At this moment, Erezi started to pray thinking about the gods he believed in, hoping that the gods could help him at this critical moment.

He could only do this. He had no choice. Facing a distance of 340 meters, he had no confidence at all.

It is still possible to shoot an arrow 340 meters, but it is almost impossible to achieve excellent accuracy.

Therefore, at this time, what he needs most is luck.

Luck is here, and nothing can stop it...

Not long after, the sound of cheers came from Erezi's ears.

"Zobi!"

"Archer!"

The shouting like a mountain made him understand immediately that the competition was over.

Did you win?

With hope in his heart, he opened his eyes.

Afterwards, he fell into a long period of despair.

Because the person who is enjoying the cheers of the crowd is not himself, but the Timur next to him, damn Timur!

Almost everyone is pursuing Timur, breaking the record of Iron Teeth and Golden Tent.

In the past many years of the Naadam Conference, no archery record has been produced that has reached such a terrifying level. This time it can be regarded as recorded in the history books.

On the way back, Erisi was in a trance and had not really woken up yet.

The moment he saw Qinggetai, he knew he was in trouble.

"Trash, I wasted so much money."

Qinggertai spat on the ground, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Erris's defeat disrupted all his plans.

As long as you don't get first place in any of the three competitions, you won't be awarded the title of No. 1 Warrior in the end.

And now, in the first archery competition, Erezi, whom he had cultivated so hard, had lost, which meant that the only one who could win the title of the first warrior was Timur, who won the first place in archery.

Qinggeltai took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Now that he is sure that he cannot take the title of First Warrior into his own pocket, he can only settle for the next best thing, and he cannot let Timur win the first place in the next two.

As long as Timur failed in the latter two, even if he failed in only one, he would have barely achieved his goal.

However, he now has no confidence in Erris at all.

In the team behind him, he found the Jin Yiwei who was pretending to be one of his bodyguards.

This guard in gold is not the man in black with whom he negotiated the deal yesterday, but one of the men in black.

"I agree to what you proposed. Send your brave men to defeat Timur." After meeting Qing Geertai, the first thing he said was to agree to another deal proposed by Jin Yiwei, but the condition

The condition is that Timur must be defeated.

"As you wish, King Tieya, one of our strongest grassland warriors, Lord Als, has come in person. He will defeat Timur with his own hands," the golden-robed guard said.

"Where is Mr. Als?" Qinggeltai glanced around and didn't see Als.

"Lord Als is in the crowd. He will play when the latest competition starts." Jin Yiwei said.

Qinggeltai was relieved now. Although he had never met Als, he had heard of Als's name.

There are ten warriors under Jili Khan, and Als is one of them.

Als is best at attacking from close quarters. He is extremely powerful and can defeat tigers and leopards, and his body is unusually strong. In addition, he is also very skilled in skills.

Qinggertai returned to the stands. At this time, after a short rest, the arena had been set up.

The second competition will be held below.

The second item is one of the prairie traditions, wrestling!

After prairie people have been trained, the difference in general wrestling skills is actually not that big.

Therefore, what really determines victory or defeat has a lot to do with physical fitness.

Physical fitness can be seen from the appearance. Those who are taller, stronger and heavier often have an advantage.

Because the first brave person is selected for wrestling this time, there are not so many tricks. Those who defeat three people in a row can advance to the next round, and then continue to compete. It won’t take too long to win each round.

You can choose the strongest wrestler.

There are also many women in the grassland, who are very tough, but wrestling competitions have nothing to do with women. After all, this is a close-fitting sport. Even in a relatively open grassland, it is impossible for women to participate in such a sport.

A total of five arenas and five referees arranged in advance came to the field.

Next, those prairie men who had their own strength and skills began to come to the stage spontaneously.

Of course, the physical quality is obvious at a glance, and those who are not strong enough will not go on stage at all.

Every time at the Naadam Conference, I almost get thrown to death by someone's mistake, so I won't go on stage unless I'm really confident enough.

Qinggeltai was sitting in the stands, surrounded by high-level officials. He glanced sideways.

Sitting beside him was Zhuoer, a very unpleasant old guy.

Zhuoer looked like a rich man. He was sitting on a chair. The fat on his body trembled when he moved a little. Beside him, three beautiful maids fanned him, fed him water, and beat his legs.

"Ertai, you are still young and it is not time to enjoy yourself. As an old guy, I am old and it is time to enjoy life." Zhuoer laughed with a calm expression on his face.

Qinggeltai gritted his teeth and wanted to slap Zhuoer severely, but in the end he endured it.

This old guy has a high prestige in the Iron Teeth and Gold Tent. Now he has a higher goal and it is not the time to offend the old guy.

"What uncle said is that we young people should take on greater responsibilities before we have time to enjoy ourselves." Qinggeltai nodded.

"It is not difficult to have greater power. The prerequisite is that you have the ability to carry this power. Young people, please work harder. I believe that under your control, the Iron Teeth and Golden Tent can achieve greater glory."

Zhuoer said with a smile, then closed his eyes and enjoyed the service of the maid beside him.

Qinggeltai turned his head and looked at the ring, with a sneer on his face.

Let the old guy fidget for a while first, and then let the old guy go back to his hometown to retire after he has completely taken control of the situation.

He has long been tired of the old guy's reliance on his old age.

At this time, there had been fighting in the arena for some time.

The onlookers gradually became excited. The most primitive strength had to be fought, and it was easiest to arouse the most primitive enthusiasm.

"Snapped!"

Als lifted a prairie man high into the air and threw him heavily on the stage, making a loud noise.

The prairie man struggled a few times on the ring and could no longer get up.

The fall was too heavy, and the prairie man was seriously injured. Whether he can be cured in the future is still unknown.
Chapter completed!