Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1070 Sharp Arrow
Many practitioners were not convinced, and kept increasing their true energy to forcefully suppress them, trying to make those horses bend their knees, but even if the legs of some horses were slightly bent under the tremendous pressure, practitioners thought they had tamed them and relaxed their true energy every time. He was kicked worse every time, and one serious one was carried out on a stretcher before the game.

Under such circumstances, most practitioners had no choice but to choose the war horses of the Southern Camp.

"These horses have really special personalities..." Standing in the waiting shed, Chen Zichu couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"There is a problem with the way the horse is trained," Ying Baoyue said quietly, "Relying on force to suppress it will only be counterproductive."

But in such a short time, if you don't rely on strength to make the other party surrender, what can you do?
Seeing the couples of practitioners leaving with the horses from the Southern Daying Camp, Zhao Guang became anxious, "This won't work, and there will be no horses for the next few rounds!"

The reason why the horses from the northern camp were mobilized was because there were not enough horses in the southern camp, but because the rules allowed free selection of horses, practitioners who suffered from the northern war horses would give priority to choosing horses from the southern camp. Sooner or later all the horses will be exhausted.

"Mr. Chunhua, which game are you in?" Zhao Guang asked.

Ji Jiashu glanced at Ying Baoyue who was beside him with a calm expression, "Ten."

"Are you also ten?" Zhao Guang was taken aback, looking at Li Ji who was silent beside him, "I am eight, and the second brother is ten."

"I'm also ten." Ying Baoyue said quietly at this moment, and all the teenagers looked at her in astonishment.

Ying Baoyue Li Ji and Ji Jiashu, who were scattered in different arenas during the wrestling battle, gathered in one arena for the first time.

"It's not just the three of us," Ying Baoyue looked at Meng Shi who gestured to her from a distance, "Northern Wei's stepson is also ten."

Meng Shi and Mo Hua were also in the final scene, as well as Xu Bingqing who was surrounded by Beihan Pavilion disciples in the center.

Very good, really lively.

As for the last acquaintance, Ying Baoyue turned her head and looked at the pair of green pupils who were watching her quietly.

Helianyan looked at her and smiled at her.

Li Ji moved a step slightly to the side, blocking Helianyan's gaze on Ying Baoyue.

"He Lianyan is also in the tenth game," Li Ji said lightly.

The surrounding teenagers all looked strange. Although He Lianyan did not perform well in the wrestling battle, the group of Xirong people completely left a psychological shadow on everyone.

"This tenth race is really..." Zhao Guang couldn't help sighing at this hellishly wonderful lineup, but the next moment he saw the rapidly dwindling horse herd in the racecourse, he silently worried about himself.

"If we continue to choose like this, the horses in the southern camp will be gone in the eighth round, right?"

"No way," Li Ji said quietly, "Not everyone will pick a horse from the southern camp."

As if to confirm what he said, the cavalry and archery battle went to the fifth round. There were many Xirong people in this round, and they all walked towards the horses of the northern camp.

"Do those Xirong people want to die?" Someone in the crowd sneered, "Don't you know what these horses are used for?"

Many cultivators from the Six Nations showed expressions of disdain and righteous indignation.

Most of the horses in the northern battalion were used to resist the Xirong cavalry, and everyone did not expect that the Xirong people would have the courage to pick on their deadly enemies.

Sure enough, seeing the Xirong people approaching, many scarred old horses reacted more violently. Even if they were led by the soldiers, they struggled desperately, raising their hooves high, as if they wanted to kick the Xirong practitioners. Wear it right!
Seeing the murderous iron hooves, the practitioners from the Six Kingdoms who were watching the Xirong people's excitement around them all felt chilly, and at the same time, they laughed at the Xirong people more and more loudly.

Ying Baoyue felt strange, and looked slightly away at He Lianyan, who was not far away with a calm expression.

She felt something was wrong.

Although she has not dealt with He Lianyan for a short time, she knows that this person does not do useless things.

It is impossible for him not to know the hostility of the Great Qin war horses towards the Xirong people, why did he let Xirong choose the horses of the northern camp?Could it be that he is so confident in the riding skills of the Xirong people?

At this moment, Ying Baoyue suddenly noticed that Helianyan curled up his index finger and put it in his mouth.

This is?

Ying Baoyue's heart was full of alarm bells, but there was no sound except for people's voices and horses, and the next moment there was a change in the racecourse.

The originally arrogant Daqin war horse suddenly froze on the racetrack as if it had been splashed with a basin of ice water!

What is even more unexpected is that most of the frozen ones are horses from the northern camp, not the horses from the southern camp!

The Xirong people surrounded by the horses smiled triumphantly, and surrounded the group of scarred horses. Two Xirong people dealt with a horse, and saw that one slapped the horse's head and the other climbed on the horse's back. The breath of the army was suppressed, but the army horses snorted angrily, their muscles tensed and their hooves moved, trying desperately to overthrow those people, but the Xirong people were huge, and they pressed the horse's head tightly, with extremely strong momentum, and the surrounding sand was flying, Gradually mixed with blood.

"Stop! These people dare to hurt our horses!"

There were angry voices from the people of the six countries all around, but at this moment the sand dissipated, and everyone saw that many Xirong people were covered in blood, riding on horses in the northern camp, and their faces were full of excitement.

"This……"

Ying Baoyue heard the teeth clenching of the teenagers around her.

This is a great shame.

The untamed horses of the practitioners from the Six Kingdoms were ridden by the Xirong people.

At this moment, it wasn't just the horse that Xi Rong was riding under.

There is also the dignity of practitioners from the six countries.

"impossible!"

Many practitioners yelled angrily, but the Xirong people didn't care about it, they laughed and rode away on these horses, and the horses of the northern camp deserved to be the horses of the northern camp. Among them, the speed and durability are better.

"Fifth game is over!"

More than 20 Xirong practitioners crossed the finish line first, whistling in the racecourse with great excitement. For a while, people couldn't tell whether it was the racecourse of Dongwu or the grassland of Xirong.

In the next few games, this scene was repeated continuously. Only a few people from the Northern Wei and Hou Liao tamed the horses of the northern camp, but they were also defeated in riding and shooting, not because they were not fast enough. , that is, the arrow is not accurate enough.

"Damn it!" Many Soochow officials on the examiner's platform stood up angrily, "What kind of place do these Xirong people think this is? How dare they behave like this!"

"The important thing is not where this place is," Dongfang Yi quietly watched this scene, and looked at the depressed people around them who were hit hard.

No matter how Xi Rong uses the rules, if he loses, he loses.

Although Xirong sent all young people, they were all warriors who had experienced the battlefield.

Only one last game left.

Dongfang Yi looked at the last few dozen people beside the racecourse.

What matters is how to beat them.

Xirong's battle is to build momentum.

If they can't shoot through with one arrow, after today, the cavalry of the Six Nations will have no face at all.

(End of this chapter)