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Chapter 397: Princess Yongning's Professional Field [1 update]

The rule of the shooting game is that the two players with the lowest scores will be eliminated starting from the sixth shot.

So in terms of viewing experience, it is greatest from the sixth shot onwards.

At this time, the passion of the guests will be aroused to the highest level, which is why the court banquets in the North Land have always liked to hold shooting games.

In order to avoid being eliminated, each player must be steady in every shot and have extremely high psychological quality, otherwise major mistakes will occur.

While the guests were still wondering whether this extremely young girl from Shenzhou would feel extremely stressed and mentally collapsed because the other game participants were all experienced warriors, she actually fired six shots in a row!
At the same time, the numbers on the screen began to jump.

10、20、30、40、50……60！

Eventually, the number stayed at "60" and didn't move.

"..."

There was silence both on and off the field.

Six shots in a row, still six full rings.

Is this something a human would do?!
The other ten participants were also shocked and looked at the girl who had put down the gun in disbelief.

To her, firing six shots in a row was as calm as drinking a cup of tea and had no impact.

“I didn’t bring shame to Master Shao Yu.” Ye Wanlan twirled the gun in his hand and said slowly, “This way, Master Shao Yu won’t punish me when he returns.”

Xiang Shaoyu: "..."

He looked at Yan Tingfeng, who was equally calm and composed, his hands trembled, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Did you know this?"

Yan Tingfeng's fingers were still stroking the thermos cup, and he smiled softly: "I don't know."

Xiang Shaoyu: "You don't know?!"

"I said, I just trust Xiao Wan without reservation." Yan Tingfeng's voice was warm and cool, "So no matter what she does, I won't be surprised."

Ye Wanlan's six shots hit all six rings, causing Oliver's expression to change drastically.

He wanted to stop the game, but it was impossible.

Matvey stood up and said, "Master Shaoyu, what do you mean by this? The people you brought here don't follow the rules of the game?"

"The rules of the game are just shooting, there's no rule against continuous shooting." Xiang Shaoyu fanned himself, "We are used to firing six shots at once, so we don't need to raise our hands and then put them down again. Do you have any objections?"

Matvey gritted his teeth: "No."

The game was still going on, and Ye Wanlan became a spectator because he had already fired six shots.

The difference between the first five shots was not that big, all of them were 0.1 or 0.2 rings, until the sixth shot -

"Oh!"

One person's hands were shaking, and he only hit nine rings!

He turned pale and eventually left the field.

After one more person was eliminated, there were still nine people on the field.

Compared to the others who looked as if they were facing a great enemy, Ye Wanlan was calm and composed, still playing with the gun in his hand.

After the first eight people were defeated, Ye Wanlan raised his gun again.

"Oh!"

Another ten rings.

There were exclamations from the audience, followed by warm applause.

The guests were unaware of the Petrovich family’s conspiracy, they only knew that Ye Wanlan’s Seven Guns were extremely powerful and had won their recognition.

"Who is she anyway? Has she competed in previous championships and national games?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. If she participated, she would definitely be the gold medalist."

"He looks very young. Could he be a seed player trained by Shenzhou this year?"

Soon, after the eighth and ninth shots, only Ye Wanlan and another participant were left on the field.

This participant, who is also a well-known figure on the Global Center shooting list, scored a good score of 89.5 points in nine shots.

Although it is only 90 away from Ye Wanlan's rings with nine shots, let alone , even is a world of difference.

"Oh!"

On the tenth shot, he couldn't bear the huge psychological pressure and missed the target, only getting 8.8 rings.

Ye Wanlan fired the last shot calmly.

"Oh!"

Another ten rings!

Ten shots and a hundred rings!

This has never appeared in shooting games in recent years!

"Clap, clap, clap——" There was thunderous applause from the audience and the guests were cheering.

"Patriarch Oliver, I'm willing to accept the loss. You promised us before that if we win, you will allow us to take away 100 cultural relics." Xiang Shaoyu smiled slightly, "I wonder when you will fulfill your promise?"

Oliver's face turned livid, and his white beard kept trembling, and he was obviously extremely angry.

He never imagined that even though he had laid a tight net and let Xiang Shaoyu fall into the trap, he would still fail in the end.

The source of all the failure was actually because of the oriental girl brought by Xiang Shaoyu.

Oliver knew exactly how good the shooting skills of the participants he invited were, as all of them had competed in world-class sports events.

Moreover, the last person is still on the shooting leaderboard of the Global Center.

The Global Center has established hundreds of rankings based on various industries, fields, etc. The range of people on the list covers the whole world, and the rankings are of the highest value.

The reason why Oliver was so confident was because none of the two people Xiang Shaoyu brought were on the shooting list.

But who can tell him how this little girl can have such superb shooting skills? And why is she not on the shooting list of the Global Center? !

Cheating?

There is definitely no such possibility.

All the equipment on site was provided by them, so it was impossible for the Xiang family to tamper with it.

Oliver's heart was trembling, and he no longer had the arrogant look he had before.

He knew clearly how terrifying the spear skills of Ye Wanlan's level were.

As long as Ye Wanlan is willing and gives her a few minutes, she can hunt down everything she wants.

"After the palace banquet, the bets will naturally be placed." Oliver took a deep breath and said coldly, "But one hundred pieces are too many. How can Shao Yu transport them back to Shenzhou?"

"Don't worry about that. I accepted the bet because I was well prepared." Xiang Shaoyu said with a smile, "It's also thanks to Chief Oliver. Originally we only wanted ten pieces, but you insisted on giving us a hundred. I will tell Grandpa later and ask him to thank you."

Oliver was no fool, he reacted quickly and couldn't believe it: "You are cheating!"

"How can this be called cheating?" Xiang Shaoyu said calmly, "This is a deal we both reached, isn't it?"

Oliver's chest heaved with anger and he breathed heavily.

"Patriarch." Matvey quickly supported him, "The palace banquet has begun, let's go in first. It's still unknown whether they can walk out of the banquet hall alive."

Oliver calmed his breath and said, "Well said, if you have the life to take it, do you have the life to leave?"

After the shooting game ended, the atmosphere reached its climax and the banquet officially began.

Many guests had come forward and wanted to talk to Ye Wanlan, but they were all blocked by Xiang Shaoyu.

"Miss Ye, now you must be famous in the circle of the rich and powerful in Beilu." Xiang Shaoyu sighed, "With this pistol skill, there must be a lot of people who want to hire you."

"Hire me?" Ye Wanlan raised his eyebrows. "My price is something most people can't afford."

Yan Tingfeng nodded slightly: "Xiao Wan has become quite famous, and must have attracted the attention of some people. I'm afraid we won't be able to leave safely tonight."

"I have already contacted someone." Xiang Shaoyu's eyes darkened. "The Petrovich family is unkind, and I can't talk about 'righteousness' with them. I wonder where Taoist Xingyue is?"

Ye Wanlan seemed to be thinking: "Maybe I'll go find some psychics to practice with."

Xiang Shaoyu: "..."

Looking for a psychic to play with?

This hobby is quite novel.

The three of them entered, and the banquet hall was bustling with people, toasting and chatting.

The main function of a palace banquet is to make friends, not to have a meal.

"That's Mr. Sergei." Xiang Shaoyu whispered, "The King of Yan's black iron and gold silk armor is in his hands."

Ye Wanlan looked over.

He is an old man over eighty years old, with silver hair and beard, but full of energy.

"Hello, Mr. Sergei." Xiang Shaoyu stepped forward. "I am Xiang Shaoyu. I wonder if I can talk to you."

Old Mr. Sergei just glanced at Xiang Shaoyu and then said something.

Xiang Shaoyu's expression changed slightly.

Among the foreign languages ​​he chose to study, there was Hokkien. Although his level of English was not as good as Ye Wanlan's, there would definitely be no problem for daily communication.

But he didn't understand what Sergei said.

Oliver sneered.

Sergei is not only old in age, but also in knowledge, and he still stubbornly uses the ancient Hokuriku language.

Many ancient Hokuriku words have been abandoned since one or two hundred years ago.

The younger generation of Beilu people may not be able to understand what he said, let alone those who came from Shenzhou.

He wanted to see how Xiang Shaoyu would ask Sergei for the King of Yan's black iron and gold silk armor when they couldn't communicate with each other!
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