His lowered eyes fell on Shui Yingyin in his right hand, and he gently opened Shui Yingyin. After turning into a chain whip and wrapping around ninety molten gold arrows, the temperature was as high as a soldering iron pressing on the back of his hand. It turned out to be true. , are all branded with marks, and are still connected by flesh and skin.
Gritting his teeth and groaning, he separated the water from the back of his hand.
Shui Miaomiao felt depressed. The temperature of the Nine Molten Gold Arrows was too high. It could penetrate the Golden Crow and be as hot as the sun. However, this arrow was a little more friendly to the human body. After all, it was made by humans.
Shui Miaomiao didn't dare to risk Shui Yingyin to catch the Nine Molten Golden Arrows. She was really afraid that they would melt. Shui Yingyin was a gift from Andaiyun, so she couldn't break it.
After her eyes adjusted to the surrounding light, Shui Miaomiao looked around. Was it her imagination? Why did she feel that there were so many fewer people?
Thinking of the screams she heard just now, something must have happened when she couldn't see it. Shui Miaomiao thought to herself, how did she get down safely?
Shui Miaomiao turned her head to look towards the high platform, looking for that possibility, but there was a stinging pain in her eyes. She had no choice but to lower her eyes and raise her hands to block the light.
Although Shui Miaomiao could open her eyes at the moment, she couldn't look at the bright light, let alone the sky. She couldn't even look at the nine molten golden arrows.
The excitement in the field had nothing to do with her at this time.
Is it because of shooting the first one? Shui Miaomiao felt that the competition seemed to be much more intense.
The first Golden Crow has been shot. No matter who shot it, they can only endure it so far. No one is letting go of the subsequent fight. The fight has turned into a fight with life and death at stake. They must first You have to be a winner to qualify.
The Nine Molten Gold Arrows passed into the hands of one person and then into the hands of another. They could be caught, but they could not protect them, let alone shoot them. The Nine Molten Gold Arrows lined with blood became increasingly red.
Shui Miaomiao originally thought that the place was too small. There were too many people and the horses couldn't run away at all. Now that it is more spacious, they are being eliminated faster than under the 'sun rain'. Humans are indeed the most powerful in nature. A terrible existence.
There was a roar from the sky, and Jiao Yingqing came on horseback to show off to Shui Miaomiao, "One to one, it's a pity that you won't be able to grab the arrow again."
The second 'sun rain' fell in full force, and the people fighting for the arrows immediately ceased fighting and took shelter in a tacit understanding.
Shui Miaomiao finally knew what the screams were all about. Before she could react, Jiao Yingqing cut off a braid, rolled up the debris that fell from the sky, and threw it towards Shui Miaomiao's face with a blaze of fire.
The wreckage exploded into countless sparks before Shui Miaomiao's eyes, and the whip held by Jiao Yingqing and Jiao Yingqing's sleeves were turned into ashes.
"You!" Jiao Yingqing's hands were shaking uncontrollably, and she stared in disbelief at Shui Miaomiao who had blocked everything and returned her blow.
"Yuan Zun, please show mercy." Jiao Pingzao interrupted Wen Renxian's spellcasting.
The arms of the two collided with each other without any compromise. Wen Renxian said displeasedly, "I told you that when competing, let's compete properly. Don't play tricks. My wife doesn't want the arms anymore."
Jiao Pingzao put on a smile, "Isn't your disciple okay?"
"If something happens, your wife should pay with her life." Wen Renxian showed no mercy, and Jiao Pingzao also restrained his smile. The two faced each other tit for tat, with an undercurrent surging.
Shui Miaomiao looked at the furious Jiao Yingqing and raised her lips, "Tell me, you have provoked me over and over again. What else have you gained besides being slapped in the face? Why can't you learn well?"
"You won't stay lucky forever!"
"Lucky?" Shui Miaomiao looked at Jiao Yingqing from top to bottom like a fool, "Consider it my luck, but please remember, this luck belongs to me."
Shui Miaomiao took out the bright red silk from Shui Yingyin, and the bright red color instantly became the most attractive thing in the room.
She remembered that the bright red dust silk was in the snowfield, blocking the light reflected from the white snow. It was equally dazzling and should be able to share some of the light.
Putting on the bright red dust silk and covering her eyes slightly, Shui Miaomiao looked towards the high platform and saw Wen Renxian who was at war with Jiao Pingzao.
Even when he and Jiao Pingzao were testing each other, Wen Renxian also focused part of his heart on Shui Miaomiao. He immediately noticed Shui Miaomiao's gaze and looked back.
Shui Miaomiao laughed, very sincerely and naturally. Although most of her face was covered by the bright red silk, Wen Renxian could feel the warm smile.
He was saying thank you Master, she was fine, there was no need to fight with Jiao Pingzao over her, after all, we couldn't claim it on other people's territory.
Then Shui Miaomiao raised her hand to make an 'OK' gesture and waved it gently, confirming Wen Renxian's guess. Wen Renxian was slightly dissatisfied, but still suddenly exerted force, forcing Jiao Pingzao to take three or four steps back. Then he put away his fierce momentum.
After more than ten years of getting along, Shui Miaomiao always had some little habits that would show up inadvertently. Wen Renxian was probably the second person after Mu Cang to really understand the meaning of this gesture through Shui Miaomiao's explanation.
"Miaomiao doesn't want to argue with you, so forget it. I don't think your wife will restrain herself. Next time, no one's words will matter."
"Your Majesty," Jiao Pingzao wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly signaled to the person in charge to take Jiao Yingqing away from Shui Miaomiao.
"Miss." After receiving the news, the guard quickly came to dissuade him. They shouldn't be angry under the 'sun rain'.
The 'Sun Rain' has not ended yet. Wen Renxian is still standing in front of Shui Miaomiao's shield to isolate himself from harm. Shui Miaomiao, who is wearing bright red silk, can look up to the sky a little, but it is not enough.
Shui Miaomiao quietly thought about how she would compete with everyone for arrows and hit the Golden Crow when the rain was over.
Jiao Pingzao looked at it for a while, then came forward to talk, "What your disciple is bringing is the bright red and dusty silk from the Kuan Quan Sect, right? I heard that this silk is only qualified for the best and most loyal disciples of the Kuan Quan Sect. .”
Let's start a quarrel first, lest Jiao Yingqing really hurts Can Shui Miaomiao and the quarrel becomes too big to end.
"Yes." Wen Renxian nodded calmly, "Miaomiao is excellent, so it's not surprising that someone wants to poach her. It's just a piece of silk. If she likes it, she can have as many pieces as she wants."
He patted his chest and felt the tightness in his chest. Jiao Pingzao felt a bit regretful because he felt like he was choked once. He didn't learn a lesson after being choked once, so he rushed to do it again.
I have never seen a master who treats his disciples like this. He is too doting on his disciples! Is this to adopt a disciple or to adopt a daughter?
The heavy rain ended, and soon another Golden Crow fell from the sky. It was not Shui Miaomiao or Jiao Yingqing, but someone Shui Miaomiao didn't know.
Shui Miaomiao hoped that everyone would quickly shoot down all nine Golden Crows, as long as they were not Jiao Yingqing, but she had to wait until she shot down another Golden Crow, otherwise this gamble would be endless.
After the third 'heavy rain' ended, Shui Miaomiao no longer stayed where she was. She looked around for opportunities and fixed her sights on one spot. There were three people fighting for a nine-year-old molten gold arrow, and they all created a small vacuum. , then no one else dared to step forward and interfere.
Shui Miaomiao drove his horse forward cautiously.
What is she going to do?
Wen Renxian couldn't help but feel worried. Everyone in the field had higher cultivation than Shui Miaomiao, and these three people were all tough men. They were monks who could knock down a tiger with just one punch.
Why did Shui Miaomiao choose them?
No matter how you look at it, Shui Miaomiao might as well go over there and join those monks who compete in speed, maybe there will be some chance of winning by luck.
