There was a sound of inhaling in the fence instantly, because Obai was also very tall, almost six feet tall. Two six-foot-long people stood face to face, their eyes met, and a substantial murderous aura continued to flow from the two of them.

It overflows from the body, and others can feel a powerful sense of oppression just by looking at it from a distance.

"I'm sure." Yabulan's eyes became more and more eager.

"Well, that's commendable for your courage!" Baiyintu praised loudly.

"You will regret it." After Oboi said this, he turned around and went to prepare.

"If I can't compete with the best warrior in Manchuria, I will regret it for the rest of my life!" Yabulan, instead of being intimidated by Obai's momentum, became even more excited.

After he came down, he asked Bao Yi to put on the armor for him.

The first game of the competition is a fixed program, riding and shooting!

And they must wear triple armor according to the standards of white-armored soldiers.

"Quick, quick, quick, put on the armor for me." Yabulan got off his horse and called to his servant Zha Liangnian.

Zha Liangnian hurriedly trotted forward to help Yabulan put on his armor. However, because his movements were a little slow, Yabulan was scolded all over his face.

Finally, he kicked Zha Liangnian to the ground.

After working hard for a long time, I finally put on my chain mail, cotton armor with yellow flags, and the outermost straight iron armor, got on the horse again, and took out a pair of longbows.
Chapter completed!