The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

The State of Wan is missing a person.

The man's name was Nayu, the strongest warrior in the State of Wan and the most outstanding representative in wrestling.

If Ju Wuzhong is called the God of Archery, then Na Yu is the God of War.

This was the guarantee for Wan State to win the fight this time, but who knew that at this time, Na Yu disappeared.

Booth remained calm and ordered, "Go find it!"

He thought Nayu wouldn't go far, he should be nearby. Maybe he went to the toilet?

The secret guard hesitated to speak.

Booth frowned, "Speak!"

The secret guard whispered, "The latest edition of the Yijing Weekly reported that there is a plague in Guilu City of Wan State and Chicheng of Wusong State. It also said that our king has issued an order to seal off Guilu City, and no one inside can leave."

"Where did the news from the North Wing come from? These damn North Wing people!" Booth gritted his teeth.

In fact, he already knew the news shortly after he set out for the North Wing.

But because he needed Na Yu to ensure Wan's victory, he temporarily blocked the news.

Nayu knew nothing and was kept in the dark, not realizing that his relatives were going to be exterminated.

Almost all of his relatives, near and far, are in Guilu City.

Bushi's desire to kill Emperor Mingde became stronger, and he asked in confusion, "Nayu can't read the Northern Wing language, how did he know?"

The secret guard responded, "The people of the North Wing are discussing. Nayu can't read the North Wing language but can understand the simple words of the North Wing."

Everyone could see that it was the Northern Wing people who were behind this. They were tricked by the Northern Wing people when they were competing in martial arts.

"When did you find out it was missing?" Booth asked.

"Just now. I immediately sent people out to look for it, but they haven't found it yet. I knew the situation was urgent, so I came to report it first." Sweat was already appearing on the secret guard's forehead.

"Useless!" Booth didn't even look at the secret guard. If he wasn't dressed as a guard, he would have kicked him. "Go find him! Turn over the North Wing, and don't let Na Yu return home."

At this time, someone reported to Cen Yuan, "Young Master, Na Yu has been secretly sent out of the capital."

Cen Yuan nodded and continued to watch the game calmly.

Originally, he was still thinking about how to confront this God of War.

If he were to fight the God of War in his best condition, he might win, at least it would be a 50-50 chance.

But he was injured, and there was no guarantee that he would win if he fought a martial god with real punches.

At that time, Cen Yuan received a piece of news.

Plagues broke out successively in Guilu City of Wan State and Chicheng of Wusong State, and both cities have been sealed off.

Na Yu's sister and mother both live in Guilu City, and their whereabouts are unknown.

Booth had been keeping it a secret from Nayu, fearing that he would run away. Now that he had failed to prevent it despite all his precautions, Cen Yuan was just helping Nayu.

He was worried that Nayu would think that Beiyi was deliberately playing tricks and didn't believe that Wan State could do such a thing. So he thought of publishing the news in the newspaper and then letting the people spread it by word of mouth, so that the credibility would naturally be high.

Taking advantage of the chaos today, Nayu found an opportunity to slip away.

At this time, Fu Ling on the field performed well, at least his condition was much more stable than Talu.

The results he achieved on the field today were basically the same as his usual training results.

Four rings, five rings, seven rings, five rings... the highest is eight rings, which is the best result in his life. He didn't even get eight rings during training.

In fact, Fu Ling was mentally prepared for this before going on stage.

What the hell is the best in the world? It's just a joke. Of course, he has the arrogance of a teenager, but facing Wei Yuzhi's dazzling score of 89 rings, he can't say he is better than others.

Overall, he was very satisfied with his performance. It was just a pity that this satisfactory result was crushed by Wei Yuzhi.

The young man was galloping on his horse, looking at Wei Yuzhi from afar, who seemed to be applauding and cheering for him.

He nodded at Wei Yuzhi, and Wei Yuzhi also nodded at him.

Both sides were quite friendly and there was no expression of life and death on their faces.

Fu Ling left the stage with a total score of 58 rings, and it was the turn of the youngest player, Ge Luo, to take the stage.

Ge Luo asked, "Brother Fu Ling, did you just feel the 'God's guidance' that the Arrow God mentioned?"

Fu Ling was stunned, "I... forgot the feeling."

Yes, he completely forgot what the Arrow God said.

Because there were too many problems in Wan State, he only wanted to get the results of his usual training steadily, even if the results were very bad. Where did he think about feeling the "guidance of God"?

Fu Ling patted Ge Luo's little shoulder and said, "Go, Ge Luo, God is calling you."

Golo was only fourteen years old and was the most delicate and good-looking boy in the delegation.

His family was a royal family with many brothers and sisters. He was the best archer among his brothers and had extraordinary talent since childhood.

Many people say that he is the person in Wan State who is most like the Archery God Ju Wuzhong.

This "likeness" does not refer to his appearance, but to his experience. He was less than eight years old, but he traveled all over the world and became famous.

Ge Luo walked into the arena and announced loudly, "Wan Guo, Ge Luo!"

He whistled and the warhorse came galloping over.

He climbed onto the horse lightly, whispered a few words to the horse, and then stroked its fur. In short, his little movements before going on stage were no less than Tang Xinghe's.

But people are always willing to be more tolerant towards good-looking people. No one urges him and gives him enough respect.

Golo closed his eyes and slowly rode his horse at a leisurely pace.

As the horse walked, it sped up.

The speed is added up slowly, add a little speed after running one lap, and add a little speed again after running one lap.

Someone in the stands asked, "Hey, didn't the Wan Guo kid fall asleep on the horse?"

“I’m praying to God.”

"Look, he is looking up with his head tilted back. He must be praying for God's blessing."

"Isn't it too late to pray now? God said, I don't see you respecting me normally, but now you come to beg me, then I can't see it...hahahaha..."

Only Wei Yuzhi on the sidelines knew exactly what Ge Luo was feeling at the moment. He knew that Ge Luo was carefully feeling the wind, observing its shape, and calculating its speed.

This is a very mysterious feeling. If he had not tried it himself, he would have thought it was just an adjective used by literati.

But the fact is that the wind does have a shape. He can accurately calculate the wind's speed based on the shape of the wind, and then decide how hard to pull the bow.

When it came to the sixth round, Ge Luo suddenly opened his beautiful eyes, drew the bow and pulled the string, moving smoothly and seamlessly.

Whoosh! Eight rings!

The North Wing people were stunned.

Oh my god! Eight rings! Isn't that the same as Wei Yuzhi's first arrow?

Ahhhhhhh….I’m so panicked!

Everyone on the field gasped, and Wei Yuzhi also clenched his fists nervously.

Emperor Mingde kept looking at Cen Yuan, but his heartless son-in-law never looked back at him from beginning to end.

He now urgently needs his son-in-law to be by his side and say some encouraging words to calm his pounding heart.

Eunuch Qi didn't know what was wrong with him. He said what he was thinking, "Don't worry, your son-in-law will only say one thing when he comes, 'Go to bed, you can dream about anything'..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong and ran away.

"Get back here!" Emperor Mingde was furious. He grabbed Eunuch Qi by the collar and ordered, "Go, call my son-in-law and tell him that I have something important to discuss..."