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Chapter 358 Competition (Part )

Jinguang and Qiye frowned together!
Yan Chixia looked away, smiled bitterly, and said, "Brother Zhang, is this too difficult?"

"Ever?"

Zhang Chuba seemed unaware and said: "I think it's okay..."

"You are deliberately making things difficult!"

Jin Guang couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't help shouting angrily!

Zhang Chuba frowned and changed his face instantly. However, before he could reply, Qiye said: "Qiye also thinks it's a bit too much. Sir, your intention is good, and we all understand it, but it's not just the archers who are going in this time." , there are other people assisting from the side, they can solve all the obstacles in the hidden spring, but these archers can focus on shooting without any distractions, so it is better to relax a little!"

Sima Sanniang echoed: "What the Holy Lord Qiye said makes sense, Brother Zhang, let's slow down the difficulty!"

Zhang Chuba hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly agreed: "Okay then!"

As his voice fell,
Outside the camp, the blood mist dissipated.

A new attempt begins again!
The first to take action were the eighteen that failed before.

Several demon generals who also belonged to the Demon Palace immediately chased after him, surrounded Yang Xiaoxian with nice words, and wanted to ask for a clear answer.
Seeing this, the remaining ones who were waiting were no longer in a hurry to go on stage. They pricked up their ears and wanted to get some answers!
But Yang Xiaoxian no matter how they asked, he just smiled stiffly and didn't say a word...

"What's going on? I obviously got shot?!"

Whoosh...

"I got it too!"

next moment,
Eighteen arrows hit the arrow simultaneously.

Only two Xuanxin elders and one Demon Palace Demon General were silent. They used the pupil technique again in unison, first looked at the sky, and then looked at Yan Yunqi opposite, with a flash of light in their eyes, thoughtful!
Facing the questioning gazes of the crowd, the three-eyed demon general Yang Xiaoxian said nothing. He just silently put away his magic bow and turned around to walk towards the camp...

"Brother Yang, tell me, what's going on?"

They stood outside the red line and looked at Yan Yunqi who was ten meters away. They all looked sad and angry, trying their best to use their own methods to turn their shame and anger into strength. They drew their bows and arrows, aimed at the arrows, and released the arrows with confidence!

"Yes, we all shot. Why did the arrow with only three eyes stop?"

The other seventeen arrows passed directly through the arrowhead and continued to fly backwards, disappearing in the blink of an eye!

Immediately afterwards, with a clang sound, an arrow stopped in front of the arrow five directions to the left, and then fell vertically!

Seeing this, Ben was at the back, but was frightened by the scene before the funeral. The fourteen or five people who were about to give up immediately regained their confidence and were eager to try!
The eighteen people who were paralyzed on the ground with fear quickly dispelled the gloom in their hearts under the unwilling influence, climbed up, picked up their bows and arrows, and tried to regain their strength!
Even Shura and Qinglong who had already entered the camp turned back again, ready to try again!
quickly,

Eighteen arrows shot through the air,
I saw only the afterimages flying by,
Head straight towards the arrow above Yan Yunqi's arrow!

……

"I'm careless, I'm careless..."

"Alas...skills are not as good as others..."

"Brother Yang, don't leave..."

Most of the losers, regardless of whether they were good or evil, were confused and didn't know what to criticize. Finally, they all looked at the only winner among them, Yang Xiaoxian, the three-eyed demon general from the Demon Palace.

Yan Yunqi reveals his true appearance!
Like a stone sculpture, holding an arrow quietly,
The iron-colored arrow sticks to the shoulder, like the tip of a small lotus, slightly protruding, flashing with a faint cold light. Although it is only as long as a finger, in the eyes of everyone, it is like a big dustpan, extremely clear!

……

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it..."

The two Xuanxin elders and the Demon Palace Demon General shook their heads, sighed, and walked toward the camp with a wry smile...

The remaining seven or eight defeated Xuanxin disciples followed them away with their heads downcast. Someone who was on good terms with the two elders asked tentatively as they walked:

"Elder Hongshan, you saw something. Just now...what was so fishy..."

"That's right, Elder Qingyu, tell us..."

At the same place, the group of human demons who walked uneasily outside the red line, when they heard the movement, stopped their movements and looked over with expectant faces...

The Hongshan elder had an elegant figure and an extraordinary temperament, but he had an air of immortality, which made people awe-inspiring. He looked back at Yan Yunqi, turned back to the camp, looked at Zhang Chuba again, and said fearfully: "Don't say it, you can't say it..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was disappointed!

Especially those who were preparing on the spot, their fighting spirit was weakened by three points before they started!
When Shura returned, he saw this and said to the Demon Palace faction: "You still need to be strong to make iron, don't think about opportunism!"

"Yes!"

The generals in the Demon Palace bowed their heads in shame and responded in a deep voice.

Immediately, he regrouped his energy and posture, took out his bow and crossbow, adjusted his breathing, operated his mysterious skills, and aimed at the target...

Qinglong, who returned together, did not speak, but glanced at each of the Xuanxin disciples who were showing signs of decline, and then silently stepped forward and took up his position. Raise the iron bow and nock a sharp arrow...

Those Xuan Xin disciples felt a chill in their hearts, and then they immediately raised their spirits, dispersed their distracting thoughts, and got ready!

A few moments,

Seventeen bows and arrows are arranged, ready to go!

Whoosh...

Another volley...

But the result was unsatisfactory, one of them missed!
"Ugh……"

Sighs continued one after another...

in the camp,
Jin Guang's face was ashen!

One person in the Demon Palace has succeeded, but he has gained nothing!
Doesn't this mean that he is inferior to the devil? !
How could he endure this!
He opened his mouth, but he had no face to get angry!
He has seen something fishy. If Zhang Chuba is not the one targeting him, then his subordinates are really incompetent!
"Anyone else?"

Zhang Chuba swept the entire audience lightly.

……

The audience was silent.

The one who tried it looked ashamed.

Those who have not been on the scene are timid and bow their heads, that is, there is no crack in the ground, otherwise they will definitely get in!
Although those people just had to take action under heavy pressure and coercion, they did have two brushes. They couldn't do it, and the remaining ones were even more hopeless!

"No one else?"

Zhang Chuba shook his head in disappointment and sighed: "Only one is not enough!"

Then he looked at Jin Guang, half-smiling but not smiling: "Sect Master Jin, do you want to give it a try?"

Jin Guang was filled with shame and anger. He could neither open nor close his mouth.
With his cultivation level, even if he is not good at bow shooting, he is still 80% sure!

As for the remaining 20%, it's not that he has no confidence in himself, but that he can't trust Zhang Chuba!

And, the most important thing is that the one who succeeded there was not Qiye, but a little demon general!

If he, the majestic leader of the Xuanxin Sect, fails at this time, he will naturally be a head lower than the others. Regardless of whether he wins or loses, he will be said to be inferior to the devil. If word spreads, he will lose face!
I was caught in a dilemma for a moment, and my eyes were on fire with anger!
"Master, let me try."

At the critical moment, Zhang Mingyang stood up and said with clasped fists.

"Go!"

The golden light pretended to be dull, but his eyes were as heavy as a mountain.

Zhang Mingyang suddenly felt more pressure. He nodded slightly to Zhang Chuba, but what he got in exchange was a cold look!

He sighed in his heart, looked away guiltily, took the bow and arrow handed over by Qinglong, and quickly walked out of the camp under the expectant gaze of all the Xuanxin disciples, stopping outside the red line.

Opposite, Yan Yunqi's dull eyes gathered some emotion, and after a faint glance, they returned to their original state!

Zhang Mingyang bowed his hands to them respectfully. Although these Yan Yunqi were not considered human beings, they were conscious. Over the years, he had always known that every time he went out, some of them would secretly protect them!
And the reason why he can always go smoothly in Xuanxin Zhengzong is probably because of their glory. Therefore, in his heart, Yanyun Thirty-Six Cavalry exists like an elder!

(End of this chapter)