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Chapter 266 Emperor Cultivation Manual (9)

Shang Zhiyuan was already four or five years older than the little emperor, and even taller than his peers. Both of them were sitting on big horses, which made Shang Yufan look pitiful in comparison.

Qing Zhou watched the scene calmly, and clenched his hands slightly into fists.

At the beginning of the competition, Shang Zhiyuan's moves were quite fierce from the beginning, with the idea of ​​making Shang Yufan look ugly.

A few times, he intentionally used his saber to trip the legs of the little emperor's horse. The little emperor was half lying on the horse, and he was very reluctant to deal with it.

Not to mention counterattacking back, even dodging is very difficult.

He could only lead the horse to control the direction so that he would not fall.

At this moment, Shang Zhiyuan suddenly smiled, raised the bow and arrow in his hand, and the point of the arrow pointed at the upper body of the little emperor!

When the arrow left the string, it shot straight at the little emperor's head!

The little emperor was startled suddenly, and subconsciously lowered his body to avoid it, but he couldn't take care of the bottom for a moment, and he didn't have time to avoid the opponent's horse legs.

Immediately, he was bumped heavily by the unbalanced horse.

The small body rolled over on the horse's back and nearly fell to the ground!

Fortunately, he grasped the rein in time, controlled the balance of the horse, and managed to stabilize his figure on the horse's back.

Seeing this, Shang Zhiyuan not only didn't feel sorry, but looked at the disheveled little emperor and laughed out loud.

"Your Majesty's riding skills are not very good!"

Qingzhou looked at all this on the field, on the surface calm, but in fact, there was a slight light in the palm of his hand.

The little emperor rested on the horseback for a while, then straightened his back, and said in a childish but neither humble nor overbearing tone: "There are still many shortcomings, thank you, Mr. Shang, for your advice."

Look at the cute-looking little milk baby who is forced to mature.

Although the people present never took the emperor seriously, they couldn't help feeling a little bit of sympathy in their hearts. On the contrary, they felt a little bit more disgusted with Shang Zhiyuan who was arrogant and domineering.

It is contemptible to bully the small by the big, but you are still complacent and proud?

So was the regent's tutor.

Shang Zhiyuan didn't know that his reputation had been slightly damaged, so he rode his horse and continued to attack, teasing the little emperor with a few tricks.

But the little emperor was lucky, and he was firm in his heart. Although he was embarrassed, he never fell off the horse.

Just when Shang Zhiyuan was about to ride his horse to shoot down the little emperor, he suddenly staggered heavily when he sat down on the horse, as if he had tripped over something, and lost his balance in an instant!

This change was so sudden that even his opponent Shang Yu Fan didn't notice it.

The little emperor subconsciously took a few steps back on his horse, and reacted suddenly in the next second. He decisively drew the bow and drew the arrow, and shot towards Shang Zhiyuan with one arrow!

The form changed suddenly.

However, Shang Zhiyuan was not as lucky as Shang Yufan. In order to avoid the little emperor's arrow and to control his uncontrollable horse, he turned over and jumped off.

The crowd was in an uproar.

This competition turned out to be Shang Yufan who won in the end.

However, this victory was hard-won. The little boy on the horseback had disheveled hair and sweat on his forehead. He didn't have the slightest appearance that an emperor should have, but his pair of black eyes looked extraordinarily bright.

The little ball of light slowly floated back to Qing Zhou's side, hiding on her body.

Hidden strength and name.

Shang Zhiyuan couldn't believe this result, he frowned and shouted loudly: "Someone must have tampered with my horse! How could I lose!"

As he spoke, he gave the little emperor a hard look: "Your Majesty can't afford to lose, so you won't frame me!"

(End of this chapter)