Looking back, the smile on Yun Zhao's face had disappeared. He had no good impression of Mengren at all. Over the years, he had seen too many Mengren burn, kill and looting on the border, and now he had more than a dozen Mengren's lives on his hands. To be honest, he was really not used to seeing so many Mengren coming and going in Lucheng City.

"What do you want to do?" Yun Zhao shouted, holding the handle of the knife at his waist. Lucheng is a border village, and people have always been holding swords and bows.

The leading man was about forty years old, with a bearded face staring at Yun Zhao, "Where is the bow on your back?"

Yun Zhao snorted, "It's mine, what's wrong?"

"You are lying!" The man shouted angrily: "This type of bow is unique to our Qiyan family. On the tail of the iron bow, the logo of our tribe and the name of the iron bow holder are carved. How could you have the iron bow of our family?"

Yun Zhao knew that there was a strange sign on the tail of the bow. As for the other Mengwen words that turned in the song, he didn't know any of them. He heard that Mengren said so clearly, and he immediately understood that the Mengren who died in his hands a few years ago was probably the member of the Qiyan family.

Yun Zhao was not afraid of his opponent and sneered, "What's the matter? This is my spoil. According to your rules and regulations, doesn't he belong to me?"

The Mengren shouted angrily: "How can you cowardly Dayue people be the opponents of our brave warriors of Qiyan family? You must have used some conspiracy to seize this bow."

Yun Zhao was furious and pulled his sword out of the sheath with a choke. "You fart, is that guy a bullshit warrior? I was knocked to the ground and begged for mercy at me. But I have always looked down on such a person. He slashed his head with one knife, and his bow and arrow will naturally belong to me!"

"Okay!" At this time, many people were gathered around him to watch the fun. The locals in Lucheng had no good feelings for the Mongolian tribe. When they heard Yun Zhao's words, they couldn't help but applaud, "Well, they killed them so hard that these barbarians would never dare to offend me, Dayue."

The barbarian's face slowly turned purple, and he stared at the crowd around him with hatred, "Then I challenge you. If you lose, I will give you this bow and arrow."

Yun Zhao sneered and said, "What if you lose? Do you pay me the iron bow on you?"

"The brave warriors of Qiyan family will not lose!" the Mengren said angrily.

"That so-called warrior said the same thing when he died!" Yun Zhao laughed.

"Brother Yun!" Rou Niang timidly grabbed Yun Zhao's sleeve, her face pale.

"It doesn't matter, it depends on how your brother Yun teaches this barbarian a lesson!" Yun Zhao comforted Rou Niang in a low voice.

"Are you here alone, or come together?" Yun Zhao looked at his opponent angrily. In addition to this beard, there were three others on the other side.

"I'm enough to deal with you!" The bearded man was also unwilling to be at a disadvantage in his momentum and shouted.

"Kill him, kill him!" The crowd around them shouted loudly, and the faces of several men turned pale. They had been fighting against Dayue for many years. In this Lu City, they were now considered as sheep entering the tiger's mouth.

The crowd automatically retreated and formed a large circle, and several mistresses also retreated consciously. They were not afraid that once they took action together, the other party would surge up and spit at once, which would drown them.

The two drew their swords to confront each other for a moment. The fool screamed and rushed up. His face was ferocious and his eyes widened. Rou Niang, who was on the side, couldn't help but lose her face and screamed in surprise.

Yun Zhao also rushed up at the same time. He was used to hunting beasts and saw the man in front of him. He might not be more fierce than the leopard. The two of them collided with each other, and the sword light rose and fell, and the sound of jingling was endless. The crowd on one side was dazzled. This man was really fierce, but this man on his own was also a hero.

Among the three Mongolian people watching the game, they all frowned. They were no longer as experienced as Lucheng people watching the fun. Looking at the two fighting in the field, they knew that their companions were not good. The man on the opposite side was younger, stronger, and had extremely rich fighting experience. Now they seemed to be teasing their opponents. If they continue to fight like this, they would be inadequate in a few rounds. But this was an invitation duel in full force, and they could not intervene.

Sure enough, he turned around a few more times. With Yun Zhao's shouts, he fought with two swords, and the bearded man sat on the ground with his butt. He could not have a second reaction. Yun Zhao's knife was already on his neck.

"Kill him, kill him!" The people around him shouted loudly.

Yun Zhao took the knife back and took a step back. If it were in a place where no one was around, the knife would have cut the opponent's neck just now, but he didn't want Rou Niang to see such a bloody scene.

"You lose, take your bow!" Yun Zhao smiled and reached out.

The bearded face looked like earthy. It was obviously very unwilling to accept it.

"Let's go!" Seeing the beard slowly unbuttoning the iron bow on his body, another foggy man stood up.

"We'll compete with one more time!"

"You have already lost, what else do you want to compete?" Yun Zhao said with a smile.

"You carry an iron bow and you obviously know how to shoot. We will compare arrows this time!"

"What other bets are you going to bet?" Yun Zhao was right now. Compared to swordsmanship, he was more confident in his archery skills.

"We bet on his bow. If you lose, you can't ask for his bow and arrow!" the man pointed at the bearded man and said.

"If you lose, will you give me your bow?" Yun Zhao said with a smile.

"I won't bet on my bow and arrow!" The man took out a large incision of gold from his arms, "If I lose, this gold will be yours!"

The crowd around him screamed, and the ingot of gold was probably less than ten taels, which was worth more than one hundred taels, which was enough for a family of three to spend a year or two.

"Okay, I'm gamble!" Yun Zhao was overjoyed. He was worried that there was no money, so someone came to him. That was the best.

"How can we bet? There are many people here and it is difficult to use it. Let's find an empty place?" Yun Zhao said.

"No need!" The man took out a handful of copper coins from his arms, "There are ten copper coins here. We ask someone to throw them into the air. Whoever shoots more will win, and what about it?"

Yun Zhao said: "This method is novel, okay, just do it."

"Who is willing to come out and throw the copper coins?" The man looked at the crowd around him, and the onlookers were silent. This method was proposed by the man. It was obvious that he was very sure that no one was willing to step forward.

Yun Zhao waved his hand, "No need to be so troublesome, just let your companions throw it away, so that you can't lose and lose your conscience."

Meng Ren looked at Yun Zhao deeply, obviously very unexpected.

"I'll do it!" The bearded man who had just lost climbed up and took the copper coins. He immediately booed around him. His face turned red, and the bearded man didn't care about so much. In order to prevent his bow from losing, nothing was the skin.

The two of them held a bow in one hand and a arrow in the other, staring at the beard in the center.

"Start!" The beard shouted loudly, and a copper coin flew high.

With a whoosh, a feather arrow penetrated the copper coin and turned it over in the air, fell to the ground, and pierced it on the ground. It was shot by Yun Zhao, and the man who was just lifted up the bow and arrow.

Yun Zhao looked at the man who was giggling with a smile, and the man who was also looking at him. Obviously, Yun Zhao's archery skills were so outstanding that he was extremely shocked. Riding and shooting was their man who was strong.

He winked at the beard. The beard nodded understandingly, raised his hand suddenly, and the nine copper coins left in his hand flew into the air at the same time. The sound of feather arrows was endless. The onlookers could no longer tell who was whose arrows, and only saw feather arrows crisscrossing in the air, followed by the sound of jingling landing.

"You lost!" Yun Zhao looked at the other party proudly. Five of the ten copper coins were shot down by him. Including the previous one, he shot down a total of six. This was the guy on the other side who took advantage of it. Yun Zhao thought it was shooting one by one, but he didn't expect that the other party would throw them all out at once. If both parties explained in advance, Yun Zhao was sure to shoot down seven copper plates.

"You won, bows and gold are all yours!" The Mengren glanced at Yun Zhao, "I dare not ask Daming. In the lower Mongolian tribe, only jin. Jamuha."

"Lucheng, Yun Zhao!" Yun Zhao walked over, picked up the gold ingots on the ground, looked at the bearded man again, paused his feet, took down the bow and arrow on his back, threw it to the ground and walked away.

The crowd of onlookers heard the sky-shaking cheers.
Chapter completed!