If he loses this game again, even if he wins the last round, he will lose this competition.

Aim, fire the arrow, and a touch of blue floats down from the windmill.

There were cheers from the side, and Chiryu steadied his breathing, not daring to relax, and continued to draw his bow for a second shot.

At this time, he had no time to care about anything other than the strips of cloth on the windmill, let alone what the man next to him was doing.

Xue Honglian didn't act immediately, but stood there quietly, as if she was not in a hurry at all, and it was impossible to guess whether he gave up at the beginning in the face of this difficulty, or if he had other plans.

He was not in a hurry, but Qianyi was so anxious that he was about to jump to his feet.

There is a time limit for this competition, the sandalwood next to it has already burned a little, and the blue cloth strip on the side of Qianliu is still falling, and if the man doesn't move, he will lose.

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't disturb the people in the game, she really wanted to rush up and grab the man's head and shake it vigorously, and ask him what he was thinking. It's him who wants to come to the door to challenge, and now he wants to lose or lose if he doesn't act like this

The man didn't move, she couldn't help it.

Qianyi's eyes rolled, and she could only help from somewhere else.

Secretly squinting at the still burning sandalwood, Qianyi bit her lip lightly, and began to move there without a trace. Since there was no way to urge Xue Honglian to hurry up and shoot the strips of cloth, then she would get some water for Sandalwood to moisten it. In this way, the sandalwood burns a little more slowly.

As a result, she didn't take two steps, but she was stopped by Qianxi, and looked at her with her arms crossed in her hands, "Where are you going?"

"Where do I go, you don't want to watch the game, why are you looking at me, my brain is sick, I go to the toilet, do you want to follow" Qianyi raised her chin and looked at Qianxi's eyes extremely unhappy.

"I can't control you going to the latrine, but if you want to do something small," Qianxi glanced around and chuckled, "Half of the villagers are watching here, you must not do anything that makes people laugh." If the first beauty of the Holy Witch Clan has a bad brain, how disappointing it is. ”

Ahh From today onwards, she wants to list Chishiki as one of the most hated people.

used to be sisters in the same village, and whenever she came to provoke, she always generously exposed the past.

Now, hehe, she has to deal with her for a pound or two, thinking that she is easy to bully

She wants her to live every day in the future, chickens flying, dogs, jumping chickens, restless chickens, chickens and ducks

With a heavy snort, Qianyi turned her head and began to concentrate on watching the game. She was stared at and couldn't help, so she could only rely on Xue Honglian herself.

If he really lost, it wouldn't be his own face that he would lose, but it wasn't she who asked him to come to the door to provoke. She is not responsible for the consequences anyway.

Qianliu had already shot down more than a dozen strips of blue cloth, and the surrounding crowd gradually chattered and buzzed from the initial quietness.

Most people looked at Xue Honglian, who had always stood there quietly, and didn't understand what he was doing.

The sandalwood next to him was already half burning, and he still didn't move, did he really plan to give up this game

You must know that Chiryu has obtained a lot of cloth strips. Under this kind of difficulty, it takes a lot of time to catch up with thousands of streams in the time of half a sticky incense, let alone surpass.

In their opinion, time is not enough, which means that Xue Honglian is lost.

In the three competitions, if the two win one game each, the key to determining the outcome depends on the last level.

But it is almost impossible for outsiders to win the last hurdle in their village, so many villagers have already decided that Xue Honglian will definitely lose, and their eyes have lost their initial expectations.

It can be said that there is no suspense, and there is still a sense of expectation at all.

Just when the sigh was frequent, the unexpected Xue Honglian moved, raised her bow and arrows and began to aim at the windmill. At this time, Qianliu's side, the two that were picked up were already full of grabbing.

However, even so, there was still no nervousness on the man's face.

His bowed arm was very steady, without a hint of trembling. He put the arrow on his bow and released it without even aiming.

Everyone was taken aback by his action, and immediately looked in the direction where the bow and arrow were fired.

A touch of red slowly fell from the air, and it was extremely accurate

And the man's movements did not stop because of this, he took the bow and shot arrows, without a pause in the middle, in one go.

The red bars fell one by one, and the arrows did not miss out.

The crowd was in an uproar.

After Qianliu glanced this way, he obviously missed the arrow on the spot. The man's aura disrupted his rhythm, and his performance after that was not satisfactory.

The red bar on the man's side was still floating down, not a single miss, and not a single arrow was missed. With a relaxed attitude, it seems that this game is a very simple game in his eyes.

It makes the people who are waiting for it look so ridiculous.

The sandalwood sticks planted on the shore of the lake burned and the last bit of ash gently slid off in the breeze.

The competition is over.

The results can be obtained by counting the trees of the two strips.

When the referee counted, everyone seemed very quiet and held their breath.

Countless people's hearts jumped high, nervously waiting for the verdict to be announced.

Qianliu stood opposite, his eyes staring at the indifferent man without blinking, his face slightly pale.

He knew he was losing.

No matter who counts more or less in the end, he loses.

The man doesn't need to aim, but he still has the ability to make a false hair, he doesn't have it, he can't do it.

The first warrior of the Holy Witch Clan was no match for an outsider, and he not only lost his own face, but also the face of the Holy Witch Clan.

"The results of the calculation have come out, and now it's up to me to announce the verdict," the referee raised his voice and slowly spoke in everyone's nervous anticipation, "Qianliu got twenty-four blue cloth strips, Xue Honglian got twenty-four red cloth strips, this game, a tie." ”

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then exploded with a thud.

Qianliu Qianxi and even Qianyi looked at Xue Honglian in disbelief.

Twenty-four red cloths, the most important thing is that the number is exactly the same as the number of thousands of streams.

It was clear that the man did it on purpose.

He chose this game to play a draw.

It is precisely because of this that it is even more shocking.

Because the twenty-four red cloths represent not only his ability to shoot arrows, but also his terrifying eyesight and prediction.

In the process of the game, he was able to concentrate on two things, counting the number of blue bars dropped by Qianliu, and perfectly controlled the rhythm of the game, so as to finally achieve the goal of a draw.

And this is several times more difficult than directly winning thousands of streams

Qianyi's eyes turned into starry eyes when she looked at the man.

See, that's the Guardian she's chosen. Good-looking, strong in martial arts, and excellent in all aspects.

She had praised him in front of the elders.