Are you an idiot? Qiu Changyun almost laughed out loud at Luo Jiujiang. With his keen eyesight, it was easy for him to see that the bullet was heading for his long arrow. However, using a flower bud to fight against a heavy arrow weighing several kilograms was like hitting a stone with an egg. What else could he say except that the duck arched its own door and sent its own meat up.
Haha, he thought complacently in his heart: You deliberately messed up my thoughts just now, and now I shoot an arrow and use force to defeat your cleverness and drive you crazy?
He's such a child, young and unstable, he can handle things so easily. I was so annoyed with him just now...
Before the smug smile could take shape on his face, Luo Jiujiang's voice rang out from beside him: "First, I'm strong enough to make you cry and go back to your mother for milk. Come on, don't bother. Second... the result won't be ten to seven, at best it'll be nine to nine."
Luo Jiujiang spoke with a calm and composed tone, clearly possessing unusual confidence. Qiu Changyun was startled and hurriedly looked up at the sky, but what he saw was not the scene he had expected: two flower buds being cut off mid-air, with petals scattered and fluttering.
What? It turned out that my arrow had missed the target!
How come my arrows missed the target?
Qiu Changyun could hardly believe his eyes. He blinked twice quickly and fixed his gaze again, but what he saw was still the incredible scene.
The casual cultivator beside him, this unknown boy in black, actually used the last flower bud in his hand to knock his arrow away.
With two familiar popping sounds, the flower bud that had been shot out earlier burst open perfectly like the previous seven. The remaining one obviously had not yet exhausted its force, and it steadily carried Qiu Changyun's arrow with it and fell down before it touched the hooked claws of the divine heron.
As the flower bud settled on the white bird, cheers came from all around. The loudest ones came from the independent cultivators. The other students were also infected by the perfect skills and the ups and downs of the situation, and they also cheered for Luo Jiujiang.
There was cheering on the training ground, but Qiu Changyun was the only one standing there in a daze. He felt that the two slaps were like two hot slaps in the face, hitting him hard on both sides of his face.
"you……"
Qiu Changyun still had four unfired arrows, but there was no need to use them now. He suddenly turned his head and stared at Luo Jiujiang, a few streaks of bright red blood slowly seeping from the whites of his eyes, and his throat was so dry and hoarse that he had difficulty speaking.
What did this mean? For a moment, it was as if thousands of drums were roaring in his ears at the same time, shaking him so much that he couldn't stand steadily, felt dizzy, and his mind was completely muddled.
What did this mean? Qiu Changyun pondered over and over: How could a single flower bud possibly knock away a heavy arrow made of black iron? Unless this kid had invested a significant amount of spiritual energy into it, and how could a flower bud, easily plucked from the roadside, possibly absorb so much spiritual energy? In other words, who was this black-clad kid, who could accumulate so much spiritual energy from a random flower bud? Was he really just a Foundation Establishment Stage 3 cultivator like himself?
"You're playing tricks on me," Qiu Changyun said indignantly. His voice was soft at first, but grew stronger as it went on, the last word practically a roar. "You've hidden your cultivation, deliberately luring me in. You're taking pleasure in humiliating me, humiliating the students of the academy, and trampling over Qinglong Academy!"
This hat was too big, and regardless of how true it was, this unsightly look of "being dragged down as a scapegoat" completely ruined his demeanor and grace.
"We both use bows, so why is there such a big difference? I think my friend could still hang you up and beat you even if he lost half a brain and an eye." Luo Jiujiang released the slingshot and shook his head, saying helplessly, "Can't you tell? The last bullet I saved was the Flowing Cloud Fruit, not the Flowing Cloud Bud. I shot two in a row before, not three. I was preventing you from doing that."
So that's how it is. The students and casual cultivators near Luo Jiujiang suddenly realized. The difference between the Liuyunxia flower buds and the fruit is indeed not that great; the coexistence of buds, flowers, and fruit is a unique characteristic of this plant. As an archer, his eyesight should be sharper than that of an average person, but his inability to distinguish the buds from the fruit was a flaw of Qiu Changyun's own.
"I was just trying to compete with you in a proper duel, yet you acted as if you were humiliated. Instead, you didn't care about your previous malicious bullying of independent cultivators. I only beat you by a few arrows, yet you've slandered me to such an extent..." Luo Jiujiang rested his gaze on the other man's blue shirt and pearl for a moment, then sneered, "You've really seen something."
His words did not clearly refer to anyone, but the Qinglong students around him blushed when they heard it, and one of them even raised his sleeve to cover his face, obviously feeling deeply ashamed of Qiu Changyun's behavior.
"Brother Qiu, stop it! It's only natural to accept defeat..." Two Xuanzhu students tugged at Qiu Changyun's sleeve, clearly fed up with the farce. The scholar shook his head several times, ignoring Qiu Changyun's embarrassed expression. He stepped forward, patted Luo Jiujiang on the shoulder, and praised him repeatedly, "Nice move, little brother!"
"You're being too kind. I've only gotten here by taking shortcuts, so I don't deserve your praise." Facing the scholar who had shown kindness to him from the very beginning, Luo Jiujiang naturally had no reason to keep a straight face. He smiled and said, "If it weren't for..."
Before he finished speaking, Luo Jiujiang turned around abruptly without paying any attention to the scholar who was smiling and listening attentively!
He reacted quickly, almost simultaneously with Qiu Changyun beside him. Apart from him, no one present had reacted in time. No one expected that Qiu Changyun would actually shake off the hands of his two classmates in that instant, draw his bow and aim at Luo Jiujiang!
Luo Jiujiang dodged the back of his head, and the gleaming arrow was aimed directly at his eyes. At this moment, the two were only three steps apart. If Qiu Changyun loosened his fingers, the heavy black iron arrow would go straight to Luo Jiujiang's soft eye socket.
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