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Chapter 1073 Luo Fengtang Plays (Third)

After separating from Luo Fengtang at the back of the arena, Yang Ruoqing returned to the stands.

Yan Huai'an had already arrived, he arranged two stools behind the elders' group, and Yang Ruoqing sat down next to him.

His gaze passed over the four members of the group of elders sitting upright over there, and they were the first elder with white hair.

On the side are two old men who look like clay bodhisattvas.

Next to it was an old man with the same gray hair.

He sat there with a majestic expression on his face, looking around, his eyes were very critical.

"That person is Elder Xiao."

Seeing Yang Ruoqing looking towards the elders, Yan Huaian reminded her in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

At this time, the sound of a loud horn came from the front.

When the voice sounded, it immediately suppressed the noisy voices of the onlookers in the arena.

The venue fell silent, the Great Elder stood up, raised his hand to signal the surroundings, and then cleared his throat to say the opening remarks.

Yang Ruoqing listened sideways.

At the beginning, as usual, it was a few opening remarks on the bad street, welcome this, welcome that, which must fully reflect the hospitality of their grassland people.

Soon, the Great Elder got to the point.

"Today's contestants are all fresh blood of our clan. You are the eagles on this grassland. It's time to raise your arms and fly."

"The mission of revitalizing the whole clan will fall into your hands. And we old guys, it's time to rest."

The 80-year-old Great Elder was full of air when he yelled, as if he was wearing a megaphone.

"This year's Naadam Conference is the time for you to show your strength, young warriors, let the competition begin!"

After the Great Elder finished speaking, the salute sounded again.

Then, the first round of projects will start.

"There are three traditional sports in total, archery, wrestling and horse racing."

Yan Huai'an consciously became Yang Ruoqing's on-site commentator.

"The first round is archery," he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

In front of the line of sight, on the wide arena, the contestants appeared one after another.

"That Risong!"

"That Risong!"

"Xiao Mang!"

"Xiao Mang!"

Around the arena, the passionate young girls couldn't wait to shout his name to the warrior in the center of the arena.

The voice is loud and the enthusiasm is like fire.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes saw Luo Fengtang in a group of people.

The other 39 contestants are all foils.

Tang Yazi is the most handsome!
Soon, the archery competition began.

This field is really open, and the contestants stand in a row, with a certain distance in front of each person.

Two wooden stakes were nailed, and a target made of animal skin was hung on the wooden stakes.

The target is marked with a red heart.

On the wooden shelves behind the contestants, various types of bows and arrows were lined up.

"Competitors are free to choose their own bow and arrow."

Probably because she was worried that Yang Ruoqing would not understand, Yan Huaian patiently acted as a commentator.

He pointed to the bows and arrows lined up over there and said: "According to the past habits, Xiao Mang and Na Risong would both choose iron bows weighing about 80 jin, while others would choose bows weighing [-] to [-] jin. "

Yang Ruoqing nodded, her eyes fixed on the other side of the field.

The contestants have begun to choose their bows and arrows according to the order of their appearance.

In the first few rounds, Yang Ruoqing didn't pay much attention to it. It was nothing more than drawing a bow and shooting arrows, and then there were special people to watch and record the results.

Except for the occasional little spark, there is basically nothing too exciting.

It was Song and Xiao Mang's turn to play that day.

The arena became excited, and the fans of the two also became nervous.

Give them a shout out.

Even the group of four elders couldn't help talking in a low voice.

As Yan Huai'an predicted, the bows and arrows that the two of them held in their hands were both about a hundred catties.

They stepped onto the arena, drew their bows, took aim, and shot arrows...

Then, Yang Ruoqing heard cheers from all around.

On the field, finally ushered in the first wave of climax.

"That day Risong and Xiao Mang had the same results, nine out of ten shots, it's really wonderful!"

Beside him, Yan Huai'an also became excited.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help being a little surprised by this result.

Nine hits out of ten, really powerful.

However, next, it will be even more difficult for Tang Yazi to defeat Na Risong.

Must hit ten out of ten.

Where is Tang Yazi?Why hasn't it been his turn yet?
Yang Ruoqing poked her neck to find the familiar figure.

"Miss Yang, look quickly, Brother Luo is over there, he is about to play." Yan Huai'an pointed over there.

Yang Ruoqing had already seen it.

Luo Fengtang is choosing a bow and arrow.

I saw him walking straight past the bows and arrows of other contestants without even looking at them.

He picked up the one used by Nari Song and Xiao Mang, and weighed it in his hand.

Shaking his head, he put it back.

Then, he went straight to the top of the wooden frame, took down the huge iron bow that no one cares about, and held it in his hand.

He raised his hand to caress the bow, and nodded slightly, as if very satisfied.

"Oh my god, brother Luo is going to take that bow?"

In Yang Ruoqing's ears, Yan Huai'an's surprise sounded.

She turned her head and saw the calm and calm old man, with incredible astonishment on his face.

"Uncle Yan, what happened to that iron bow?" she asked.

Judging from the appearance, it is much bigger than that of Nari Song and the others.

Yan Huai'an said: "That bow is five hundred catties. In our place, there has been no warrior who has the courage to challenge that bow for hundreds of years."

"The warrior who can challenge that bow is respected in the grassland as Jebe, that is, the sharp archer!"

Yang Ruoqing probably understood.

I was excited by Luo Fengtang's courage, but also broke into a cold sweat for the difficult challenge he was about to face.

Come on my dear!

On the field over there, Luo Fengtang entered the field with steady and vigorous steps, holding the big bow that no one dared to challenge for a century.

Around the venue, the noisy onlookers fell silent in an instant.

All kinds of eyes shot from around the field to the young man in the middle of the field.

Even the group of four elders stopped talking and paid attention to the figure in the middle of the venue.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help standing up, holding her breath and looking over there.

I saw Luo Fengtang standing still, holding the iron bow in one hand and the other behind his back.

It seems to be catching something, and is not in a hurry to draw the bow to aim at the bull's-eye ahead.

"Chirp..."

A sharp and loud hissing sound suddenly passed overhead.

Everyone looked up and saw a group of black birds galloping from a distance under the blue sky and white clouds.

"It's the Black Eagle!"

"Quick, protect the cattle, sheep and food!"

There was a cry of panic in the crowd.

A group of black dots that were far away in the sky before, came close in the blink of an eye, hovering above the head.

The pair of murderous and bloodthirsty eyes in mid-air looked down at the crowd below, as if they were looking for prey.

The leader is a huge black eagle.

The wings spread out, almost covering the sky and the sun.

Yang Ruoqing was a little startled when she saw these black eagles appearing suddenly.

(End of this chapter)