Splendid peasant girl busy farming

6241 - Chapter [-]
At this moment, Erris was already thinking about the gods he believed in and began to pray, hoping that the gods could help him at this critical moment.

He can only do this, there is no way, facing a distance of 340 meters, he is completely unsure.

It is still possible to shoot the arrow 340 meters, but it is almost impossible to achieve an excellent level of accuracy.

So at this time, what he needs most is luck.

When luck comes, you can't stop it...

Not long after, cheers came from Erris' ears.

"Extraordinary!"

"Archer!"

The mountain shouting sound made him understand immediately that the competition was over.

Did you win?
With hope in his heart, he opened his eyes.

Then, he fell into a long period of despair.

Because the person who is enjoying the cheers of the crowd is not himself, but the Timur beside him, damn Timur!

Almost everyone is chasing after Timur, breaking the record of iron teeth and gold tents.

In the past many years of the Naadam Conference, there has never been such a terrifying archery record, and this time it can be regarded as recorded in the annals of history.

On the way back, Erisi was in a trance and hadn't really woken up yet.

The moment he saw Qing Getai, he knew he was in trouble.

"Trash, wasted so much of my money."

Qing Getai spat on the ground, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Erris' defeat disrupted all his plans.

In the three competitions, as long as one of them fails to win the first place, they will not be able to win the title of number one warrior in the end.

But now, in the first archery competition, Eriz, who he cultivated so hard, has lost, which means that the only one who can win the title of number one warrior is Timur, who won the number one archery.

Qing Getai took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Now that he is sure that he can't take the title of No. [-] Warrior into his own pocket, he can only settle for the second best, and then he can't let Timur win the next two firsts.

As long as Timur loses the last two items, even if he only loses one item, he will barely achieve his goal.

However, he now has no confidence in Errisi at all.

In the back line, he found Jin Yiwei who was pretending to be his guard.

This Jin Yiwei was not the man in black he had negotiated with yesterday, but a subordinate of the man in black.

"I agree to what you proposed. Send your brave men to defeat Timur." After meeting Qing Geertai, the first thing he said was to agree to another deal proposed by Jin Yiwei, but the premise The condition is that Timur must be defeated.

"As you wish, Iron Fang King, one of our strongest steppe braves, Lord Als has come in person, and he will defeat Timur with his own hands." Jin Yiwei said.

"Where is Lord Ars?" Qing Getai scanned around, but did not see Ars.

"Lord Als is in the crowd, he will play when the latest competition starts," Jin Yiwei said.

Qing Getai was relieved a lot now. Although he had never met Als, he had heard of Ars's name.

Jiri Khan has ten warriors under his command, Ars is one of them.

Ars is best at personal attacks. He is powerful enough to fight against tigers and leopards, and his body is extraordinarily strong. In addition, his skills are also very skilled.

Qing Geertai returned to the stands. At this time, after a short rest, the ring had been set up.

The second competition will be held below.

The second item is one of the prairie traditions, wrestling!
After the prairie people have been trained, there is actually not much difference in general wrestling skills.

Therefore, what really determines the outcome has a lot to do with physical fitness.

Physical fitness can be seen from the appearance. Those who are taller, stronger, and heavier often have an advantage.

Because the first brave man was selected for this wrestling, so there are not so many tricks. Those who beat three people in a row can enter the next round, and then continue to compete. After rounds of screening, it won’t take long. The strongest wrestler will be selected.

There are also many women in the grassland, who are very tough, but the wrestling competition has nothing to do with women. After all, this is a close-fitting sport. Even in a relatively open grassland, it is impossible for women to participate in such sports.

A total of five rings, five pre-arranged referees, all came to the field.

Next, those prairie men with their own strength and skills began to come to the stage spontaneously.

Of course, the physical fitness is clear at a glance, and those who are not strong enough will not go back to the stage at all.

Every time at the Naadam Conference, someone will almost fall to his death by mistake, so if he is not really confident enough, he will not go to the stage.

Qing Geertai was sitting in the stands, surrounded by high-level executives with iron teeth and gold tents, he glanced sideways.

Sitting on the side is Zall, a very unpleasant old guy.

Drow looked like a rich man, sitting on a chair, moving a little, the fat on his body trembled, and beside him, three beautiful maids were fanning him, feeding him water, and beating his legs.

"Ertai, you are still young, and it's not time to enjoy yourself. I'm an old guy, and it's time to enjoy life." Zhuoer laughed, with a calm expression on his face.

Qing Getai gritted his teeth, wanting to give Zhuoer a hard meal, but in the end he endured it.

This old guy has a high prestige in the tent of iron teeth and gold. Now he has a higher goal, and it is not the time to offend the old guy.

"What Uncle said is that when we young people are not enjoying ourselves, we should take on greater responsibilities." Qing Geertai nodded.

"It's not difficult to want more power. The premise is that you have the ability to bear this power. Young people, work harder. I believe that under your control, you can achieve greater glory."

Drow smiled and said, then closed his eyes, enjoying the service of the maid beside him.

Qing Getai turned his head to look at the ring, with a sneer on his face.

Let the old guy squeal for a while, and then let the old guy go back to his hometown to retire after he has completely controlled the situation.

He has long been tired of the old guy's selling the old.

At this point, the arena has been fighting for a while.

The onlookers gradually became excited. The struggle of the most primitive power is the easiest to arouse the most primitive enthusiasm.

"Snapped!"

Als lifted a prairie man high and fell heavily on the stage, making a loud noise.

The prairie man struggled a few times on the ring, but couldn't get up again.

This fall was too heavy, and the man in the prairie was seriously injured. Whether he can be cured in the future is still unknown.

The prairie men who were about to go on stage looked at each other in blank dismay, and for a while, they didn't dare to go on stage.

(End of this chapter)