News of the martial arts competition spread rapidly in the martial arts training ground, and everyone was gearing up.

In the Mingwu Palace, apart from Little Ziyang Jue, they practice top-notch martial arts that suit them, and each has their own unique skills.

In terms of cultivation, Chu Zhiting and Chu Zhichuan are the strongest, followed by the eighteenth prince Chu Mingxuan, and now maybe Chu Zhiyuan.

But they are all acquired realms, and there is no realm crushing. The outcome depends on how well you perform on the spot. Sometimes a single move can determine the outcome.

You win this time, and I may win next time. Everyone has the hope of winning, and it is rare for anyone to win consecutively.

Therefore, they are not convinced by each other, and both want to show off their skills and win the championship in one fell swoop.

Chu Zhiyuan held a book, shook his head and smiled.

He has already figured out the temperaments of these princes and princes.

Although he was born into a wealthy family and was in the palace, the world's biggest fame and fortune fair, it was not as intrigue and intrigue as he imagined.

After all, he is young, full of energy, and at a competitive age. This kind of nature cannot be suppressed.

Especially the eighteenth prince, Chu Mingxuan, loves the excitement the most.

This time he wanted to weigh himself. Everyone else wanted to see how good they were.

This will also determine their attitude towards themselves in the future.

So it's best to convince them.

…

After Chu Zhiyuan looked through some top-level and sub-top-level secrets, he stopped looking at them and focused on his martial arts notes instead.

These martial arts notes may seem incomprehensible to others, even nonsense.

Because of his super-sense, he has a clear and profound understanding of the world and a meticulous observation of himself. His feelings about martial arts notes are completely different.

In just half a day, he felt that he had opened a door and saw a new world.

I have an unprecedented profound understanding of martial arts, heaven and earth, and myself.

These are depths that he himself can hardly reach. If it were not for tens of thousands of years of accumulated wisdom, it would be difficult to reach it with just one person's cognition.

Once the cognition changes and the state of mind is different, the world will be different.

For the same move, the deeper you understand it, the more you can fully appreciate the beauty of each move, and the more flexible and comfortable it will be to perform it, and it can be just right and wonderful.

When you practice, you get twice the result with half the effort and make rapid progress.

In a short period of time, he had different insights into the Little Purple Yang Technique, the Jade Lock Golden Pass Technique, the Near and End Tianya Step, and the Great Snow Bend Sword Technique.

A kind of calmness arises spontaneously from a high position and a clear understanding.

"Bang bang." There was a knock on the door.

Chu Zhiyuan looked up.

The eighteenth prince Chu Mingxuan stood at the door, wrapped in a bright yellow attire and a tall body, with a smile on his face: "Fourth, the competition is about to begin, hurry up!"

Chu Zhiyuan put back the martial arts notes of Hu Jing, the great master of the previous generation.

Chu Mingxuan said: "Fourth, are you ready?"

Chu Zhiyuan came to him and said, "Uncle Eighteen, I'll forget it. I won't participate this time. I won't show my shame for the time being."

"No!...You can't just immerse yourself in practice. You have to compete regularly. There are many benefits. This is a rare opportunity!"

"..." Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said nothing.

"Fourth, don't you want to get my sword?" Chu Mingxuan said with a smile, "It was obtained from a cave, it's very unusual."

"Uncle Eighteen didn't find out where it came from?"

"I like swordsmanship, but I don't have the patience to study that sword. Anyway, it is anything but ordinary. There must be something mysterious about it."

"The secret skills of Mingwu Palace are enough for us to practice."

"Hey, you old man, you are like a little old man. You are not curious or energetic at all. Come on, stop talking!" Chu Mingxuan waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go."

While they were talking, everyone was staring.

"Old Eighteen!" Chu Qingfeng snorted.

Chu Mingxuan chuckled and said, "Uncle Thirteen, you can't be too partial. We all want to know how powerful the Fourth Brother is!"

"Yes, let's meet it."

"Uncle, you can't be too partial."

…

Everyone agreed.

Chu Zhiyuan came to the steps and clasped his fists with a smile: "In that case, it's a shame."

"That's right!" Chu Mingxuan slapped Chu Zhiyuan hard on the shoulder: "Let's go!"

Chu Zhiyuan followed Chu Mingxuan down the steps and stood in the crowd.

Including Chu Zhiyuan, there are a total of thirteen people in Mingwu Hall.

Three princes and ten heirs.

Among the three princes, the eighteenth prince Chu Mingxuan is the oldest, while the others are younger and have mediocre qualifications, almost transparent.

Among the ten princes, apart from Chu Zhiyuan, among the remaining nine, the two who stand out the most are Chu Zhiting and Chu Zhichuan, and the rest are almost transparent.

This is the law of the world, the strong are respected, and the weak are not listened to.

This competition is the best opportunity to express yourself and strengthen your sense of presence. Everyone is gearing up and excited.

Because there are few people, there is not so much emphasis on catching pairs, and the winner advances to the next round.

Round after round, the only winner is finally determined.

This time, Chu Zhiyuan was added and there were thirteen people, so Chu Mingxuan suggested that everyone pick out one person and just compete with the final winner for the top spot.

"Lao Jiu has been number one several times, let him alone." Chu Mingxuan pointed at Chu Zhiting, then looked at Chu Zhichuan: "I just wronged you, Lao Ten."

Chu Zhiting's handsome face was tight, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he couldn't help but feel proud.

Chu Zhichuan is tall and tall, handsome and indifferent: "Uncle Eighteen, why don't I and Brother Ninth have a fight first? Whoever loses will rest."

Chu Zhiting's burly body took a step forward and glared at Chu Zhichuan: "Tenth brother, come on!"

Chu Zhichuan pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Chu Zhiting narrowed his eyes slightly.

The two were on the verge of breaking out.

Chu Qingfeng waved his hand: "Okay, let's still have a round-robin battle between two people. Each person will take turns with everyone, and the four who have won the most matches will compete against each other to decide the winner."

"This is good," Chu Mingxuan said with a smile, stroking his hands: "Listen to Uncle Thirteen!"

He looked at Chu Zhiyuan: "Fourth, how about we have a game first?"

"Uncle Eighteen, please enlighten me."

Chu Zhiyuan withdrew his eyes from Chu Zhiting and Chu Zhichuan and saw that they were still staring at each other with high fighting spirit.

"I won't show mercy, you have to be careful!"

Chu Mingxuan walked to the center of the martial arts training ground with a grin.

"Uncle Eighteen takes the sword." A young man picked up a wooden sword from the weapons rack and threw it to Chu Mingxuan.

Chu Mingxuan took it with his hand, held a sword in his hand gracefully, and looked at Chu Zhiyuan with a smile.

Chu Zhiyuan first went to the weapons rack and picked out a wooden sword.

The heavy wooden sword weighs the same as a real sword. Just by its feel, one would think it was a real sword, like a green-edged sword covered in wood.

Everyone immediately moved out of the way, staring at the field with bright eyes without blinking.

Everyone wanted to take a look at Chu Zhiyuan's true quality. Is he really as powerful as Chu Qingfeng said, or is he just a man with no martial arts skills?

They speculated that his martial arts skills were ordinary.

Because when I heard Chu Zhiyuan say that he wanted to find a footwork, it was obvious that the footwork he originally practiced was not top-notch.

Even if you find a top footwork, you may not have time to master it, and you will definitely not be able to perform it.

It is speculated that he must have worked hard in a prisoner-like environment and practiced the Little Ziyang Jue with all his heart, so that he could achieve the state of perfection he acquired.

Chu Zhiyuan held the sword technique with his left hand and gently stroked the sword's quill from the blade to the tip. Feeling the texture, weight and feel of the wooden sword, he smiled and said: "Uncle Eighteen, I practice fast swords." , don’t be offended if someone offends you.”

"Fourth brother, you have a good tone. Stop talking nonsense and take action!"

Chu Mingxuan shook his sword, his eyes widened, and his aura suddenly changed.

A smiling Maitreya Buddha suddenly transformed into a furious-eyed Vajra, exuding a violent and ferocious aura, as if it could split mountains and rivers with a single knife.

Many secrets flashed quickly in Chu Zhiyuan's mind. He couldn't tell which sword technique it was for a moment, so he turned to his five senses.

The next moment, every move of everyone around him was clearly displayed in his mind, especially Chu Mingxuan's expressions and movements.
To be continued...