Qingming's expression did not change, there was no imaginary chagrin and anger, which made Peng Meng a little lost, lost and a little excited at the same time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sure enough, he deserves to be my little junior brother." A wicked smile appeared on Penmont's lips.

"Where's your bow?" Qingming is full of fighting spirit, Chen Sanmad once said that Peng Meng's talent for archery is no worse than Qingming, and Qingming does not dare to use all his strength to shoot against Chen Sanmad in weekday training, so since he knew that Peng Meng existed, he has always regarded this unmasked senior brother as his best opponent and whetstone.

"My big brother." Qingming bowed slightly and made a gesture of please.

Peng Meng seemed to be satisfied with Qingming's posture, "I haven't touched a bow for a long time, but there is still an arrow." ”

Peng Meng smiled, "Those three arrows are too proud, so proud that people are too proud to control, so I have to use the most dangerous and effective method to feed the arrows with my body, although I have been killed several times, but it is not for nothing." He beckoned, and a faint blue arrow flew like the deepest blue snatched from the deep sea, glowing with addictive beauty.

"This sun-shooting arrow has been completely refined by me, and the people of the Shi family think that they can exchange these three arrows for increasing my lifespan, they are too naïve, and they also think of me too humblely, as an archer, how can they give up their own arrows." Penmont was laughing, laughing so happily.

"What I gave them was the entity of the arrow, and the spirit of the arrow is with me."

Qingming looked at the arrow and was also fascinated in his eyes, it was so beautiful, blue and bright, like the water of the deep sea, like the sky above his head.

That blue, mysterious and holy.

"Where's your bow?" Qingming finally came back to his senses.

"My bow is broken." Peng Meng sighed, "When I pulled off that bow that took countless materials to build more than ten years ago, I knew that there was no other bow in this world that could match me except the Sun-Shooting Bow. ”

Peng Meng looked at Qingming enviously, "It's a pity that I didn't take it that time, but I made you." ”

But soon Pemmont withdrew his gaze, "I was thinking about how I could build a bow worthy of me all these years. ”

He laughed, and once again laughed arrogantly: "Finally, I thought that if the arrow is invisible, the bow will naturally be invisible, so I began to kill." ”

Qingming was a little puzzled, why did he kill people?

"The blood of the most virtuous people is upright and mighty, and the blood of the most evil people is angry, and they die without dying." Peng Meng smiled cruelly: "I killed the best people, and used the ancient sacred method to sacrifice their blood to forge the bow, and I slaughtered the evil and evil people, and cursed the witchcraft to refine the blood as a string, and finally got this bow, I named it - Spring and Autumn!" ”

"Spring and autumn?" Qingming didn't understand why he chose such a name.

When he asked Peng Meng with his eyes, Peng Meng didn't explain, "It's never been pulled apart since it was cast, and you're the first." ”

Peng Meng's five fingers opened, slowly clenched, and as the fingers were grasped back one by one, a blood-red bow slowly condensed and emerged.

It was blood, a drop of red blood slowly emerged in the air, and then seemed to be attracted by something to gather, as wonderful as a lotus flower, with Zen words, slowly condensed into a bow body, at this moment the red blood revealed a refreshing fragrance, sacred and peaceful.

And when the strings began to condense, it was black blood, like blood after a long death, exuding evil, exuding arrogance and madness.

It was as if a dark cloud suddenly appeared above the sky, obscuring the light and the future, some just killing, some just hatred for this world.

"Spring and autumn." Qingming muttered to himself.

Penmont's face was filled with obsession and madness, "This is my bow!" ”

Qingming was not affected by this shocking scene in the slightest, "Come on, you have always been called a genius by Old Man Chen, let me see your true strength!" ”

The back bow began to heat up in Qingming's hand, and with each breath of Qingming, it became more and more red, and the Tong bow became a real Tong bow.

A mysterious phantom appeared behind Qingming, and when he saw that figure was Peng Meng, he was also extremely excited, and every person in charge of the back bow would be blessed by that person, and he, Peng Meng had also been in charge of the back bow, and he knew that figure very well.

"My life's wish is to be like you! And then defeat you! Penmont's face flushed with excitement.

As if sensing something, Qingming felt the phantom gaze behind him glance at Peng Meng's bow.

"Hahaha, did you see that too? Has my bow caught your attention too? "As the absolute top archer in the world, Peng Meng's eyesight is definitely the best, and the slightest wind and grass can't hide from his eyes.

When he saw the phantom behind Qingming, his eyes flashed, he felt that his bow had been valued, knowing that the existence was a peerless murderer who slayer gods and demons, it was really a matter of pride to make his shadow appear a trace of emotional fluctuations.