Of course, the competition for shooting stars cannot be restored infinitely.

Although there is no specific requirement for each arrow, in general, each strong man only has one hour.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing Yan Wangshu, he obviously had not recovered completely, but he also stood up. Qin Cheng said with concern.

No matter what, the ability to achieve more than the three-decade monks is also a huge challenge for Yan Wangshu.

"No problem, it's just eight arrows, I can hold on."

Yan Wangshu shook his head slightly.

Next, the competition continues.

The star shooting competition is very simple, without particularly complicated rules, and the order is completely random.

As long as the person holding the bow is willing, even if he shoots all nine arrows in one breath, it will not violate the rules.

However, all the strong men generally maintain certain rules.

Only when the consumption of the spiritual explosion recovered was the second arrow.

Yan Wangshu's attack speed was still the slowest among the fourteen strong men.

But under the attention of all the monks, Yan Wangshu's star arrow still rose by a very good distance.

Although it is not as good as the first time, the difference is not big.

So after the second arrow, Gyeongju's leading advantage was smaller, but it was still ranked first.

This performance made some strong men, especially the palace lords led by Longzhou, look solemn.

A monk with two declines beat their three declines in this competition, and the loss of face is second.

The most important thing is ranking.

In this competition, there were only eight useful places.

If Gyeongju occupies one, one less person will be missing.

Maybe there will be three forces in the same alliance and teleported between the same world.

In that case, even if the relationship between the two sides is good, some conflicts will inevitably break out for their respective cultivation resources for the next two thousand years.

And no one wants to see this.

The Qingzhou side was cheering and many monks spared no effort to yell. They could not help the palace master do anything, and could only use this method to encourage Yan Wangshu.

With the cheers of the monks of Qingzhou, even the voices of the monks of Longzhou and Jiao clans were blocked a lot.

After all, Gyeongju has been silent for too long, and all the monks of Gyeongju want to witness history.

This also made the monks in both places look a little unhappy.

It is unacceptable for being dominated by a weak existence.

After a brief rest, the third arrow was immediately followed.

Qin Cheng noticed that Yan Wangshu's breathing was heavier than before. Obviously, it was also a burden to her body that continued to use the golden body.

But Yan Wangshu did not transfer her fatigue to her arms, and she once again pulled the bowstrings.

In the distance, Lord Guo and Lord Hong looked at each other quietly.

Swish!

This time, another steadily shot out.

However, this time, under the attention of everyone in Gyeongzhou, an accident occurred while the arrow flew.

A sneer!

Just below the arrow, another star arrow broke out from the diagonal prick, constantly approaching the Qingzhou arrow.

Many monks could not help but exclaim when they saw the two arrows getting closer.

At this moment, a ray of spiritual light flew out from another direction and crashed into the attacking star arrow.


Chapter completed!