Chapter 1003 Saint Witch Clan
The man Qianyi brought back had a fight with Qianliu, and the news quickly reached the elders.
"Elder, do you want to go and have a look? In case they don't know how to measure and cause trouble." Qian Yu was worried.
"Don't worry, I'll go again later," the elder snorted softly, "I started picking things up when I first came to the stockade. I'm too young and energetic. Let him suffer a little bit from Qianliu and frustrate his spirit. Wait until things are almost done." Go on."
Qian Yu looked out of the courtyard and sighed silently. Qian Liu is the most capable young generation in the village, and he has always cared about Qian Yi, and if Qian Yi's guardian stepped on the door, no matter how stable he was in the past, he might not be able to bear the anger.
Then the scene will definitely not look good.
Losing face and shame, she was worried that the guardian would take his anger out on Qianyi in the end, wouldn't Qianyi be the one who suffered.
"Elder..."
"Okay, why don't I know what you're worried about? If that's the case, it proves that Qianyi has a bad eye. Before the two of them are officially married, it's still too late to break up the relationship early. You are the only one who is worried about Qianyi. I raised her since she was a child." The old woman who brought her up doesn't feel sorry for her?"
The elder's words made Qian Yu feel relieved, "It's because Qian Yu was thinking too much, the elder has always treated us as if he was his own, so how could he not care about Qian Yi's future."
"Hmph, it sounds nice to speak now."
Qian Yu immediately stepped forward to please the elder and squeezed his shoulders and beat his back, which made the elder angry and funny.
On the other side, Xue Qinglian and Qian Liu were already standing in the small square in the center of the village, surrounded by men, women and children in the village, shouting and shouting.
The scene was extremely lively.
"It's a challenge, and the content of the challenge must follow the rules of our village, how dare you?" Qian Liu looked at the man opposite him with a strong fighting spirit.
"Cultural combat and martial arts are up to you." Xue Qinglian put her hands on her back, and the cloud was calm.
He alone dare not say this to Feng Qingbai, except for Feng Qingbai, he is not afraid of anyone in the world.
Will he be cowardly?
"Most of us in the village are rough people. Without the full knowledge of outsiders, we can avoid Wendou. According to the rules of the village, the competition is divided into three items, comparing courage, strength and speed."
When Qianyi heard this, she anxiously shouted beside her, "According to this ratio, it is clearly taking advantage! Xue Honglian is not from the village, how could he—"
"Qianyi, it was your guardian who initiated the challenge first, and my brother just accepted the challenge. Besides, it's only natural that we have to follow the rules of the village in the village. Do we have to accommodate him instead? "Qian Xi smiled coquettishly, his words were full of ridicule.
But Qianyi was speechless by these words, unable to find words to refute. Indeed, it was men who initiated the challenge.
He said that when he took her to get back the venue, she didn't expect him to use such a method.
Compared with the real situation later, he will definitely suffer. Kungfu is better than this time is useless.
Looking at the relaxed man on the court, Qian Yi was very anxious, with his temperament, he didn't know what he would do if he lost face. If he ran away in a rage, where would she find such a convincing guardian?
But it is even more impossible to persuade him to end at this time. Qianyi covered her face and groaned, if she had known that she would not have complained in front of him, there would not have been so many things.
Qian Xi's gaze was also firmly attached to Xue Qinglian. This was the best-looking and most temperamental man she had ever seen, but she didn't know if his ability would be as good as his appearance.
"Let's start now." Xue Qinglian said.
To be honest, he was quite curious about the method of the competition in the village.
Taking a deep look at him, Qian Liu clapped his hands towards the crowd beside him, and immediately someone came from behind with two bows and arrows and handed them to them respectively.
On the side of the small square, there is an archery target. Xue Qinglian raised her eyebrows, visually observing that the distance between where they were standing and the target was at least a hundred paces.
"Compare the strength first. Whoever hits the bull's-eye with a bow and arrow and the arrow is embedded deeper will win."
Xue Qinglian is funny, this is the strength of the competition, "I am a guest, it is not appropriate to take the lead, you go first."
Qian Liu snorted softly and did not refuse, "Then I will come first."
In the first round, he had to defeat the arrogance of the man on the other side, which would also affect the opponent's state in the next two rounds. He wants to make him regret coming to challenge!
He also wanted to prove to Qianyi who was better.
"Qianliu! Qianliu! Qianliu!" The surrounding crowd began to cheer and cheer.
Amid the sound of cheers, Qianliu stood at the marking line, raised his bow and arrow, and aimed at the bull's-eye.
Due to the exertion of the strong arms, the muscles were knotted and tensed, full of strength, which made many girls onlookers blush.
Seeing his posture, Xue Qinglian raised her eyebrows slightly, she was able to draw the bowstring flat and keep her arms motionless, indeed she had some real skills.
As Qianliu took aim, the cheering sound became even louder, and the sound waves went straight into the sky.
"call out--"
The arrow left the string and hit the bull's-eye, the arrow tail feathers trembled slightly, and the sharp arrow completely penetrated the bull's-eye from the shoulder to the root of the arrow tail feathers, and was exposed at the other end of the target.
"Good! You are worthy of being the number one warrior of our Holy Witch Clan!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, and Xue Qinglian's eyelids shrank severely when she heard the word "Holy Witch Clan".
Holy Witches.
Women with pure blood were selected to enter the palace as the furnace for the emperor to prolong his life.
He finally tasted the unusualness among them.
"It's your turn." The voice on the other side interrupted his thoughts, Xue Qinglian pursed her lips, and walked to the line with a bow and arrow.
His face was still indifferent, and only he knew that when he saw the sharp arrow that almost pierced through the bull's-eye, he wanted to go back in time and refused this competition.
The men in this village grew up eating Dali pills, right?
Then a thick plank target can also be shot through.
Xue Honglian, if you don't want to be ashamed, come out to me quickly, don't pretend you don't know.
I lose face because you lose face. When the news gets out later, the majestic Cangying Pavilion master lost to a farmer in the valley in the bow and arrow competition. There is no place to put your face.
Xue Qinglian smiled and set her bow and arrow, flustered without shaking her hands, she was so good at pretending that she was about to scold a certain red flower in her heart.
Time passed slowly, the man drew the bow handsomely and freely, but he did not release the arrow.
"What are you doing? Do you compare? How long have you been reluctant to let go of the arrow?"
"Aren't you afraid of losing? Are you scared after seeing Qianliu's record? You're shooting!"
"It's better to lose openly than to delay time. Hurry up and shoot the arrow, don't waste time, there are still two games to come!"
Xue Qinglian squinted at the taunting and clamoring people one by one, noting their faces.
When he glanced at the cat-eyed girl on the sidelines, he paused for a moment on her nervous and worried face, then retracted lightly.
——Xue Honglian, Grandpa is very thick-skinned. He has done many shameless things. It is not once or twice to lose face. If you don’t come out, don’t blame Grandpa for not reminding you later.
Pulling the bowstring in her hand to the extreme, aiming at the target, Xue Qinglian squinted her eyes, and let go of the bow-drawing fingers one by one.