Abdul Martini left the Science Park with satisfaction and a little bit of drunkenness. At least he had a new friend, or, today he had a group of new friends.

They had a pleasant lunch time together, and a little bit of wine made him more satisfied with this new group of friends. Although the talkative Abdul Zhemal spoke a lot, his alcohol content and wine taste were very good.

Now he not only fulfilled his father's request, but also fulfilled his sister's instructions. He was also a little shaking when riding on the horse. Fortunately, it's Huangsha City here, and his mount should not be lost.

"This Zhao Fubo is probably just right for my brother-in-law, and this kid is a good guy!"

Looking at his back, Martin, who was quite satisfied with the result, told himself.

"This is a good start, and a considerable connection will allow Fu Bo to start his career smoothly."

Thinking in his mind, he spread out the drawings all over the table again and planned to do his own work. Martin's notebook was painting some things with the word "ya". As for what it was, he didn't explain, naturally no one knew.

However, Martin was not able to immediately devote himself to work, but Zhao Fubo's name made him more associations.

"Fu Bo... It's true that it's time to hide his strength and keep a low profile! I really didn't expect that the struggle in the Zhao family, which was just rich, would be so fierce that it would be almost as fierce as the palace struggle!"

Suddenly, the four words "Courtary Struggle" seemed to make a flash of inspiration in Martin's head. When he thought of the Zhao family's gold-worship maces that Zhao Fubo told him and the prayers he used, he seemed to think of something.

"The Eighth Prince Zhao Defang, the eight-faced purple gold mace in his hand that beats the foolish lord and slanderous ministers..."

The "Yang Family Generals" broadcast by Liu Lanfang and Tian Lianyuan's "Bao Gong Case" seemed to ring in his ears in an instant.

According to the life of Ma Zhongming, the "three-in-command" Ma Zhongming, in addition to working, chef, worker, and nanny, his real hobby is listening to storytelling. However, when he was a child, he listened on radio and television, and later it became mp3.

"The Zhao family must not have anything to do with the Eight King Zhao Defang. I haven't heard that the Song Dynasty royal family came to the Middle East! And the Southern Song Dynasty is still here, so they won't..."

For a moment, all kinds of speculation came one after another, and it was messy in his head until his thoughts were awakened by some cheers.

"Okay, hit the bull's-eye..."

Young people don’t have any more scheming when they are together. Although little John is not very satisfied with Zhao Fubo, who teaches him Chinese.

But he had to admit that this guy was a natural good archer.

Zhao Fubo has a tall figure and strong muscles, which is the prerequisite for becoming a good archer. Just like John, who shoots archers accurately but cannot drive hard archers, may be called archers, but they are definitely not a good archer on the battlefield.

The archers on the battlefield are not like those used to hunt and defend themselves. Accuracy is one of the things on the battlefield, and the distance is even more deadly. The distance between the bow and arrow undoubtedly requires a strong bow to ensure it.

So a good archer is definitely a good archer, but the latter may not be able to become the former because of its inherent strength problem.

So John, who was eliminated in the first round of shooting, was not dissatisfied, but cheered the people in these competitions according to British customs.

When he screamed excitedly, everyone except Martin was a little strange. However, no one was like Abdul Zhemal, who dared to say anything at any time, whether it was appropriate or not.

"Hey, little John, why is your voice so sharp, like a useless girl! But this is nothing, I've seen a guy before..."

Just as Abdul Zhemal, who was also eliminated, was planning to start his long speech, the second round of the game began.

Muke took a breath, shook his shoulder and pulled the bowstring.

The strong power made him understand that these bows with quite thick arms were all strong bows. What he didn't understand was why such strong bows became easier as they were drawn.

When the bow is full, the force used is so small that it is so small that it makes him puzzled.

"Swoosh..."

When the arrow left the bow and ran towards the target, he also realized another advantage of this bow. That is, this bow is not only low in sound, but also extremely slight tremors that may affect the correct head. He can only comment on this.

"Oh, it's really a good bow!"

Looking at his satisfied appearance, Zhao Fubo explained to him why this kind of bow is getting more and more labor-saving, and answered the "standard answer" that Martin told him.

"Do you know why this kind of bow is getting more and more labor-saving? Because that is the power of science!"

Listening to Zhao Fubo's serious explanation, Martin couldn't help but feel funny. The sentence just now was just a reason for him to use it as an excuse to Zhao Fubo.

"Five years, maybe five years later, I can make him truly a person who knows some new knowledge. Maybe... those are a bit far away, and it takes a lot of money to save his life!"

Although Zhao Fubo is already a little older, the advantage is that he is quick and easy to learn basic knowledge.

I believe that primary school education can be completed in about a year, and Zhao Fubo can make some choices for subsequent knowledge. After all, if he wants to return to the Song Dynasty one day, then military and politics are probably what he should learn.

At this moment, Zhao Fubo didn't care about these things now. He was holding his own Rambo bow in his hand, but he was dreaming that he could beat his elder brother in one fell swoop in the next competition.

"I have never won! This time I read a good book, maybe I can beat me the last time! If that were the case, Yu'er would definitely be happy!"

Although he opened his trick a little slower, it does not mean that he had no idea. As soon as he thought of Shu Yuer's smile, his heart became hot.

But I had already made up my mind to win this home competition. Not only that, I also wanted to get a good ranking at the martial arts competition in the entire Huangsha City.

At least this is what Abdul Martini told him.

"Brother, I dare say that you will definitely win the junior championship this year. Even if I am still at this level this year, I am afraid I will lose in your hands. This year's championship must be yours!"

Zhao Fubo, who was dreaming with a bow in his hand, suddenly thought of something. If he wanted to win the championship of this year's martial arts competition, then this was a very important thing.

"Muk, my little bad horse is still disobedient now, but it won't take long to compete. What should I do?"

Faced with such a thing, Muke could only smile bitterly at his questions.

Whoever asked Zhao Fubo to choose such a "little bad horse". Not only was he disobedient, he even became the biggest opponent of Zhao Fubo.

Look at the horse that Shu Yuer picked, which is beautiful and well-behaved. It is not like the flying fire-burning sky beast, as wild as Zhao Fubo. It is really not wrong to call it "call beast".

Since Zhao Fubo was going to train horses, everyone put down other things and went with him.

"Hey, hey, little John... don't run away, I still have me..."

Martin screamed in a straight voice, but little John, who followed Zhao Fubo to the horse circle like a whirlwind, had long forgotten him, so he had no choice but to call another backup "coachman".

Abdul Zhemal pushed Martin's wheelchair and immediately began his chattering little talk as soon as he approached him.

"Mr. Martin, look at your gray hair. Hoho, it's funny, they're like wool, not only in color, but also in curls. Are you sure you have no kinship with those goats?"

Martin had to sigh helplessly about this matter, and even the airflow blew the beard beside his mouth. As for what he said, he had to pretend that he didn't hear it.

Before Zhao Fubo's people could reach the horse circle, the flying fire-burning beast was already "inhabited and extremely jealous"!

A loud and long hissing sound came from afar.

"It smells you, what exactly did you do that day?"

The little John, who was following Zhao Fubo, asked curiously, that it was also this horse with a weird temper.

It doesn't matter who goes here. It doesn't matter if you feed the horses, brush the horses, or walk the horses. Although it makes people think that it is the caliph in the herd of horses, it finally doesn't lose its temper.

But as soon as you see Zhao Fubo, it will be the beginning of a new war.

"Allah, how did I mess with you? Even if I deceived you, I wouldn't admit my mistake to you. Killing people is just a lie. My brother horses, please forgive me..."

The Flying Fire Burning Sky Beast ignored Zhao Fubo's words and ignored the fresh fruit he inserted on the stick.

But he stood there and neighed from time to time, his voice was as low as the roar of a beast, and his horse's hooves were digging the soil. His raised head seemed to be a nobleman, and his eyes looked at Zhao Fubo as if he saw the nobleman's own groom.

Looking at the horse, Zhao Fubo placed his chin on the wood in the fence and looked at it depressedly, and he couldn't think of any good idea for a while.

But the Flying Fire Sky Beast suddenly stopped roaring and slowly walked towards Zhao Fubo.

"What, is this guy changing his sex!"

The sudden change made everyone hold their breath, and they were guessing in their hearts what the horse wanted to do.

Zhao Fubo looked at the horse walking over, and the expression on his face changed from doubt to surprise.

Because the guy kept raising his head high, he lowered his head at this time, as if he was interested in the fresh fruit on the stick's head.

The change was so fast that it was unbelievable, but Zhao Fubo was excited to shake the stick in his hand.

"This...this is not normal..."

Little John reminded Zhao Fubo to pay attention before he finished speaking. The flying gold-burning beast suddenly opened its mouth wide and bit it at the silly Zhao Fubo.

Martin was stunned, and Abdul Zhemal, who was behind him, asked a question.
Chapter completed!