Chapter 41: Unsuccessful shooting

Qin Yang was immediately happy. He wanted to take the initiative to take the initiative, but he didn't expect that Nangong Ling would be so cooperative.

"Heaven! The earth! The wronged ones do not pay for their lives!"

Qin Yang let out a loud roar, and was frightened by both men and wolves.

"Do you mean I can control the entire wolf pack?" Qin Yang laughed, "I can't shoot at close combat with such superb archery skills?"

Can't shoot...

There is nothing wrong with the words, but it always sounds weird.

Nangong Ling is as uncomfortable as eating shit. It's obviously not a bad word, why is it so disgusting?

If you want to refute it, you can't start it. If you say it came out, how can you explain the distance you just opened?

"Asshole, who are you? How dare you insult my eight gods!" Nangong Ling shouted angrily.

"What a big hat, haha!" Qin Yang shrugged, "I'm just insulting, what can you do! Is your fist as hard as mine?"

After speaking, he made his fist.

"Boy, don't forget your ancestors, you are also of the Eighth Clan of Shinto!" Shenlongyu whispered.

Qin Yang was full of black lines, suddenly speechless...

At this time, everyone suddenly discovered that although the shadow wolves were staring at Qin Yang one by one, none of them dared to take the initiative to attack!

And... the high-level monster was headshot with a punch!

Wei Yu swallowed and spit, the young generation ranked by Tianjimen in terms of strength, the first and the second are here, but this kid is obviously better than them, where did this come out?

Can Tianjimen go wrong too?

"Isn't it just a high-level monster beast, do you think I can't kill it?" Nangong Ling sneered, "As for the fist? It's a joke, how hard is the fist? Is it your fist or mine?"

Qin Yang laughed and slowly walked towards Nangong Ling.

The battle was almost over. As Qin Yang walked around, the remaining shadow wolves didn't dare to fight anymore and fled.

Everyone looked at Qin Yang curiously to see what he wanted to do, but Nangong Ling became vigilant and was ready to attack at any time.

"It was your arrow fast, now my fist is fast." Qin Yang stood still and said softly.

Everyone was stunned, and Wei Yu looked at Qin Yang incredible.

"The distance of ten steps, ten steps away, the arrow is fast. Within ten steps, the punch is fast..." Nangong squinted his eyes and repeated, his heart tightened.

"Within ten paces, the punch is fast? Although this person is strong, his brain is not very good, right? How can a person's speed be fast?"

"Yes, I thought he was here to help us, so bragging, I think he is more and more like a point grabber!"

"I don't believe that Nangong Ling can't kill the wolf leader!"

"Nangong Ling, teach him a lesson, let him see if it's your arrow fast or his fist fast!"

Nangong Ling clenched the longbow tightly. Although he was a little bit unsure, he still didn't want to believe that a monk at this realm could reach such a speed.

Relying on his own unique arrow technique, it is not impossible to kill the enemy at higher levels. How dare this monk of a small realm who is only a few taller than himself utter such a wild word?

Nangong Ling looked as usual, her eyes getting colder and colder.

Most importantly, this kid saw that he was going to run away before!

Reaching out and gently stroking the delicate longbow, Nangong Ling smiled lightly, "You said this distance, punch fast? What if I don't believe it?"

Qin Yang spread his hands, "What do you think?"

Nangong Ling's eyes flashed murderously, "How about...try it?"

"Okay, I am in a good mood today, and I will simply play with you." Qin Yang nodded in agreement.

Nangong Ling held her chest, and Wei Yu also felt a little uncomfortable.

The disciples of the dignified eight races were so underestimated?

"What is this person's background? I don't know who he is?"

"Don't be shot in the opposite direction later, it would be a shame!"

Qin Yang laughed and said, "Don't worry, I won't let him shoot!"

"Is this saying that Nangong Ling is soft but not hard?"

"Probably not..."

"Are you ready? Start immediately when you are ready!" Nangong Ling has already endured to the limit, he must make the kid in front of him pay the price! Even if you kill the opponent, in this case, no one will say anything.

"Wait!" Qin Yang stretched out his arms and took out a badge with him.

"Battle badge?"

Everyone was taken aback, the other party even joined the fighting union? Turned out to be a martial lunatic?

"Don't you?" Qin Yang asked.

"Hey, the fighting guild, my children of the eight races don't even bother to join! As long as you are strong enough, even if you don't join the fighting guild, the fighting guild will put you in the ranking and give you the title of fighting." Nangong Ling snorted. Tao.

"Actually, I showed the badge, just want to tell you two things." Qin Yang stretched out his finger and said: "First, you challenged me. If I lose, I can't say I bully you."

Nangong Ling's face was blue and purple, and the first strong man of the young generation given by Tianjimen was actually looked down upon so many times!

"The second one?" Nangong Ling asked through gritted teeth.

"Second," Qin Yang sighed, and said: "I am a big celebrity in the Fighting Union, and I have 16 thousand in a round. Since you don't have a Fighting Badge, then forget it. You are free."

An expression of disgust on his face made no secret of it.

Nangong Ling was about to become a pufferfish in anger, and roared: "Do you think I don't have a spirit stone? It's a 16,000 low-grade spirit stone?"

Qin Yang rolled his eyes, and felt an urge to change to a middle-grade spirit stone. But after thinking about it, it was a bit too unreliable, and he nodded and said, "Yes."

"What else do you have? It's best to say it clearly at once!" Nangong Ling said.

Qin Yang thought for a while, and said: "Well...I still feel a bit too bullying. Let's do this, our rules are like this. If you can shoot an arrow, you won’t be able to shoot anywhere. If you I can't shoot an arrow..."

"Joke!" Nangong Ling felt cruel: I will shoot you to death with one arrow! He said: "If I can't shoot out, even if I lose? This rule, are you insulting me?"

"No no, really no." Qin Yang shook his head again and again, "I really feel a bit bullying you..."

Nangong Ling is already crazy, and let this guy talk nonsense, he can't maintain his demeanor!

"Enough! Can you start?" Nangong Ling shouted loudly.

Qin Yang nodded and said: "It's time to start."

Wei Yu stood on the side and said, "I call 321, and it will start as soon as the sound falls."

"three!"

"two!"

"One!"

Nangong Ling bends the bow and shoots the arrow, the corners of his mouth are raised, victory is in sight! Open the finger lightly, the mysterious longbow exudes radiance, and the arrow is about to shoot like an electric lasing!

The familiar feeling is extremely secure in my heart, but Qin Yang in his eyes is still in place, just a little... vague?

A thought flashed in Nangong Ling's mind: Why is it blurred? Could it be...

"Afterimage!"

"Gudong!" Nangong Ling swallowed a big mouthful of foam, stiffened neck and looked down at Longbow.

Obviously, the bowstring has been released, but the arc is still maintained, and the arrow still stays!

At the arrow, I don't know when there is an extra hand!

"I said, you can't shoot it out."