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Pei Qingsi said a lot in one go, and Jiuqian listened to it groggily, and temporarily let go of the idea of beating people.

"Childe pulled our bow, that means you should be our master. Pei Qingsi finally made a summary and said with a positive color.

"Can you pull it away?" Pei Sanqian was skeptical, although he had seen it with his own eyes before, he didn't want to admit it, what if it was luck?

As he spoke, he took off the big bow that Pei Qingsi was carrying and handed it to Gu Qian.

But Hatoasa did not pick up.

The old man of the shopkeeper took advantage of the time when a few people were talking, and immediately moved a table from the back of the tea shed and put it in its original position.

"What do you mean?" Hatoasa was a little puzzled, in his opinion, the bow was a good bow, but there was nothing else peculiar.

Ping Yiluo looked at the bow and fell into deep thought. He had heard that there was a legend about the bow in this world, which seemed to be called the Legend of the Falling Phoenix God?

"Could it be that this bow is, the Legend of God?" asked Ping Yiluo tentatively.

When he was in the Immortal Forest, he was extremely interested in myths and legends, and the person who had pestered him to raise him asked him to tell all the strange legends he knew.

"Yes, this is the ancient bow, the legend of God. The ancient gods who are strong and the arrows are strong, the legend of the gods. ”

"It's the one that has been said to have been pulled away by no man for thousands of years?" Ping Yiluo was shocked, the legendary artifact that had been lingering in his mind for hundreds of years was in front of his eyes at this time, how could people not be surprised?

"Then how did this bow end up in your hand?" asked Hatoasa. He began to understand why Pei Qingsi of the Wonderland could shoot such a deadly arrow that day, the ancient bow legend, this bow is said to have shot down the phoenix that soared in the sky. Everyone in Mohai knows that there is no phoenix in this world.

"This bow was given to the Pei family by the ancestors of the Pei family when they were kind to the royal family, and I don't know which of the previous emperors gave it to the Pei family. Pei Qingsi replied truthfully.

Maybe he was afraid that Pei Sanqian would keep reaching out to hold the bow, but Gu Qian would not answer it for a long time and feel embarrassed. Ping Yiluo tried to reach out and take the bow, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was coldly looked at by Pei Sanqian.

"What are you doing?"

"I just wanted to see if I could pull away. Ping Yiluo sneered, a little embarrassed, but this is someone else's bow, and his own assertive behavior is indeed very inappropriate, and even a little rude.

"My sister told him to try. Maybe Hatoasa is not special to us. Seeing that Jiuqian was obviously unwilling to accept them, Pei Qingsi felt very sad and said to her sister.

"But, it's dangerous. It's not that you don't know that other people will be punished by thunder when they take the bow in their hands, let alone pull the bow and concentrate on the arrow. Pei Sanqian reminded.

Pei Qingsi didn't speak, in fact, she knew it. Pei Sanqian saw that his sister had made up his mind, so he didn't resist.

"Do you still want to try?" Pei Sanqian handed the bow to Ping Yiluo and said.

Ping Yiluo glanced at Pei Sanqian seriously, and then swallowed his saliva, but still felt a little dry in his throat.

"I want to try. Hei Yiluo had never been so obsessed with something as he was at this moment, as if the heavens had suddenly placed a treasure in front of his eyes and had given him a chance to confess his Lord.

For thousands of years, Ping Yiluo has won some treasures in his eyes every time, and the final result is that he can't keep it, either he is easily fooled away by a few words, or he is forcibly snatched, and even more in order to take away his treasures, kill him, and chase him all the way across thousands of mountains and seas. For hundreds of years, the years have consumed the enthusiasm in his heart, and only the idea of living forever remains.

Who doesn't want to hold a divine weapon in his hand, ride on a flying dragon, and have a peerless beauty in his arms? But how many people have done it? Even if someone has done it, it is because he is not alone.

And Ping Yiluo, although he has cultivated to the mortal realm that many monks dream of in their hearts, he is still a person. He once had a beloved girl who was killed after holding him in his arms for a few days. And I don't know who to look for for revenge, because the other party is just fighting, and the aftermath hurts the innocent. And his she, is the innocent.

At this time, he seemed to be hundreds of years younger. Just like a few young dolls in front of him, there is an incomparably bright future waiting for him to pursue and desire.

Pei Sanqian knew that this man was serious, and with the smile on his face that had been hanging on his cheeks, she knew that maybe for him, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Pei Sanqian gently put the bow on the table, stretched out his hand and gestured, please try. Why don't you just hand him the bow? Because Pei Sanqian didn't want him to be unable to catch the bow, she had to bend down to the ground and pick it up.

Pei Sanqian remembers very well that when the master was leaving, he proudly said to them: "In my life, there are tens of thousands of men who come to try this bow, and none of them can pull this bow, most of them can't hold it. ”

At that time, the master was a real eyebrow dance.

When Ping Yiluo reached out and touched the bow, the bow shook violently, and the bow body instantly arced. At the moment when the severe pain reached his brain, the fantasy in Ping Yiluo's heart was finally shattered, turned into powder, and slowly disappeared in his mind.

It's like the severe pain when the soul is injured, hehe, the thunder punishment is nothing more than that. Withdrawing his hand, Ping Yiluo smiled self-deprecatingly, enduring the pain in his brain that seemed to be about to explode. Sitting on the stool, he gave up, or rather, had failed.

Gu Qian looked at his miserable appearance of losing his soul, and wanted to comfort him, but it was just a bow, not a big deal. But when the words came to his mouth, he felt that it was better not to say it.

"Then why are you okay with it?" Hatoasa asked casually, picking up the bow casually.

"Because we are women. Pei Qingsi said, seeing him pick up the bow, she was a little happy in her heart.

"All women can draw this bow, but they can't shoot the arrows of thunder. Fortunately, the sharp pain in Ping Yiluo's brain power only lasted for a while, otherwise he would definitely not have the strength to speak again at this time.

"Hmm. Why don't you even know this?" Pei Sanqian was a little angry, as if he was just a hairy boy who didn't understand anything.

"Who said that the person who pulled it was your master? Has anyone pulled this bow before?" Hatoasa still felt very strange, I can open it, at most it means that this bow recognizes me as the master, but it doesn't mean that you and I have to take it.

"The prophet of Mohai told us about the ancestors of the Pei family. "Pei Qingsi is a little unhappy, is this suspicious of us?

"Just the prophet who predicted that the beast would be chaotic and the ink sea would be the night?"

"Yes, this is the prophet. Pei Sanqian replied with anger.

I stroked this big bow casually, and the exquisite ornaments on the bow made Gu Qian like it no matter how many times I looked at it. Rubbing the raised lines on the bow, he felt like caressing the feathers on the back of a big bird, smooth and soft to the touch, and it seemed that the lines would be destroyed if they were reversed.

I touched the extremely thin bowstring, and it was very easy to pull it into a full moon, but there was no bow and arrows, and it was only an empty bow.

"Childe can try to inject spiritual power into the bow, and it will automatically condense into an arrow. Pei Qingsi had a premonition that she was about to see the legendary thunderbolt that could shoot down the dragon and phoenix, and she couldn't help but be a little excited, and her words were full of temptation.

Not only her, but Pei Sanqian was also a little excited at this time, swallowed his saliva, and waited for this upcoming miracle.

Gu Qian listened to the suggestion and slowly injected spiritual power into the bow, without the slightest hindrance, and the spiritual power seemed to flow into another blessed body. There is no need to follow the trajectory of the meridians, and the bow is unobstructed.

Choosing a random direction, the dove closed one eye and aimed at a person hanging in the sky. Slowly pulled the bow, and as Gu Qian slowly injected spiritual power, the dark blue arc raised when Ping Yiluo stretched out his hand just now reappeared, but this time he did not punish Gu Qian, and Gu Qian did not feel any pain, and even, the arc followed Gu Qian's hand and surrounded Gu Qian's body, like a light blue coat for Gu Qian.