Chapter 752: Lessons from Tudor Prince

Chapter 752 Lessons Tuoba Prince
Qin Yujiao came out from the hidden corner, and glanced at Duma, who was unconscious. The eyebrows were full of disdain: As a step-grandmother, even his granddaughter couldn’t fight, it was useless, and lived for decades.
Looking up at Murong Xue, who is gradually drifting away, she flashed a touch of meaning at the bottom: a few short sentences were defeated, and she broke the possibility of her grandmother entering the government, and forced her to follow her grandmother’s self-sufficiency. It was really amazing. Lose to her, lose!
Such a strong opponent, she has to play a 12-point spirit to fight.
Jinguang little bit, according to the antique street, Murong Xue took the Ouyang Shaohao slowly, I do not know, went to the Linjiang Building.
The sun was hanging high in the sky, almost to the meal time, the two did not continue to stroll, slowly walked into the Linjiang Building.
The hall is bustling with people coming and going. There is a tall round table in front of the hall. There is a pair of sapphire glass enamel on the table. The green jade is lotus-like, and the petals are transparent and seemingly aura.
A middle-aged man in his forties is standing next to the high table and pointing at the glass enamel on the top. He is very excited to introduce: "You are the sapphire glazed enamel, and it is hard to buy. The master of my family has heard the talents of the capital for a long time. Take out the pair of glass enamel as a reward, and want to see the talents of the savvy person. Who stood 20 meters away and shot the iron ring, who is the pair of sapphire glazed glaze."
Murong Xue looked up and saw a black lacquered hoop hanging in the air. The iron ring only had thick fingers of an adult man. It was not easy to stand in the 20 meters and shoot it.
The sly hall was quiet for a moment, and a moment later, a young man stood up: "I will try it!"
"I also try..."
"I also try..."
I was afraid that the sapphire glaze was stolen, and the men in the hall rushed to the mouth and rushed to the high table, taking the bow and arrow and shooting the hoop.
The iron ring is very small and very thin. The young men are careful and careful, carefully and carefully, still not shooting the iron ring. A young man has failed to leave, and another young man walked with hope...
Murong Xue raised his eyebrows and looked at the pair of glass enamel in a blink of an eye. The dark eyes sparkled.
Ouyang Shaohao flashed a touch of laughter at the bottom: "Snow also likes this pair of glass?"

Yeah!
Murong Xue nodded: the glass enamel was very beautiful. If it was placed in the room after the night, it would definitely bloom out of the glory, brighter than the night pearl...
"Since you like it, then I will help you win back." Ouyang Shaohao looked at Murong Xue and said softly.

Really?
Murong Xue’s bottom was full of joy, and then disappeared without a trace:
The iron ring is so thin, you stand so far away, can you shoot it?

The distance of 20 meters is not far away, but the iron ring is really small. If she is allowed to shoot, she can't guarantee 100% success. Ouyang Shaohao, although she is strong, she never seems to have seen him archery. ......
"Reassured!" Ouyang Shaohao comfortably grasped the small hand of Murong Xue, and slowly walked over to a vermilion table, picked up the bow and arrow above, bowed the string, arched the arrow, and the movement was like a flowing stream. It’s too late to see.
When the people returned to God, the long arrow in his hand had already shot out and directed straight to the hoop hanging in the air.
Seeing the tip of the arrow is about to hit the iron ring, a black feather arrow suddenly flew out, slammed into the arrow of Ouyang Shaohao, and flew his arrow out...
Murong Xue was so sloppy, his eyes were like a sharp arrow, and he slammed into the direction of the sound. He saw that the big prince was standing not far away, holding a long bow in his hand, and laughing very well: "No. Nice, the hand is slipping..."
Murong Xue sneer: Tuo Hao is a Turkic man who can fight for good warfare, and is the best at hunting, riding and shooting. Does his archery slip? The deceit is not believed, he is clearly intentional.
‘Hey! ‘A feather arrow cut through the sky, with a strong murderousness, and made a big hole on Tuoba’s cheek, deeply nailed into the wall behind him, and the arrow that was exposed outside violently trembled...
Tuobahao looked pale and had a layer of sweat on his forehead. He looked up and pointed at the direction of the feather arrow. He saw Ouyang Shaohao hanging down the longbow, and slowly said: "Sorry, I also slipped. ......"
Ouyang Shaohao!
Takuya's face is dark and the ink is about to drip out. Ouyang Shaohao is burning, and the bottom is burning with raging anger. After half a sigh, it will return to normal. The cold road: "Ouyang Shizi wants glass?"
Ouyang Shaohao is not salty or faint, and the contemptuous attitude is that Tuobahao is a sullen, cold road: "The prince also likes glass enamel, we all rely on our skills."
"That is natural!" Ouyang Shaohao said faintly, slowly picking up the feather arrow placed next to it, hitting the bow and archery.
The Turkic prince also picked up the feather arrow and shot it at the hoop hanging in the air.
"When!" Ouyang Shaohao, Tuo Hao's feather arrows collided in front of the hoop, both fell to the ground...
The Turkic Grand Prince looked like a blue-green, but did not say much, grabbed three feather arrows, and shot the iron ring again...
Ouyang Shaohao looked faint, and also picked up the feather arrow and shot the iron ring...
‘Dangdang! 'Ouyang Shaohao, Tuo Hao's feather arrows collided frequently in the air, and they fell, but for a moment, a pile of feather arrows have been piled on the ground...
Ouyang Shaohao, Tuohaohao's face was slightly cold, and the sharpness of the archery, the people of the shocked body trembled, ran to the corner at the fastest speed, far from the two men...
The prince of the Turkic prince was gloomy and terrible. The feather arrows he shot were almost shot by Ouyang Shaohao. There were not many feather arrows on hand, and the feather arrow on Ouyang’s hand seemed to be a few more than his. If you shoot it again, Ouyang Shaohao will win the glass...
The glass enamel is very beautiful. He likes it very much. If he can't get it, he will never let Ouyang Shaohao get it.
The mouth of the Turkic prince bent a cold smile and once again bowed the string. At the moment when the feather arrow was shot, it suddenly changed direction. The black feather arrow shot the Ouyang Shaohao without mercy.
Despicable Tuobahao, dare to attack!
Murong Xue was gloomy and wanted to open the feather arrow. However, he saw the Ouyang Shaohao finger flicking, and the fierce wind flew out. He hit the feather arrow and turned the feather arrow into a circle. The shot was over.
Tuoba Hao glanced at it and quickly evaded it. The arrow still rubbed his arm across it, drawing a long big mouth, the red blood oozing out, dyeing the red shirt...
‘Hey! 'A beam of light flashed, Ouyang Shaohao shot the feather arrow in his hand. The arrowhead of the feather arrow passed through the iron ring, nailed to the wall behind it, and the tail of the arrow slid gently, gently trembled. As if to tell your own victory...
The big hall, quietly stopped...
(End of this chapter)