As a lord, I was forced to farm

Chapter 687: Recruiting Talents (End)

The foggy black veil covered the ceiling like a lid, and the noise from afar seemed distorted and no longer belonged here.

The match between Jiang Ran and Zhang Wenfeng was evenly matched, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

To Jiang Nancheng and Weng Qing, who were at the center of danger, they were like antelopes tied to a bonfire and roasted, and the shouting crowd in the distance were like greedy wolves. When the antelopes lowered their heads, it was the time for the greedy wolves to revel.

And the vague night deepened the fear.

Jiang Nancheng took a deep breath, and the target above his head was not in any disorder.

He had been standing still for nearly two hours. If it were his previous weak cultivation, he would have collapsed long ago.

But after being warned by his sister, even though he spent most of his time studying demon spirits, he did not neglect his cultivation. Now that he had reached the peak of spiritual gathering, he was able to stand still for two hours.

"call out!!"

There was a sound of an arrow flying towards him. Jiang Nancheng glanced over and saw that the target above Weng Qing's head was hit by an arrow. The arrow was very powerful and he could not see clearly, but from the sound, the target made a cracking sound, probably cracking.

"How terrible..."

Jiang Nancheng muttered silently and retracted his gaze, only to see butterflies dancing in front of him. They were white and bright, like thousands of silver candles dancing in the dark night. Quietly, silently, clearly and gently, a breeze was sent, blowing away the uneasiness and heat, and dispelling the abyss before his eyes.

The butterfly flashed by, and Jiang Nancheng felt a little regretful that this beautiful scene was gone in a flash.

At this moment, he had long forgotten that his life was in danger, and before he could even get scared, an iron arrow appeared on the target above his head. If it weren't for the servants who came forward from time to time to replace the target on him, he would not have believed that his sister had already shot an arrow.

Just like performing a magic trick to comfort a crying child, sometimes an elegant butterfly appears in front of Jiang Nancheng, sometimes he is in the mysterious blue sea watching giant whales sinking and floating, and sometimes a phoenix flies with brilliant fireworks.

And just as her sister had promised, she did not hurt him at all.

Jiang Nancheng smiled.

Since his sister trusts him so much, he naturally won't let her down and won't do anything.

……

"How terrible, how terrible, how terrible..."

The young man opened his eyes in horror. A bolt of lightning struck him from the front. Before he could react, his left chest suddenly vibrated. He felt that all his internal organs were shaken.

"I, was I shot..." Weng Qing was pulled over unexpectedly. For the past two hours, he was extremely confused from the very beginning.

He didn't understand why he had to stand there, like a fool with several targets on his head.

Weng Qing didn't dare to look down, for fear that the target would move and something unexpected would happen.

'My legs are so sore, I'm so tired, my neck is so stiff...'

As soon as he thought that he was injured, fear began to spread. In an instant, Weng Qing's heart tightened from the outside, and blood in his body roared, as if it had gushed out like a spring from a wound.

"Mother is a well-known archer. She will definitely not miss the target. So, I should not be injured..."

"Huh! Huh!"

"call out!"

The sound of the flying arrow became a death warrant.

"But what if the next arrow hits me?" This thought suddenly flashed through Weng Qing's mind, and his pupils shrank.

A dazzling light flashed by, with the power to shatter rocks, as if the most ferocious monster was about to swallow him in one bite. The young man let out a panicked cry, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

Zhang Wenfeng was known as a master archer, so it was naturally not that simple for him. The arrow that was forced to leave the target suddenly turned and deviated from the straight trajectory, and shot accurately towards Weng Qing's head.

A series of changes happened in just a moment.

"Don't come over here!!!!" The young man had tears in his eyes and held his head with his hands. Suddenly, an orange-yellow light shield appeared around him. The arrow hit the light shield and made a metallic electric sound. After a while, the light shield shattered and turned into sporadic light. When the light dissipated, everyone wiped their eyes and looked carefully, only to see that the arrow had hit the target accurately.

The crowd was in an uproar. "What a talent! As expected of Zhang Wenfeng, the arrow is so fast and can track the target automatically!"

"And it's extremely powerful. The light shield is the defense emitted by the magic weapon on the boy's wrist. If I'm not mistaken, it should be a top-grade earth-level magic weapon. But this arrow turned a corner and was able to directly penetrate the defense light shield. It's really amazing!"

"...Wait! Wait!" Someone with good eyesight suddenly discovered something, "Well, it seems that I didn't hit the bull's eye!"

"!!!"

"It really is!"

"Jiang Bole took the initiative. How was Jiang Bole's shot just now?"

"Spot on the bull's-eye!"

Everyone's eyes widened immediately, "Does that mean Jiang Bole won?"

Whoever loses in this game between Jiang Bole and Zhang Wenfeng will have a stain on their reputation.

Jiang Bole has become very famous in the past month. Some people say that she is invincible. Even though archery is not her strongest point, if she loses here, there will be countless people who will take advantage of her misfortune to slander her.

Not to mention Zhang Wenfeng. In the eyes of outsiders, this was an unfair match for Jiang Ran, and this long-famous archer lost, which was really embarrassing.

When the dust settled, Jiang Ran handed the bow to the servant beside him, and took the warm, wet handkerchief that Lian Xiang held in both hands to wipe her hands.

He glanced at Zhang Wenfeng, who was staring blankly at a distance with his arms drooping. He did not say anything hurtful at this time, but just said, "Your son is frightened. You'd better go and see him first."

After saying that, he went to find Jiang Nancheng first.

Although Zhang Wenfeng was very upset, she still loved her son. She went forward to comfort him without taking time to calm down.

"Yes, I'm sorry, mother. I moved and caused you to lose the game." Weng Qing also came back to his senses from his fear at this time, and guilt buried him.

The blame in Zhang Wenfeng's heart disappeared silently. Looking at Weng Qing who was still frightened and regretful, she suddenly realized that she was too demanding on a teenager. Zhang Wenfeng touched Weng Qing's head with some guilt, "Silly child, it's because I'm too competitive that I scared you."

The mother and son comforted each other for a while before Zhang Wenfeng turned around. Her brown-gold eyes were no longer as sharp as before. She looked at Jiang Ran with some complexity and bowed, "I lost. From now on, I will be at your disposal."

Jiang Ran nodded slightly, "Go back and pack your luggage."

This ending surprised everyone, but not so surprising.

Some people were not stupid and thought, "Jiang Bole and Zhang Wenfeng were evenly matched, so in the end it became a victory for those two young men?"

"It is said that the competition was proposed by Zhang Wenfeng, but the rules were indeed set by Jiang Bole. Jiang Bole is really scheming!"

"Humph, just a little cleverness, the win is not glorious."