He looked at Gu Jiao, who was being supported by Chang Jing: "Oh? Not lightly injured, huh."
Gu Jiao waved a finger to greet him.
Hello, little lackey.
Chu Feipeng saw the big bow in Tang Yueshan's hand and understood that the arrow that had just pierced his sleeve was shot by this person.
What a sharp archery skill!
The bow in his hand is a three-stone bow. Ordinary archers use a one-stone bow, only certain divine archers in the military camp with remarkable arm strength use a two-stone bow.
So what kind of mutant is this man to be able to draw a three-stone bow?
Tang Yueshan hadn't noticed Chu Feipeng's gaze looking at him for the moment. He turned his head to look behind the war chariot: "Hey, Gu! Why aren't you coming up yet? How long are you going to hide behind the war chariot? Or do you want to push the war chariot all by yourself?"
Old Marquis glared coldly at Tang Yueshan and gracefully leapt onto the chariot using light skills.
Gu Jiao's eyes instantly widened.
