บท 205: Pulling the Bow (3)

The long black bow looked like an eagle as it spread its wings and soared above the sky.

The tight bow pulled a perfect arc in Shen Yanxiao's hands.

What was even more shocking was that when she pulled the bowstring, the dull and soulless dark purple bow was instantly bathed in soft purple light. It looked like a purple star that glowed so brightly.

Great Master Duan was stunned, and his hand that held the cigarette trembled lightly. He was shocked by the kid that stood at the shooting range.

Shen Yanxiao was also shocked as she watched the longbow gradually brighten. If that unpulled bow was considered obsidian, then at that moment, it had become the most dazzling purple star in the universe.

"That was great!" Great Master Duan walked toward Shen Yanxiao excitedly. His previous arrogance had totally disappeared, and there was only passion in his eyes.