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

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

His gaze swept over the four members of the elder group sitting on the other side, who were the white-haired Great Elders.

There are two old men who look like mud bodhisattvas on the side.

On the other side, there is also an old man with the same gray hair.

He sat there, with a majestic face, his eyes wandering around, and there was a very critical element in his eyes.

"That is Elder Xiao."

Yan Huai'an saw Yang Ruoqing's eyes glancing towards the elder group, and reminded her in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

At this moment, there was a loud horn sound ahead.

At the same time as the sound sounded, the noise of the onlookers in the venue was suppressed at once.

The room fell silent, and the Grand Elder stood up, raised his hand and gestured to the four sides, and then cleared his throat to make an opening statement.

Yang Ruoqing listened sideways.

At the beginning, as usual, it was a few bad street opening sentences, welcome this, welcome that or something, which fully reflected 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 of this grassland, it's time to raise your arms and fly."

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

The eighty-year-old Great Elder shouted with such a full of energy, as if he was wearing a megaphone.

"This year's Naadam conference is the time for you to show your strength, young warriors, let's start the game"

After the Great Elder finished speaking, the sound of a cannon salute rang out again.

Then, the first round of projects is about to begin.

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

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

"The first round was archery." He said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

In front of the eyes, on the wide field, the contestants appeared one after another.

"Nari Song"

"Nari Song"

"Xiao Mang"

"Xiao Mang"

Around the arena, enthusiastic young girls couldn't wait to shout his name to the warriors in the center of the field.

The voice is earth-shattering, and the enthusiasm is like fire.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes were seen directly in a group of people

Luo Fengtang.

The other thirty-nine contestants, all of whom were foils.

Tang Lingzi is the most handsome

Soon, the archery competition began.

The field was really open, and the contestants stood in a row, with each person at a distance in front of them.

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

The target is marked with a red heart.

And on the wooden shelves behind the contestants, bows and arrows of various models are lined up.

"Contestants are free to choose their own bows and arrows."

It is estimated that he was worried that Yang Ruoqing would not understand, so Yan Huaian patiently became a commentator.

He pointed to the bows and arrows lined up over there and said, "According to the previous habits, Xiao Mang and Na Risong will choose iron bows of about 100 catties, while others will choose bows of more than 50 to 80 catties. ”

Yang Ruoqing nodded, her eyes locked on the side of the arena.

The contestants have already begun to select bows and arrows according to the order of the competition.

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

Aside from the occasional spark, there's not much too exciting.

It was the turn of Narisong and Xiao Mang to play.

The arena began to get excited, and the fans of the two were also nervous.

Cheer them on.

Even the four-member group of elders couldn't help but talk in a low voice.

As Yan Huai'an predicted, the bows and arrows that the two of them each held in their hands were the kind of one hundred catties.

They walked onto the field and began to draw bows, aim, shoot arrows

Then, Yang Ruoqing heard cheers from all around.

On the field, the first wave of highs and tides finally ushered in.

"That day Song and Xiao Mang have the same results, nine out of ten, it's really exciting"

Beside him, Yan Huai'an also became excited.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but be stunned by this achievement.

Nine out of ten shots, it's really powerful.

It's just that in the future, it will be more difficult for Tang Yanzi to defeat Narisong.

It must be ten shots and ten hits.

Tang Yanzi, why hasn't it been his turn to play yet

Yang Ruoqing poked her neck to find the familiar figure.

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

Yang Ruoqing has already seen it.

Luo Fengtang was choosing a bow and arrow.

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

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p; He picked up the one that Risong and Xiao Mang had used 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 the great iron bow that no one cared about, and held it in his hand.

He raised his hand and stroked the bow, nodding slightly, as if satisfied.

"Oh my God, Brother Luo, this is going to take that bow"

In his ears, Yan Huai'an's surprised voice came into Yang Ruoqing's ears.

She turned her head and saw the old man, who had always been calm and calm, with an unbelievable look of surprise on her face.

"Uncle Yan, what's wrong with that iron bow?" she asked.

In terms of appearance, it is much larger than that of the pine of the day.

Yan Huai'an said: "That is a five-hundred-pound bow, and in our place, no warrior has had the courage to challenge that bow for hundreds of years. ”

"The warrior who can challenge that bow, everyone on the grassland respects him as Jebel, that is, the archer."

Yang Ruoqing probably understood.

I was not only excited by Luo Fengtang's courage, but also secretly pinched a cold sweat for the difficult challenges he was about to face.

Come on, dear

On the field over there, Luo Fengtang took the big bow that no one dared to challenge for a hundred years, and entered the venue with a calm and vigorous pace.

Around the venue, the noisy onlookers instantly fell silent.

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

Even the four elders paused their conversation, paying attention to the figure in the middle of the venue.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but stand up and hold her breath to look over there.

I saw Luo Fengtang standing still, he was holding an iron bow in one hand and carrying it behind him with the other.

As if he was catching something, he didn't rush to draw his bow and aim at the bullseye in front of him.

"Chirp"

A high-pitched hiss suddenly slashed overhead.

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

"It's a black eagle"

"Quick, protect the cattle, sheep and food"

There were panicked cries from the crowd.

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

The pair of murderous and bloodthirsty eyes in mid-air looked down on the crowd below, as if they were looking for a target to hunt.

At the head was a huge black eagle.

The wings stretched out to cover the sky and the sun.

Yang Ruoqing was also a little startled when she saw these black eagles that suddenly appeared.