The horror of this kind of bird in the hearts of the people of the grassland is no different from the fear of the wolves, tigers and leopards of the people in their mountain villages.

The black eagle is large, wild-footed, and has great power in its claws.

Not to mention cattle and sheep, even lone lions and tigers on the grassland can be caught in the air by them and then fall to death.

There, the Great Elder ordered the archers to shoot the black eagle down.

One by one, they bent their bows and arrows and shot them into the sky.

This flat archery and shooting arrows into the sky will have to change the difficulty factor.

Either it was empty, and the arrows couldn't catch up with the galloping black eagle at all.

Either it was shot, but most of the arrow's power was removed.

The black eagle has rough skin and thick flesh, and the feathers are like steel helmets and iron plates.

They hovered high in the air, and the archers on the ground were helpless for a moment.

Narisong and Xiao Mang each shot one, and it only wounded the black eagle, which aroused the anger of the eagle group even more.

They hissed, and the black eagle at the head stabbed at the head of the group, with a long mouth like an iron hook trying to attack the crowd of onlookers.

The crowd was terrified.

At this moment, Luo Fengtang finally moved.

He stepped out on one leg and flexed slightly.

Hold a bow in your left hand and draw an arrow in your right.

"Whoosh!"

A feathered arrow burst out of the air.

It's like a meteor chasing the moon.

The arrow flew into the sky, penetrated the neck of the black eagle in the lead, and flew out again.

Then it shot straight into the chest of the black eagle in the back.

Two black eagles fell sharply from mid-air.

Slammed into the ground of the arena, smashing the ground into two holes.

The eagle group lost its leader, and immediately dispersed in a hurry, fleeing in embarrassment.

There was a brief silence around the arena.

The samurai who used it to record the score ran to the edge of the two pits, and when he saw the two black eagles on the ground, he gasped.

"Two birds with one stone, two birds with one stone!"

The excited voices of the samurai filled the arena.

The silent arena suddenly erupted into thunderous cries.

All the onlookers, including the contestants, were excited.

They frantically rushed to the edge of the arena and shouted at Luo Fengtang: "Jebe, Jebe, Jebe......"

The call came back to the four-man group of elders here.

Several elders were also shocked.

"An iron bow of five hundred pounds...... One arrow sets two black eagles...... This warrior's arm strength and archery skills are truly ......"

The Great Elder stood up, so excited that his words were a little vague.

The other two elders were no less shocked than the Great Elders.

Elder Xiao was also shocked.

He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Luo Fengtang in the middle of the field, and a cold glow flashed under his eyes.

Yang Ruoqing's side.

She didn't flush with excitement like Yan Huai'an.

Nor did they shout 'Jebel' as fiery as those below.

She stood there, her fingers clenched into fists finally slowly loosened.

In the palm of his hand, it was wet.

She looked at the figure in the middle of the room, and the corners of her lips curled into a proud smile.

His arrows didn't hit the bull's-eye though.

However, his excellent archery skills have impressed everyone.

This is even more exciting and shocking than ten shots and ten hits.

And someone in the middle of the venue doesn't seem to like this kind of attention.

He put down his bow and arrows and retreated behind the contestants.

As if sensing that she was looking at him, he looked up and looked over to her.

The gentle gaze met her gaze, as if to tell her and make her feel relieved.

Yang Ruoqing nodded at him, raised her hand, and gave a thumbs up.

The corners of his lips curled with pleasure.

Through the countless surging crowds, the two smiled heartily, and their eyes made a silent and tacit exchange in mid-air.

That Risong's jealous gaze has been locked on Luo Fengtang.

He quietly came to Luo Fengtang's side.

"Boy, even if you win in archery, don't get complacent too soon."

"Wrestling, you're no match for me!" That day pine road.

He has half the blood of the Mongols, and this body is stronger than the rest of the clan.

Similarly, he is also stronger than Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang glanced at Na Risong and smiled faintly: "Then wait and see."

After a short break, the second game began.

It's wrestling.

This time, after the judges announced the rules of the competition, the other contestants began to get ready to move.

It's their specialty.

Before he learned to walk, he was already learning wrestling.

There are more wrestlings than walking.

"Wait a minute."

A voice suddenly came, and a man walked out from behind the contestant.

It is Luo Fengtang who was called 'Jebe' by everyone.

"What's the matter?"

The judging warrior looked at Luo Fengtang's gaze, with more admiration and awe.

Luo Fengtang said: "Such a round of competition is too troublesome."

"Then Jebel-sama, do you have a better proposal?"

Luo Fengtang didn't answer, picked up a stick on the side, and drew a circle on the ground at his feet.

"I'm standing in this circle, aren't you going to compete with me that day?"

"If you can throw me out of this circle, you win." Luo Fengtang said.

"What?"

Nari Song strode over.

Seeing the circle at Luo Fengtang's feet, he was so relieved that his face was distorted.

This is an insult to him!

"So arrogant? Well, I'll do it for you! That day, Song waved his hand and responded to Luo Fengtang's proposal.

The judge ran to the elders' side and told him about it.

The elders put it together, and it promised.

Here, the game begins.

Luo Fengtang stood in a circle with his hands behind his back.

Tall figure, handsome face calmly unhurried.

He stood there, like a pine, tall and handsome, with a handsomeness that northern men did not have.

Leng Rui, who was trained in the barracks, made him more iron-blooded and strong.

The fusion of these two temperaments is simply poison, which makes the girls present crazy.

Many of them are female fans of Narisong and Xiao Mang, and half of them have defected to Luo Fengtang's side.

That day Song secretly died of anger.

But he's also smart.

He didn't rush up, but let the other wrestlers test the waters first.

He watched from the sidelines.

These are all men with strong blood, even if Luo Fengtang's archery skills impress them.

But they also refuse to admit defeat in their hearts.

One by one, they grinded their fists and tried to throw Luo Fengtang out of this small circle.

As a result, one by one came over with a menacing momentum, and then left dejectedly.

Xiao Mang was not convinced, and pushed everyone away: "I'll try!"

Xiao Mang also failed to shake Luo Fengtang in the slightest.

In the end, Xiao Mang also admitted defeat and retreated to the side, leaving Narisong alone.

"It's your turn." Luo Fengtang raised his chin towards Na Ri Song and said lightly.

The light and breezy tone made that day so relieved that he was about to go crazy.