Crazy Concubine Yufeng: Miss Nine with Black Belly

Chapter 86 If you knock me down, give a reward of 1000
Whoosh!
The bow was unsheathed, like a shell being ejected, and flew towards the sky at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Snapped!Snapped!
Two fierce rockets drew a beautiful line in the air and then fell suddenly, like a tiger descending a mountain, like a god cutting through the sky!
grief!
Two flying pigeons that had been released in the air for thousands of meters were shot down. The arrows all passed through the eyes, and the black cloth that the flying pigeons were blindfolded was stained with blood and fell outside the martial arts arena.

"Good! Good!"

The bow fell, and a group of martial arts practitioners standing a hundred meters away clapped their hands and applauded!

"Your Majesty is really a magic bow! In order to prevent the flying pigeon from screaming, I covered its eyes and mouth specially according to your instructions, and let it fly while standing 500 meters away. When they shoot down, they are all piercing arrows! God! God!"

The men of direct descendants on the side gave thumbs up again and again, they are all followers of Prince Wuhen!

They are not apprentices, but they are also the first-class masters that Junyang Wuhen has collected from all over the mainland. All of them possess unique skills, and their housekeeping skills can surpass Xuanyuan Continent!
"God! What a trick!"

Junyang Wuhen took off the black silk rope, opened his pupils wide to face the sun, and let the dazzling light shine into his eyes!
What he wants is this kind of stimulation that comes after all hardships!

Only in this way can Prince Wuhen feel that he still has something to challenge!

"It's a good day today! Find a few skilled disciples to exercise!"

Junyang Wuhen likes to fight, and he exercises his muscles and bones in this way almost every day, but as long as anyone who has fought against him, almost no one gets off the ring with a full body.

Either a fracture, a tendon injury, a bleeding head, or an internal organ injury.

It's not that everyone is afraid to show real kung fu because of the prince's dignity, but that the prince's skills are really good!

The air wave from Longjiang's "Smile and Sigh" in the "Junyang Shengong" is enough to knock out 30 to [-] people around him tens of meters away, and everyone falls to the ground.

When the disciples of the direct line heard that the lord was going to exercise again today, they felt terrified and froze in place, no one dared to respond.

Those disciples are all apprentices of this group of disciples. The rule of the prince is that when all the disciples are wiped out, the master will come. These disciples have been beaten by the prince dozens of times, and some of them are still injured. Dare to make an effort.

"What? No one dares to pick it up? Let's do this! The last disciple will give you 1000 taels of silver, and whoever among you will give you 10 taels of silver. If you can knock me down, I will give you 1000 million taels in one go!"

Junyang Wuhen flicked the dust that lay on his body when the wind was blowing just now, and looked at his group of people with disdain!
I thought to myself, "Although you are all masters in various places, you really can't afford to accompany me! When can I find a few people who really have magical skills to follow me?"

Prince Wuhen kept saying that he was playing, entertaining, and exercising his muscles!
In fact, a war is brewing in his heart across the Xuanyuan Continent. He wants to recruit all the masters in the world, take down the other four countries in one fell swoop, unify the world, and enjoy the family relationship alone!
"Okay! I'll take it! My lord, today I will give up my life to play with you."

The person who spoke was a burly man with a height of nine feet, his chest was bare, and his two straight chest muscles bloomed wantonly like steamed buns just steamed in the imperial dining room!

Holding a pair of Xiangyang giant axes with a caliber of one foot, a steel handle as thick as an ordinary person's wrist, and a weight of [-] catties, dancing in this man's hands is as easy as holding a paper fan.

(End of this chapter)