Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 31 Victory and Principles

From the final result, both of them hit eighteen arrows in the bull's-eye, which was considered a tie.

"Foul!" Qing Lingque's crisp voice sounded, "He fouled! If he hadn't knocked down Brother Mei's arrow, Brother Mei would have hit the bull's-eye with three arrows, faster than him, and better than him!"

As soon as she took the lead, many people followed suit.

Feng Yiqi's face was stern, he pursed his lips tightly without saying a word, and looked in Lingjiu's direction intentionally or unintentionally.

In sight, the girl in purple was sitting quietly in the pavilion, and she looked at him as if by chance, with the same peaceful eyes as always, and a shallow smile that could make people feel peaceful and warm.

She still believed he could win.

Feng Yiqi's complexion warmed up slightly.

At this time, Jiang Wumei waved his hand to silence the booing crowd, without looking at Feng Yiqi, he said, "Next round."

He spoke, and the others had no objections, and the servants moved the prepared pigeon cages over.

"Hmph, you're lucky this time, but that's it!" Qing Lingque looked at Feng Yiqi disdainfully, turned around and left the venue again.

Feng Yi didn't change his face, he dismounted to get the arrow - he was not like Jiang Wumei, who had a servant who prepared arrows for him and delivered them to him.

The second time, one person with ten arrows shot the pigeons that fled in the sky for a moment. For the sake of fairness, the twenty pigeons were divided into two cages and placed next to Feng Yiqi and Jiang Wumei.

This time Jiang Wumei obviously didn't intend to give in. When the servant opened the pigeon cage and the white pigeons flew together, he shot three arrows at once as soon as he came up.

It's just that sometimes luck is really important, for example, the white pigeons on Jiang Wumei's side flew away and flew towards Feng Yiqi's side.The pigeon on Feng Yiqi's side seemed to be too dazed to know what was going on, and was still wandering leisurely in mid-air.

In the end, the result of the second round was that the fortune was in favor of Feng Yiqi, but he used his strength to recover a draw.

Such a result made the onlookers look at each other in dismay, and could only sigh...Luck!

"Next game." Jiang Wumei took the brocade handkerchief handed over by the slave and wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, frowning slightly, looking at the few people who were cleaning up the dead pigeons on the field.

Originally, he thought that he would lose Feng Yiqi in the first game, but who knew that the opponent played exceptionally well, and the second round was even more frustrating. He was obviously stronger than the opponent, but he was forced to use it because of something unfounded like luck. Going all out would be extremely frustrating for an individual, let alone a proud man like Jiang Wumei.

In the pavilion, Wen Zixuan stared at Lingjiu with staring eyes. The quiet and peaceful expression of his daughter in his eyes made him unable to ask, and because he was in a state of shock and uncertainty, he didn't know how to ask.

The third game is the most variable match, it may be the shortest and longest match, and it is also the most exciting match.

Feng Yiqi and Jiang Wumei each had three arrows in their quiver, and they attacked each other within the specified area, and whoever was hit first would lose.

Three arrows, very few, so few that for someone like Jiang Wumei who is good at shooting three arrows at once, it may only take one second to end the competition.

In fact it is.

Jiang Wumei didn't have a fast horse. After getting the arrows, he put on three bows, and then drew the bows to the full moon. His aura changed instantly. He squinted his eyes like a goshawk staring at his prey.

Feng Yiqi stared at Jiang Wumei expressionlessly, a desperate light flashed in his eyes, and then kicked his legs, and galloped towards Jiang Wumei on horseback.

He clearly knows that avoiding is useless, so let's meet on a narrow road and the brave wins!
Everyone's minds were raised by the tense atmosphere, and time seemed to slow down extremely at this moment.

Jiang Wumei looked at Feng Yiqi who was getting closer and closer, his eyes were always cold and calm, he was confident that Feng Yi was not his opponent.

A gust of breeze blew quietly, his eyes flashed like knives, and his hand holding the arrow slowly let go.

Boom——

"Ugh!"

At the moment when Jiang Wumei was about to release the arrow, the breeze brushed his cheeks, his hair, his...nose!A trace of physical itching made his chest heave, and he couldn't help coughing lightly, and the finger that released the arrow also felt a slight tremor.

Damn!

Jiang Wumei's eyes froze, and there was a light wrinkle on his brow.

Ahead, when Feng Yi saw Jiang Wumei shooting an arrow, he also let it go. The arrow followed each other with a fast hand speed. When the three arrows were shot, he lost the time to avoid Jiang Wumei's arrow. However, facing the three arrows that might kill him, Feng Yi pursed his lips tightly, showing no fear.

Everyone thought they would see Feng Yiqi die tragically or fall to the ground with serious injuries. In fact, he was hit by two arrows. One arrow grazed his cheek and took away a trace of flesh, and the other arrow sank into his shoulder. Watch him fall backwards.

Jiang Wumei was also dodging three arrows here, but his horse didn't cooperate well with him this time, he was dodging to the left, his horse gave a long cry and raised its front hooves to avoid the arrow, but let Jiang Wumei was unsteady for a moment, in order not to fall to the ground in embarrassment, he chose to jump off the horse in an instant.

Anyway, he concluded that Feng Yi had fallen before him, even if he didn't win, it would be a draw.

"Master Jiang, I won—!" Suddenly, the young man's panting voice was heard in his ears.

Jiang Wumei was startled, and suddenly turned to look at Feng Yiqi.

However, Feng Yi actually hugged the horse's belly with both hands, and was rushed by the horse in a state of embarrassment, but there was a carefree and unruly smile on his face, and his eyes were like torches.

"Master, when he fell off the horse, his foot was caught by the stirrup." A servant cleverly came to Jiang Wumei's side and explained to him what had happened.

Jiang Wumei's chest rose and fell slightly, Feng Yi, who was staring at him closely, still refused to let go of his steed, said coldly: "You won."

Hearing these words, Feng Yi really relaxed, let go of the horse's belly, and rolled off the horse avoiding the trampling of the horse's hooves.

"It doesn't count! It doesn't count!" Qing Lingque ran into the arena quickly, came to Jiang Wumei's side, and said anxiously: "Brother Mei, how can he be considered to have won! He is obviously not Brother Mei's." Opponent, just luckier..."

Jiang Wumei interrupted her, "I said he won."

It's just a small competition, he can afford to lose.What's more, he didn't lose to Feng Yiqi, he just lost to luck.

"But..." Qing Lingque still wanted to argue, but his expression was tense.

"My sword." Jiang Wumei had no intention of saying something to a little girl.

What Qing Lingque was really afraid of was that Jiang Wumei brought up his sword, and said falteringly: "The sword... brother Mei's sword is at the servant's place... Uh, where did the servant go? Brother Mei, wait a minute, Xiao Que will go find it right away, and deliver it to Brother Mei."

Fearing that Jiang Wumei would ask further questions, Qing Lingque hurried to the building, hoping to find Song Liujue and let him return the sword.

(End of this chapter)