How does this bow look so familiar? Donaldge remembered that when he first went to see a competition in the Bowman academy, the bow used by a little girl was very similar to the one in front of him. The only difference was that there was no magic core and crystal core on the bow Shen Yanxiao held at that time.

The bow in front of the little guy's hand is inlaid with crystal nuclei, so Donald unconsciously denies his speculation.

Shen Yan and Xiao dare to show up with zijue. Naturally, they conclude that the single celled creature would never think of adding crystal nucleus to zijue if it was treated with Donald.

A Bowman and a swordsman can't move like this.

People nearby are also studying the zijue in Shen Yanxiao's hand.

They really can't see what's special about this bow. Even the inlaid crystal core is extremely cheap.

The crystal nucleus is generally used only for weapons used in practice, and few people dare to use it in formal weapons.

In addition, zijue's color is dim, and no one will take this bow as a magic weapon. Only when the ugly boy's family is poor, he can only use contact weapons.

On the contrary, the long sword in Donald's hand is extremely sharp. The huge magic core inlaid on the hilt has at least eight levels.

No matter from which point of view, Shen Yanxiao is out of absolute passivity.

A skinny little ugly kid with a broken bow confronts a handsome high-level swordsman with a strong sword. He wants to know with his toes that he has no chance to win.

People can't help being a little boring. This kind of one-sided competition is really too boring!

"For the sake of your age, I'll let you go first." Donaldge is not a bully. Seeing that the other side is not old, the weapons generally give way.

It's not a noble sentiment, but because he really doesn't want the contest to end in a flash.

He would rather play Taiji with the little fart child in front of him than serve Shen Jiayi.

Shen Yanxiao smiled and looked at the confident Donald.

"Oh? You're welcome. "

"Don't hesitate to come!" Donaldge opened his mouth.

Shen Yanxiao took out an arrow basket and hung it on his waist. He took out an arrow and put it on the zijue. A bad smile came from the corner of his mouth.

It's so easy to be bullied by a simpleton with developed limbs!

None of the people present, including Donald, believed that the broken bow and the little devil would do harm to the senior swordsman.

A swordsman who can't be hit even by a magician at the top of the intermediate level, can he be hurt by a small arrow.

No one noticed that at the moment when Shen Yanxiao opened the bowstring, an invisible magic breath was gradually spreading to the whole arrow.

With only a sound of wheezing, the arrow on the zijue flew away and shot at donaldge with a thunderous momentum.

The speed of this arrow is so fast that no one can notice its shadow at all. Only a silver flash can be seen under the light!

Downridge, who relaxed his vigilance, felt the momentum brought by the arrow coming from the sky. He immediately turned over and jumped away from the arrow's attack, but when everyone thought that the arrow was about to fall.

Whew, another silver light flashed by, and the speed was straight after the arrow that had been released before. It shot the tail of the first arrow with amazing accuracy and stability. The first arrow flying straight turned its head immediately after being hit, and rushed towards the figure that Donald dodged!