The fear of this kind of flying bird in the hearts of the grassland people is no different from the fear of the rich wolf, tiger and leopard in the people of their mountain villages.

The black eagle is big, wild-footed, and has powerful claws.

Not to mention cattle and sheep, even lone lions and tigers on the grassland can be caught in the air and thrown to death.

The great elder ordered the archers to shoot down the black eagle quickly.

That day, Risong and the others bent their bows and set arrows, and shot them into the sky.

The degree of difficulty will be rewritten between shooting an arrow flatly and shooting an arrow in the sky.

Or it would be an empty shot, and the arrow would not be able to catch up with the galloping black eagle.

Either it hit the target, but most of the arrow's power was removed.

The black eagle has rough skin and thick flesh, and its feathers are like steel helmet iron plates.

They were hovering high in the sky, and the archers on the ground were unable to do anything for a moment.

Risong and Xiao Mang each shot one of them that day, which only wounded the black eagle, which further aroused the anger of the eagles.

They neighed, and the leading black eagle lunged forward, its long, hook-like snout trying to attack the crowd of onlookers.

Everyone was panicked.

At this moment, Luo Fengtang finally moved.

He took one leg out and bent it slightly.

Hold the bow in your left hand and draw the arrow in your right hand.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow shot through the air.

Like a shooting star chasing the moon.

The arrow flew into the sky, penetrated the neck of the leading black eagle, and flew out again.

Then it shot straight into the chest of the black eagle behind.

Two black eagles fell sharply from mid-air.

It hit the ground of the arena hard, making two holes in the ground.

The group of eagles lost their leader and immediately dispersed, fleeing in confusion.

There was a brief silence around the arena.

The samurai who was used to record scores ran to the two pits and gasped when he saw the two black eagles on the ground.

"Kill two birds with one stone, kill two birds with one stone!"

The warrior's excited voice spread throughout the arena.

The silent arena suddenly erupted into thunderous shouts.

All the onlookers, including the contestants, were all excited.

They rushed to the side of the field and shouted to Luo Fengtang: "Farewell, farewell..."

The voice came back to the four-person elders group here.

Several elders also looked shocked.

"A five-hundred-pound iron bow...one arrow shot two black eagles...this warrior's arm strength and archery skills are really..."

The great elder stood up, so excited that his subsequent words were a little blurry.

The other two elders were no less shocked than the first elder.

Elder Xiao also looked shocked.

He narrowed his eyes and took a closer look at Luo Fengtang in the middle of the field, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.

Yang Ruoqing's side.

She didn't blush with excitement like Yan Huaian.

Nor did he shout "Farewell" as passionately as those people below.

She stood there, her clenched fist fingers finally slowly loosening.

There was something wet in the palm of my hand.

She looked at the figure in the middle of the field, with a proud smile on her lips.

Although his arrow did not hit the bullseye.

However, his outstanding archery skills have impressed everyone.

This is even more exciting and shocking than hitting ten shots out of ten.

But someone in the middle of the field didn't seem to like this kind of attention.

He put down his bow and arrow and retreated behind the contestants.

As if he felt her looking at him, he raised his head and looked towards her.

His gentle eyes met hers, as if telling her to feel relieved.

Yang Ruoqing nodded towards him, raised her hand and gave a thumbs up.

The corners of his lips curved into a pleasant arc.

Across countless surging crowds, the two of them smiled knowingly, and their eyes were engaged in a silent and tacit communication in mid-air.

Ri Song's jealous eyes were always fixed on Luo Fengtang.

He quietly came to Luo Fengtang's side.

"Boy, even if you are better at archery, don't be too proud."

"Wrestling, you are no match for me!" Narisong said.

He is half Mongolian, and his body looks stronger than Xiao Mang's.

Likewise, he is stronger than Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang glanced at Narisong and smiled faintly: "Then we'll see."

After a short rest, the second game started immediately.

It's wrestling.

This time, after the judges announced the rules of the competition, the other contestants began to get ready to take action.

This is their specialty.

Before I even learned to walk, I was already learning to wrestle.

There are more falls than there are walks.

"Wait a moment."

A voice suddenly came over, and immediately, a person walked out from behind the contestant.

It was Luo Fengtang who was called ‘Zhe Farewell’ by everyone just now.

"can I help you?"

The judging warrior looked at Luo Fengtang with more admiration and awe.

Luo Fengtang said: "Such rounds of competitions are too time-consuming."

"Then Master Zhebie, do you have a better suggestion?"

Luo Fengtang did not answer, but picked up a stick on the side and drew a circle on the ground near his feet.

"I'm standing in this circle. Aren't you going to compete with me that day, Risong?"

"If you can throw me out of this circle, you will win." Luo Fengtang said.

"What?"

Risong strode over that day.

Seeing the circle at Luo Fengtang's feet, Risong was so angry that his face was twisted.

This is an insult to him!

"So arrogant? Well, I'll help you!" Na Risong waved his hand and agreed to Luo Fengtang's suggestion.

The judge went to the elders to report the matter.

Several elders gathered together and agreed.

Here, the game begins.

Luo Fengtang stood in the circle with his hands behind his back.

Tall figure, handsome face, calm and calm.

He stood there like a pine tree, tall and handsome, with a beauty that no northern man could find.
To be continued...