Yang Yanrong smiled slightly and nodded. He really wanted to see the ancient archer who could pierce Yang with a hundred steps. Snipers in previous lives could only be seen in movies and novels, but in reality, how could ordinary people easily see them?
Living?
I saw Yu Xiaohu take off the long bow from his back, pull out three arrows from the quiver and put them on the dark fetal bow at the same time. This huge bow is not an ordinary thing, but the Zhentian Bow used by the famous general Xue Rengui of the former dynasty.
, the cloud-piercing arrow has the power of ten stones, and its entire body is made of black iron. No matter whether it is shooting people or objects, the arrow will not be damaged at all. It was taught by a stranger. Without the huge power, it would not be possible at all.
This bow cannot be used. Although Yang Yanrong did not know how powerful this bow was, he could tell at a glance that the bow was extraordinary. The style was simple, the lines of the bow were smooth, and the arrows were three times longer than ordinary arrows.
Yu Xiaohu bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and finished it in one go. He pointed at a tree pole without even describing it. With a "whoosh" sound, the three arrows left the string at the same time. Since they were launched at the same time, they could only hear the sound.
A sound broke through the air. It could be said that the bow was like the full moon and the arrow was like a shooting star.
With a soft "chi" sound, the three cloud-piercing arrows were arranged in a tight formation and shot deeply into the tree trunk, leaving only a wisp of white feathers outside the tree trunk.
Fast, it’s so fast! Yang Yanrong couldn’t help but feel moved, but he didn’t show it. Before the invention of the gun, this bow and arrow could indeed be regarded as a weapon for long-range strikes. Of course, compared with the bed slave, it was still a bit inferior.
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Yu Xiaohu glanced at Yang Yanrong with a smug look on his face. He said to himself, although you are better than the third brother, you are not as good as me. If you can also beat me in archery, I will truly admire you.
"Good arrows, good bow!" Yang Yanrong only had four words to comment. It's a joke. He has a gun in his hand, but does he really appreciate his archery skills? If he had a machine gun in his hand, I would beat you into a hornet's nest.
Yu Xiaohu's face darkened. These four-character comments only said that his bow and arrows were good, but he said nothing about his own archery skills. Obviously, his own archery skills were not noticed by him? He couldn't help but be shocked.
Could it be that your archery skills can be better than mine?
Even though Yu Xiaohu looks tall and thick, like a Maitreya Buddha, his brain is the tallest among the three brothers, otherwise he would not be able to be the leader. Yang Yanrong knows that people cannot be judged by their appearance.
The truth that sea water is immeasurable does not mean you should despise the enemy just because he is ugly. This is exactly what Mao Zedong taught you: strategically despise the enemy and tactically attach importance to the enemy.
Yang Yanrong pretended to smile profoundly, leaving the smart Yu Xiaohu confused. What did he mean? Maitreya Buddha, who was originally smiling, frowned deeply at this time. The black-faced second-in-command Shen Qingyue was
He was a straight man, and he knew that he had nothing but brute strength. Seeing that Yang Yanrong had dampened the spirit of the third child, and had no comment on the elder's archery skills, he said: "Brother, can you show us your brother?
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Hahaha! Yang Yanrong suddenly laughed loudly, laughing so hard that he could hardly stand up straight.
The expressions of the three masters of Heifeng Mountain all changed. They showed off their unique skills here. Little did they know that Mr. Yang thought they were playing monkey tricks and laughed without any scruples. It’s okay if you don’t like it, why are you laughing at us like this?
?Boss Da Xiaohu was about to speak out his theory, but Yang Yanrong suddenly stopped and gave them a cold look.
"Hmph! If you really want me to show my hand, that's fine! However, if I take action, I will definitely see blood. I wonder which brother is willing to come out and give it a try?" Yang Yanrong said coldly: "I'm not looking down on you, as long as I use my hand,
Then you can go see the King of Hell."
When Sang Yu heard his weird laughter for the first time, she knew that he was making a wrong idea again. She couldn't help but secretly laugh in her heart. These three leaders were destined to be in Yang Lang's hands.
The second eldest son, Shen Qingyue, was so angry that he screamed. The surface, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, was as if a layer of black oil had been sprinkled on it. His big copper bell-like eyes opened wide, and he shouted: "Young men, here you go."
I bring up the weapons!"
As soon as he finished speaking, eight people were seen walking out from behind, carrying a huge mace on their shoulders, shouting "Hey yo yo". Their expressions of exertion did not look like they were pretending, and their faces were full of sweat.
Yang Yanrong was sweating, and he was also surprised. Ke'er's little mouth opened wide, as if a piece of peach was stuffed inside, it wouldn't fall out.
Shen Qingyue jumped up, jumped off his horse, ran in front of the eight young men, stretched out his right hand, and already had the mace tightly in his hand.
Only then did Yang Yanrong take a closer look. The mace was nearly a foot long and covered in black. There was only one meter of space for the hand to hold. The rest of the area was covered with long fangs, especially the club.
The head is even more terrifying, like a huge pumpkin, but there is a spike about a foot long on the top, which can be used as a spear, a hammer, or a club. It is actually concentrated on one weapon.
The advantages of three weapons. At this time, not only Yang Yanrong's back was sweating, but Sang Yuchu's scalp was also numb. If this person is wearing heavy armor, then on the battlefield, he will definitely be an unbeatable warrior.
, there is no one in the world who can beat him. Although Sang Yuchu was confident that he could fight with him using his small skills, he could not guarantee that he could defeat him.
With Shen Qingyue's body shape, standing aside with a mace in hand, he looks like a fighting god. With a height of 2.8 meters, even Yang Yanrong is tall enough, but compared with this giant, he is only
to his chest.
Yu Xiaohu had seen that Yang Yanrong walked loosely, with shoulders that were not straight, and his spine was not straight, so he knew that this person did not have any martial arts. Now that the second brother was going out to meet Yang Yanrong for a while, he couldn't help but feel worried. Although this person did not have martial arts, he could not help but feel worried.
But he was extremely courageous. Maybe he really had some skills that could restrain his second brother? If he defeated his second brother because of this, it would be such an injustice. Therefore, he quickly stopped Shen Qingyue and said, "Second brother, you can't do that."
Reckless, just let a little guy try it."
Shen Qingyue usually listened to Yu Xiaohu's words the most, and when he heard the words, he stood still and stared at Yang Yanrong with a pair of bull's eyes, as if he wanted to swallow this kid in one gulp.
"Xiao Qi, come on!" Yu Xiaohu casually ordered one of his subordinates. The guy named Xiao Qi secretly complained that although he had some martial arts skills, he was not even a little bit worse than the three masters. Let him go to a duel.
Yang Yanrong was frightened for no reason, but the boss had spoken, and he had to listen. He gritted his teeth, pulled out the steel knife he was carrying, and rushed forward with the knife raised without telling him his name.
Yang Yanrong shook his head. He had no choice. Although the inventory was not much, in order to conquer these three people, he had no choice but to waste a bullet. He drew his gun, drew it accurately, picked the trigger, and made a move that he thought was very similar to that of the God of Gamblers.
I blew on the muzzle of the gun, which was still smoking, and then slowly put it into my arms. But I didn't even look at the little guy named Xiao Qi.
The bandits in Black Wind Mountain only heard a soft sound, and Xiao Qi, who was running, suddenly fell to the ground. His body was shaking, and he was obviously on the verge of death.
Yu Xiaohu was shocked. He ran to Xiao Qi's side, reached out and picked up the gong named Xiao Qi. When he looked carefully, he saw that there was a finger-sized hole between his eyebrows that could not be closed.
The scene was so frightening that cold sweat broke out all over his body. Shen Qingyue and Lu Jinzhong saw that their boss looked wrong, so they hurriedly stepped forward to take a look, and their faces turned pale with fear.
Is this still something human power can do? As soon as Yu Xiaohu let go of his hand, Xiao Qi's body fell off the horse with a "plop". Now, the three brothers no longer dare to look down on the young Master Yang.
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The three of them looked at each other, took a deep breath, walked to Yang Yanrong, knelt on their knees, and said sincerely: "Brother, we are convinced!"
A tall figure stood on a tree pole not far away. He chuckled lightly, pulled out the wine gourd, took a big sip of wine, and murmured: "Interesting, this kid is getting better and better. Second brother
, this is a gift from my brother. I hope it will be of some use to you!"
As he said that, he jumped up and disappeared into the mountains...