Chapter 31 All my China are brothers!

"ah!"

A scream sounded, from the mouth of the Zhao people. They all stared at the field with shock and looked like they were ghostly.

"It's so great!" Qin Yiren knew that Meng Zhao and the other two were amazing, but they didn't expect that they were so great.

"What a clever archery technique!" Lu Jujian clapped his hands, excited Mo Ming, his eyes burned.

Each of the Legend of the Condor Heroes has three arrows, and three are nine arrows. This is a continuous pearl arrow technique, which is very clever archery. Even if you look at the world, not many people can do it. It is extremely shocking.

However, Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong shouted excitedly: "Good come!"

Each of the three of them took three arrows, and they also used a continuous bead arrow technique. A total of nine arrows were shot out, and the sound of breaking through the air was loud, which was no less powerful than the power of the Condor.

What is even more unexpected is that the nine arrows shot by Meng Zhao and the others hit the arrows of the Eagle, and the eighteen arrows collided and fell together.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that shooting arrows is easy, and it is difficult to shoot other people's arrows. Meng Zhao and the others did it. How rare is this?

This is still the arrow of the famous Huns' Eagle Eagle Eagle. It is much more difficult to shoot it down. Meng Zhao and the other two have archery skills far above the Eagle Eagle Eagle Eagle. Is there anything more shocking than this?

"Are they not Qin army soldiers?" The leader of the Huns reacted first, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, staring at Qin Yiren and asked.

This is exactly what Zhao people thought. The Qin army soldiers were very good, but they could not have such a clever archery technique.

"All I, the men of Qin, are all sharp men!" Qin Yi raised his head and thrust his chest, and said something very sexy.

All Qin troops were brave and good at fighting, and could be called "reeks".

"Even a Ruishi, it is impossible for him to have such a brilliant archery technique." Zhao Ren couldn't help but express his thoughts.

The Zhao people, as the strongest opponent of the Qin State, know the combat effectiveness of the Qin army, the fiercest opponent.

"They are Iron Eagle Swordsmen!" Qin Yiren smiled sly and glanced at the Huns leader.

"Iron Eagle Swordsman?" A scream sounded, and Zhao Renren was shocked.

The Iron Eagle Swordsman was founded in Duke Mu of Qin. Since its establishment, he has been the core of the Qin army until he was replaced by the Iron Eagle Swordsman. Even if the Iron Eagle Swordsman is no longer the top military force of the Qin army, how could the reputation accumulated over hundreds of years be extraordinary? His reputation has long been spread all over the world.

"It turns out that they are Iron Eagle Swordsmen. The young master hides us so much that we are worried for nothing." Then, the Zhao people were so happy again. Many people shook their fists and smiled proudly at the Xiongnu leader: "Hun dog, do you think riding and shooting is your strength, and you want to use a long attack to attack the short, but you didn't expect that you were plotted by the Yiren Master. Haha!"

The more unlucky the Huns were, the happier the Zhao people were, and they laughed very comfortably.

The Hun leader was full of fear, and the cold sweat on his forehead was like water. He carefully apologized to Qin Yiren with a smile: "Young master, I have offended you so much. Please don't blame me. We have lost this competition. You should ask the Iron Eagle Swordsman to stop."

The Legend of the Condor Heroes are warriors of the Huns, and everyone chooses one in a thousand. If they are killed by Meng Zhao and the others, they will suffer a great loss. The leader of the Huns would rather give up his wealth than let the Legend of the Condor Heroes take risks.

"Fart!" Qin Yiren flatly refused, his eyes rolled, and his eyes shone brightly, and he said coldly: "Your The Legend of the Condor He shot my man. My man has not been shot back yet, you just want to admit defeat, no!"

Can that be shot back? That is the Iron Eagle Swordsman. Will the Eagle Shooter still have life when he shoots back? The Hun leader was so anxious that he almost cried and said, "Young Master Yi Ren, please stop them, I am willing to give my BMW to the Young Master."

"You really don't have a memory." Qin Yiren shouted: "We have bet on picking the head. If you lose, all your wealth will be mine. Do you think your BMW can still be yours? You use my things to redeem your life for the Legend of the Condor. You have a good idea. Do you think this young master is as stupid as you?"

As soon as he spoke, he had guns and rods to deal with the Huns, his face turned blue and white, and his eyes were flickering.

"What's wrong? Do you still want to commit a crime?" Qin Yiren was unreasonable and shouted at the Huns leader: "Let's go, let's fight, and one fight will determine life and death."

If Qin Yiren was so clamoring, the Xiongnu leader would probably agree. At this time, he was already brave and had no courage to respond. He pursed his lips tightly and didn't dare to put one of them.

"You are afraid that Daqin will settle the score with you, right? Don't worry, if you kill me, I will only blame me for not being good at studying. Daqin will never settle the score with you. This is OK, right?" Qin Yiren looked proud and raised his chin provocatively at the Huns leader.

"Haha!" Looking at the depressed look of the Hun leader, the Zhao people were extremely relieved, raised their heads to the sky, and laughed happily.

"There is only such a courage for the Hun dog?" Qin Yiren was disdainful, spat, waved his hand, and ordered loudly: "Kill them!"

"No!" Meng Zhao, Magai and Fan Tong received the order with a loud bang. Each of them took three arrows and shouted: "Hun dog, come to die!"

The arrows were flying, and nine arrows flew away, making a sharp roar, like thousands of arrows flying away.

The Eagle's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly took an arrow, dodging the horse while shooting the horse and shooting arrows. It has to be said that the Eagle's pride was extremely good. They shot three arrows and flashed through six. Meng Zhao and his team's continuous arrow technique could not do anything to them.

"What a pity!" Zhao people felt regretful in unison.

"Huh!" The Hun leader let out a long sigh and relieved his heart.

Qin Yiren had a smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth were cracked, and he glanced at the Hun leader with disdain.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Three screams sounded, and the three eagles fell to the ground from the horse's back. Arrows in their eyebrows twitched for a while, and no longer moved.

"This... how did the Qin people do it?" Zhao people were confused, looking puzzled.

The Hun leader's eyes were wide open, as if he had seen a ghost, as if he would not believe it even if he was beaten to death.

"The continuous pearl arrow technique is empty, and the last arrow is real." Lu Jujian commented, feeling strangely excited.

Meng Zhao and the other two are Iron Eagle Swordsmen. They have experienced many battles and fight life and death so old. How could they not even know that the Legend of the Condor can deal with the Three Arrows? They had expected that the pearl arrows were empty, which attracted the attention of the Legend of the Condor, and then secretly shot arrows. This was the killer move.

Sure enough, the Legend of the Condor He was shot and killed on the spot.

The reason why Meng Zhao and the other two chose to shoot in the eyebrows was to warn the Huns: Our archery skills are better than you, and we want to shoot you upright, what can you do?

"Okay! Pick!"

"The Qin people won! The Qin people won!"

The Zhao people could no longer suppress their excitement, waved their fists and cheered loudly.

The Huns' kick-off was so hateful that it made Zhao people lose face. Now, they finally got it back. Who can't be happy?

The Huns leader wanted to slip away as soon as he saw that the situation was not good, but he saw it so hard for Lu Jujian.

"Young Master, how should I deal with him?" Lu Jujian pointed at the leader of the Huns and asked at Qin Yiren.

The Zhao people were very concerned about this matter. They forced themselves to hold back their joy, stopped cheering, opened their eyes wide and stared at Qin Yiren.

"Your wealth belongs to me. In addition to this, you have to do one more thing." Qin Yiren smiled badly and said, "Whoever you want to contribute saliva, I want him to eat it."

Taking a saliva is definitely an insult, a great humiliation, and the Huns' leader's face turned into bitter melon.

"I do!" A roar sounded, and Zhao people are willing to be a "good person".

"You are so arrogant these days, and you have a lot of saliva, right? This is for your own good and let you replenish some saliva." A glimmer flashed in Qin Yiren's eyes.

"That's what it is!" The Huns leader was very proud these days, cursing Zhao all over the country, cursing Zhao so hard that he was naked, and trampling the dignity of China under his feet. Qin Yiren's reason was unpredictable, and Zhaoren applauded in unison.

Each person salivadated, and there was a big stall on the ground. The leader of the Huns felt disgusted, pursing his lips tightly, unwilling to eat it. The Zhao people ignored him and pressed him to the ground, forcing the leader of the Huns to eat his saliva, and then spared him.

Looking at the desolate leader of the Huns, the Zhao people were so happy that they said to Qin Yiren: "Young Master, please say a few words."

This scene was recovered by Qin Yiren, and it was justified to ask him to say a few words. Zhao people stared at Qin Yiren with wide eyes and their ears were high.

"Okay!" Qin Yiren agreed readily and said, "I only have one sentence: No matter whether you are from Qin, Zhao, Wei, Yan, Qi, Chu, Han, and all my China are brothers!"

"All my China are brothers!" A cheer sounded throughout the world.
Chapter completed!