After separating from Luo Fengtang at the back of the field, Yang Ruoqing returned to the stands.

Yan Huaian had already come over. He arranged two stools behind the elders, and Yang Ruoqing sat down next to him.

His eyes passed over the four elders sitting there, including the white-haired elder.

There are two old men on the side who look like clay Bodhisattvas.

Next to him, there was an old man with the same gray hair.

He sat there with a majestic look on his face, looking around with a very critical element in his eyes.

"That is Elder Xiao."

Yan Huaian saw Yang Ruoqing looking towards the elders and reminded her in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

At this time, a loud horn sound came from the front.

As soon as the sound rang out, the noisy voices of the onlookers in the venue were suppressed.

The venue fell silent. The great elder stood up, raised his hand and gestured around, then cleared his throat and started to speak.

Yang Ruoqing listened with her ears bent.

At the beginning, as usual, there were a few bad opening remarks, welcome this, welcome that, etc., which must fully reflect the warmth and hospitality of their prairie people.

Soon, the great elder got to the point.

"Today's contestants are all the fresh blood of our clan. You are the eagles on this grassland. It's time to rise up and fly."

"The mission of revitalizing the entire clan will fall into your hands. And it's time for us old guys to take a break."

The eighty-year-old elder shouted with great vigor, as if he was wearing a loudspeaker.

"This year's Naadam Conference is your time to show your strength. Young warriors, let the competition begin!"

After the great elder finished speaking, the salute sounded again over there.

Then, the first round of projects will begin.

"There are three traditional events in total, archery, wrestling and horse racing."

Yan Huaian consciously became Yang Ruoqing's on-site commentator.

"The first round is archery." He said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

In front of the line of sight, on the vast field, the contestants are taking the stage one after another.

"Nahison!"

"Nahison!"

"Xiao Mang!"

"Xiao Mang!"

Around the arena, enthusiastic young girls could not wait to shout out the name of the favorite warrior in the center of the arena.

The voice was loud and passionate.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes directly saw Luo Fengtang among the group of people.

The other thirty-nine contestants are all foils.

Tang Yazi is the most handsome!

Soon, the archery competition began.

The venue was really open, and the contestants stood in a row, with a certain distance in front of everyone.

Two wooden stakes were nailed, and a target made of animal skin hung on the wooden stakes.

The target is marked with red hearts.

On the wooden shelves behind the contestants, bows and arrows of various types were lined up.

"Contestants are free to choose their own bows and arrows."

Probably because he was worried that Yang Ruoqing wouldn't understand, Yan Huaian patiently started to explain.

He pointed at the rows of bows and arrows over there and said: "According to past habits, Xiao Mang and Na Risong will choose iron bows weighing about one hundred kilograms, while others will choose bows weighing fifty to eighty kilograms.

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Yang Ruoqing nodded and fixed her gaze on the playing field.

The contestants have already begun to choose bows and arrows according to the order of entry.

In the first few rounds, Yang Ruoqing didn't pay much attention. She just drew the bow and shot arrows, and then a dedicated person looked at the results and recorded them.

Except for the occasional small spark, there is basically nothing too exciting.

It was Risong and Xiao Mang's turn.

The arena began to get excited, and the fans of the two men also became nervous.

Cheer for them.

Even the group of four elders couldn't help but chat in low voices.

Just as Yan Huaian predicted, the bows and arrows each held in their hands weighed about a hundred kilograms.

They walked onto the playing field and began to draw their bows, aim, and shoot...

Then, Yang Ruoqing heard cheers coming from all around.

On the playing field, the first wave of climax was finally ushered in.

"Ri Song and Xiao Mang had the same results that day, hitting nine out of ten shots. It was really exciting!"

Beside him, Yan Huaian also became excited.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but be a little stunned by this result.

Nine out of ten shots hit the target, which is really impressive.

However, it will be even more difficult for Tang Yazi to defeat Narisong from now on.

You must hit ten out of ten shots.

Where's Tang Yazi? Why hasn't it been his turn yet?

Yang Ruoqing stretched her neck to look for that familiar figure.

"Miss Yang, look quickly, Brother Luo is over there, he is about to play." Yan Huaian pointed over there.

Yang Ruoqing has already seen it.

Luo Fengtang is choosing a bow and arrow.

I saw him walking straight past the bows and arrows of other contestants without even looking at them.

He picked up the one Risong and Xiao Mang had used that day and weighed it in his hands.

He shook his head and put it back.

Then, he went straight to the top of the wooden frame, took down the huge iron bow that no one cared about, and held it in his hand.

He raised his hand to touch the bow and nodded slightly, seeming very satisfied.

"Oh my god, is Brother Luo going to get that bow?"

In her ears, Yan Huaian's surprised voice reached Yang Ruoqing's ears.

She turned her head and saw the usually calm and calm old man with incredible shock on his face.

"Uncle Yan, what happened to that iron bow?" she asked.

Judging from the appearance, it is much larger than that of Narisong and others.

Yan Huaian said: "That bow weighs 500 kilograms. In our place, no warrior has had the courage to challenge that bow for hundreds of years."

"A warrior who can challenge that bow is respected as Zhebie on the grassland, which is also a sharp archer!"

Yang Ruoqing probably understood.

In my heart, I was excited by Luo Fengtang's courage, but also secretly broke into a cold sweat for the difficult challenge he was about to face.

Come on, my dear!

On the field over there, Luo Fengtang entered the field with a steady and vigorous pace, holding the big bow that no one had dared to challenge for a hundred years.

Around the venue, the noisy onlookers fell silent instantly.

All kinds of eyes were shot from around the venue to the young people in the middle of the venue.

Even the four-member group of elders paused their conversation and paid attention to the figure in the middle of the field.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but stand up, holding her breath and looking over there.

Luo Fengtang was seen standing still, holding an iron bow in one hand and holding the other behind his back.
To be continued...