City: Hilarious Commercial Street

Chapter 229 229. Archery Competition, Do You Use a Bed Crossbow?
In the end, Brother Min still gave Brother Zheng the face about Zulong.

There is no way, whoever makes his status in history is one level worse than the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, and the Yan and Huang Emperors.

It can be said that as long as these ten people do not come out, then whoever has to bow to the big brother Yingzheng and consider himself a junior, otherwise it will be disrespectful.

"Okay, if you want some advantage, I'll give it to you. Why don't I choose three, you choose three, and let's choose our own advantages, let's compare?"

But it's obvious that Brother Min is not the kind of person who obediently bows his head and admits cowardice.

You said you want to change the event, that's fine!

Let's split half and half, and we lose in a while, so don't deny it!
Faced with Brother Min's powerful straight punch, Brother Zheng lowered his head and gritted his teeth for a few seconds before agreeing. He knew that he couldn't really decide all the competitions.

Otherwise, the audience and referees outside the court will be unhappy.

As a result, the two sides got together and discussed what competition project to propose next in order to win.

Li Fei and Brother Min don't need to think about it at all.

Winning two sports directly, and taking out a 'number', that is, mathematics, basically accounts for 50% of the winning rate.

Next, let's see how Brother Zheng makes his moves.

But what if you change your mind?

If these two sports of mine are a sure win no matter how you compare them, why would you want to grab these two?

Abandon these two and win the other two literary and art projects. Isn't that the four projects that are firmly in hand?
10 minutes later
The two emperors looked at each other again and said their proposals.

"My lord, Li Shimin, proposes Yuhe to shoot, and there are still a few!"

"The emperor wins the government, and proposes to defend and shoot, and there are still a few!"

When he heard Brother Zheng actually mentioned the exact same project, Brother Min's face darkened, but his heart burst into laughter.

Everyone knows that Brother Zheng is unlikely to win in sports, so if he doesn't compete for these two things, there is a 90% probability that he will lose.

"Xing Laozi will let you lose your heart!"

Faced with yet another stalemate, Brother Min with a gloomy face chose to 'compromise', but it was not a complete compromise.

Because he knows that no matter what sport Zhengge chooses, Li Shimin's background in the first half of his military life can help him win both.

Since you want to do something about it.

Then I follow you!

I want to convince you of losing!

"Since I let you go, next, we have to compare my project, why not start with 'Le'?"

Brother Min didn't persist on this issue for too long, which disappointed Brother Zheng. He originally wanted to mess around on this issue for a while.

It's not that Brother Zheng has any hidden tendency to play tricks.

But this game is not limited to the game.

Outside of the game, before the game started, it was a good opportunity to dig a hole to gain a slight advantage.

Using various methods to disturb Brother Min's mind, frustrate his momentum, and destroy his mentality are all part of the basic psychological game.

Only a silly child can win the competition dignifiedly.

"For music, the widow knows how to order Daqin music, um, what is he doing?"

Brother Zheng was thinking about whether he should call his exclusive royal band.

He saw that Brother Min had already put on a baseball cap on his head, holding a microphone in his hand, and rapping extremely coquettishly on the spot.

Hearing this, brother Zheng's face darkened.

The majestic king of a great country actually sings about a country without any etiquette.
Um?Why are they cheering?
"Brother Min! Brother Min! Brother Min!"

"Brother Min, come one more! You sing so well! I would like to call you the RAP emperor among the emperors!"

"I didn't expect to hear Li Shimin sing a Tang-style rap for me in my lifetime!"

Hearing and seeing the overwhelming cheers and applause from the melon-eating crowd, Brother Zheng's heart skipped a beat and he broke out in a cold sweat.

I was tricked!

He lost this psychological game!
Because Li Shimin, a bastard, didn't aim at those two sports from the beginning, he knew that he would win no matter what!
So I deliberately set a trap and let myself grab those two!

Hey!
Zheng Ge, who didn't want to make a fool of himself in the matter of 'le', he just gave up and didn't even want to compete.

Brother Min, who won the city first, grinned and said, "Since I chose first, then the second round is up to you to decide."

"Then, are we competing in mathematics or archery? Or who do you want to compare in terms of driving skills?"

"Heh, the villain is successful!"

Brother Zheng is naturally not an ordinary person, his brain is working rapidly, and he directly chooses archery first among the three events.

"Let's compare shots!"

"Okay! Bring the bow!"

Brother Min responded, stretched out his right hand, took the big bow brought up by the general, and said modestly, "My widow, I learned some martial arts when I was young. You can barely bear it!"

After the orc held the target, he inserted two targets into the soil a hundred steps away.

Brother Min, who claims to be reluctant, has luck in his dantian, draws his big bow, swishes three arrows, two ten rings, and one nine rings.

It shocked everyone including Li Fei.

Who would have thought that an old emperor in his fifties, whose martial arts had been neglected for at least ten years, picked up his bow again, and scored 50 rings with three arrows.

This is Li Shimin!
This is Li Shimin of Dongtu Datang version!
This hand archery!Simply incredible!

Seeing that my lord made such a steady shot today, the civil and military members of the Tang Dynasty who were still a little worried just now gave him a flattering meal.

After playing, I still don't forget to challenge Qin Guo.
referee!referee!That bastard Yingzheng wants to cheat! ! !
When everyone saw Yingzheng's side, three or forty people moved out a bed crossbow, three black lines squeezed out from everyone's forehead.

Compared with archery, do you use a bed crossbow? ? ?

Won't your conscience ache!
Isn't this the same as when shooting with a firearm, when others use a revolver, you just move out the Gatling machine gun!
This is definitely playing a rogue!

Standing behind the crossbow on the bed, Brother Zheng looked at the stunned Brother Min, and asked quite proudly, "Well, my Daqin's bow is a bit big, please bear with it!"

Hearing this rather familiar line, Li Fei glared at Peng Nan beside him.

You said you should learn some internet trendy vocabulary, that's fine, why do you have to bring these emperors on the road?

It makes them talk now, ancient and not ancient, white and not white, and sometimes they say some words that are put together in a style of painting, which is completely a stitching monster.

My Daqin's bow is a bit big, you bear with it?

You listen, you listen, this damn confused sentence meaning, has reached the point of insanity!
Peng Nan, who was threatened by Li Fei's eyes for a while, defended weakly, "It can't be all my fault, the thirst for knowledge of the three of them is really terrifying."

(End of this chapter)