There are seven people in the pear, and the warp and weft are much clearer in an instant, especially the person who was patted in the tenth couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, according to the practice of previous years, the unlucky one who had to face the challenge of many people urged him to do it.

Most of the rest of the people are familiar faces, especially Deng Ge, who has attracted much attention, second only to Mo Xiuyuan, who is a few Lichen Shangjing monks, although he has been looking at Mo Xiuyuan, but not only recalling the other party's fight with Chang Youfang, hesitated again and again, and finally chose the senior brother who was ranked second last year, although the fight between the two is much worse than Mo Xiuyuan and Chang Youfang, but it is also pleasing to the eye, and people can't help but applaud, and finally Deng Ge narrowly won a move, and when everyone thought he was going to go further, Deng Ge sat in the second position safely。

"Could it be that the top spot of this year's big competition was taken away by Mo Xiuyuan, a native of the Southern Tang Dynasty, Jing Chuan?" someone muttered.

"Maybe that Su Wen can really win, maybe it's our Northern Wei people. The other person said softly, but even he couldn't hear the sound clearly in the end, but even the sound of mosquitoes buzzing can startle a pool of waves, and the person before sneered: "If Su Wen can win against Mo Xiuyuan, Lao Tzu will run around the school upside down." ”

In the end, no one responded to him, even if Su Wen defeated Du Yichen and defeated the seven people of Lizhongxian, no one would believe that he could defeat Mo Xiuyuan, because it was Mo Xiuyuan!

The long incense standing on the high platform burned out inch by inch, and the original vacant positions were filled one after another, in addition to not expecting Su Wen to rank fifth, there was also Mu Qingyutong, who jumped to the third place, which made people stunned, it seems that this long-sleeved woman who is good at dancing has given people a sense of frivolity since she entered the school, and the left and right sources are mixed between the various Tianjiao, and gradually forget that the other party was also called the heavenly lady of Xishu, until she shot today, people were stunned to find that the other party was also a strong man in the upper realm.

In the end, the ten positions were all mastered, but people were also waiting, waiting for Su Wen, who was talking wildly, to ask if he really had the courage to give up his position at the moment to fight with Mo Xiuyuan.

"Qigui, do you think your young master has the courage to give it a go. Shen Bancheng chuckled, although his casino had already turned Su Wen's odds to the point of exaggeration as if the sun would rise from the east tomorrow, if Su Wen failed to win the top spot, even their Shen family would have to suffer a pain, and he was only afraid that he would have to flee back to Moyang City overnight to avoid debts, but he had never been in the habit of eating shrimp, and he was in danger of being rich, and what he wanted was to become a fat man in one bite.

"The young master will win. Qigui said confidently, completely ignoring the strange stares cast by the people around him, and nodded desperately, "Young Master will definitely win." ”

"By the way, what did you say to Miss Qiaoqiao that night? Shen Bancheng suddenly changed his tone and said, the little servant who was still extraordinary in martial arts immediately dissipated, his face was flushed like a little daughter-in-law who was being molested, and he said: "She has been looking at the moon that night, I have been watching her, and I haven't said anything." ”

I don't know how many quarters of an hour passed, Mo Xiuyuan didn't urge, just quietly looked at Su Wen who closed his eyes and recuperated from afar, and finally the latter opened his eyes suddenly, only to see a figure speeding in the distance, Su Wen immediately smiled with his eyebrows.

"Boy Su, I'm not late!" Feng Xiu shouted loudly and jumped from the sidelines

On the high platform, behind him is a longbow almost one person high, purple and gold is full of luxurious atmosphere, the full bowstring is not open if it is not an amazing arm strength just by looking at it, and in the pot of quiver inserted seven milky white long arrows, faintly revealing dragon energy.

"Only seven?" asked Su in a weird way.

Feng Xiu's cheeks twitched, and he couldn't wait to draw an arrow and shoot it, even the bones of that evil dragon were all tributes that Nantang regarded as treasures, if it weren't for Master Fang Jiu, the rest of them wouldn't even have the qualifications to see it, not to mention the spirit weapon that was forged by the latter's painstaking efforts, this is not something that one plus one equals two, any one left outside is enough to make countless sects crazy.

"You are still too little, just for these seven god-breaking arrows, Master Fang Jiu almost deducted the dragon balls on the dragon chair of the Southern Tang Emperor, you gave Lao Tzu a snack, shot it out, and hurriedly took it back. ”

I've never heard of the reason why the arrows shot out are recovered, but if you add the word spiritual weapon, then it's not archery, it's simply using money to smash people.

Although everyone didn't hear it completely, they also heard the name of Master Fang Jiu, the name of Fang Jiu was spread in Kyushu, even the Emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty needed to greet him with the gift of a national scholar, Ling Tiangong had exchanged Master Fang Jiu with a little cinnabar and the academy, but the result was naturally rejected, and although Fang Jiu is famous for refining kung fu all over the world, he is just very eccentric, if you don't look at you, even if the emperor's relatives can't get half a charcoal from him, but if you look at the right eye, it is not difficult to give you a magic weapon at will, of course, this delivery has some doorways, you need to send the refining materials to the door first, and the other party will consider whether to help you refine, just listen to the other party's meaning, Su Wen was not only an empty glove white wolf, but also forced Master Fang Jiu to almost deduct the dragon ball on the dragon chair of the Southern Tang Emperor, this face must be bigger than the sky!

"I heard that Du Yichen ordered people to save up for more than half a year before he could get it together and send it to Master Fang, so he had to beg people for several months, and finally the dean came forward to give him a piece, this Su asked that it was such a good life, and it was as if Master Fang Jiu begged him to use it. ”

"The way of the world has changed! Su Wen really has no background as you said? Do you think he will be the illegitimate son of Li Shoufu, these high-ranking officials are all good for this. ”

"It's good that I don't have any holidays with him, damn, I was told by you to really pay a good visit to this big guy in the future. ”

Seeing Su Wen take the bow and arrow, Mo Xiuyuan tacitly got up and walked forward, until the two walked side by side, Su Wen asked softly, "It's not a trick!"

"You're fine. "Mo Xiuyuan didn't care, if the other party was really unprepared to fight him, he didn't like it, so good.

Su Wen smiled at Li's response, and the two of them went down at the same time, Dao Wei turned around and looked at the mansion master, and shouted loudly: "Su Wen and Mo Xiuyuan are fighting for the top spot, and the loser will retreat from the top ten." ”

"How big do you want to gamble?" said the Grand Priest of the World with a chuckle.

Zhao Feifei looked at the two people who entered the venue with kind eyes, and said disapprerovingly: "They are all good boys, but they want gamblers to use them as gambling chips, it's really pitiful." ”

"It's quite pitiful, but this is their fate, it was doomed from the moment they were born, Ling Tiangong chose Mo Xiuyuan

, and Su Chengyun chose Su Wen, but it was your institution that lost. The Great Priest of the Crossing World smiled confidently, he never thought that Su Wen would be able to defeat Mo Xiuyuan, at least not yet.

"It's still too early to say the victory, maybe it will be you Ling Tiangong who steal chickens and rice. Zhao Feifei laughed, and did not lower his voice, Lang Lang's laughter wore far away.

Su Wen walked out a hundred feet away with a bow and a quiver, the arrow is not a sword, it is useless if he gets close, Mo Xiuyuan stood in place when he entered, the tattered linen clothes swayed in the wind, fortunately, Su Wen was similar, full of sword marks and ruler marks, like a beggar begging on the street.

Su Wen stood still, and slowly pulled out an arrow from the quiver, the arrow was more than half a foot long, the whole body was pure white, the arrow was sharp and slightly flattened, and the tail end had no feathers, like a short spear, although it was taken from the sternum of the evil dragon, but there was no connection between the bone joints, it was more like a fine iron texture, there was still a heat wave churning in the hand, as if holding a living thing, it was rumored that the bones of the evil dragon stored in the Imperial City of the Southern Tang Dynasty, although it had been dead for decades, the sound of the dragon's groan could still be heard.

Zhang bowed and took the arrow, Su Wen clenched the bowstring forged by the evil dragon dragon tendon, the thin arm suddenly opened the bow, and the whirlpool of qi visible to the naked eye lingered, as if with the opening of the bowstring, the whole space was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression, Su Wen used a bamboo pole to replace the arrow earlier, and finally the bamboo pole failed to withstand the force of the bowstring, but the feeling was completely different from this moment, as if the bow and the arrow were integrated, only the moment he let go, it would pierce the thing in front of him.

The people in the stands were all sighing at Master Fang's masterpiece, just opening the bow caused such a strange thing, if it was a long arrow, its power would not be better than the hundred-step flying sword of the withered sword mound, but what they didn't see was that Su Wen opened the bow at the moment a spiritual palace was already shriveled up like a dry well, the reason why the spiritual weapon is called a spiritual weapon is that it needs to penetrate the spiritual power to show its power, so in terms of Su Wen's cultivation at the moment, don't say seven arrows, four arrows is the limit.

Feeling the oppression of the arrow, Mo Xiuyuan slowly separated his feet, half-squatted on the ground in a horse-step posture, his hands in front, and the two balls of Hongmeng Qi slowly intertwined, like the push hand kung fu of the middle of the Tao, but it was vaguely different, not full of softness, but through the domineering of overcoming ganggang, he wanted to take the next arrow head-on, even the people in the stands would rather believe that Mo Xiuyuan would choose to dodge at the moment, rather than take the arrow like looking for death, not how strong Su Wen was, but that the bow really shouldn't be a spiritual weapon that Lichen Monk could compete with。

"Wow. ”

There was a shocking sound, as if a thunder thunder fell above the nine heavens, roaring in the world, the long arrow left the bow, only at the moment when the thunder came out, the space in front of Su Wen immediately rolled up countless white lines, spreading outward in a circle, the moment it touched the ground, it tore open the shocking ground, and rolled up a hollow passage wrapped in mud, until finally all the noise dissipated, and everyone failed to find the trace of the arrow from beginning to end, it was difficult for Su Wen to shoot the first arrow.

Mo Xiuyuan looked at the space above his head with stunned eyes, there were still traces of the distorted airflow, and sighed lightly, he couldn't stop that arrow no matter what.

Su Wen shook his head and smiled bitterly, his hands that were still trembling at the moment proved that he didn't mean to be merciful, it was really that he almost took off his bow with that arrow, looked up at the clouds that were torn apart half of the sky, and muttered: "Feng Jiaoxi, how do you want me to get this arrow back." ”

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