the bow, and pointed the arrow pointing directly at the iron ring hanging in mid-air.
Seeing that the long arrow was about to hit the center of the iron ring, Ouyang Shaochen curved his mouth into a cold smile, flipped his wrist slightly, and the long arrow flew out of the string automatically, hitting the long arrow of the Turkic prince hard, and knocked the arrow away. Bumped to the side, slammed, and fell to the ground...
"Sorry, my hand slipped." The words that the Turkic prince used to perfuse Ouyang Shaochen were used by Ouyang Shaochen to perfuse him.
The Turkic prince looked ashen, but did not speak, grabbed three feathered arrows, and shot towards the iron ring...
Ouyang Shaochen's expression was indifferent, he also picked up the feather arrow and shot the feather arrow. After a while, a pile of feather arrows piled up on the ground...
Everyone's eyelids twitched wildly from the fierce aura of the two, and they walked far away at the fastest speed, not daring to disturb, the two in the competition...
The Turkic prince's face was gloomy and terrifying. Ouyang Shaochen shot down all his feathered arrows. There were not many feathered arrows in front of him, and he couldn't even hit the iron ring if he wanted to. Not much left, he can't shoot the iron ring, and Ouyang Shaochen can't even think about it...
The Turkic prince made up his mind, the feathered arrow in his hand became more and more fierce, and shot at Ouyang Shaochen's feathered arrow mercilessly...
The corner of Ouyang Shaochen's mouth curled up into a weird smile, and he shot the feathered arrow again, only listening to 'Dang! With a sound, the Turkic Prince's feathered arrow hit Ouyang Shaochen's arrow, and shot his slightly deflected arrow straight, just passing through the iron ring...
In the huge hall, there was deathly silence. People looked at Ouyang Shaochen with wide eyes, as if they couldn't believe that the arrow just shot through the iron ring...