The setting sun slants and the sky is filled with red clouds.

Outside Dazhen Hall

Chu Zhiyuan stood at the foot of the steps and looked at the layout of Dazhen Pavilion.

The door opened, and six guards in white stood on both sides of the majestic stone lions.

The six young guards in white were each standing lazily, but their right hands were pressing the handles of their swords, exuding a formidable aura, like tigers taking a nap.

From what he saw with his super-sense, the nimble-footed concierge walked inside, passed through the front yard, went back through the two moon gates, and came to a small courtyard at the third entrance. In the small courtyard, Cheng Tianfeng was practicing his sword.

The thin old man Mo Chunyu watched from the sidelines.

The concierge came in cautiously and announced the name of the visitor.

As soon as he heard the words Prince Qing, Cheng Tianfeng stopped abruptly, turned around and swung his sword, pointing the tip of the sword at the concierge: "Who?!"

The concierge was an old man with white eyebrows and white hair. He hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Your Majesty, I am the eldest son of Prince Da Jingqing and a member of the Ministry of Rites." "Chu Zhiyuan?!" Cheng Tianfeng stared at him coldly.

When the concierge saw that Cheng Tianfeng, who had always been calm and calm, suddenly turned a little ferocious, he felt awe in his heart and nodded hastily: "It's him." "What is this bastard doing?" Cheng Tianfeng gritted his teeth: "Is he here to show off his power? "

"Call in, go to the front hall." Mo Chunyu said. Cheng Tianfeng looked at him.

Mo Chunyu said: "After all, he is a member of the Ministry of Etiquette, and he is also the prince, so he can't turn him away, right? That would be too rude." "Uncle, can you be reasonable with this bastard?" Cheng Tianfeng said through gritted teeth.

Chu Zhiyuan, a despicable villain, ruined Tian Yinjue and stole the Heart-Questing Knife, but he still had the nerve to come here? Mo Chunyu waved his hand.

The concierge looked at Cheng Tianfeng, apologized and walked out with fists in his arms. "Uncle, you go, I won't go!"

"Don't want to hear what he has to say?" "No need!"

"That's okay." Seeing him like this, Mo Chunyu frowned secretly. Now he was afraid of seeing Chu Zhiyuan? Was he afraid?

If you are really afraid, it will be a bit troublesome. I am afraid you already have inner demons. It will be difficult for you to be a grand master, let alone a grand master.

He frowned secretly and walked forward.

Halfway through, he found that Cheng Tianfeng was following him, walking side by side with him, and he couldn't help but smile. Cheng Tianfeng hummed, "Listen to what this guy farted."

Mo Chunyu said: "The discussion is just a discussion. There is no need to treat them as life and death enemies. After all, we are already allies." "Hey." Cheng Tianfeng shook his head and sneered.

Becoming friends with Chu Zhiyuan? This is the most ridiculous joke in the world!

He and I are life-and-death enemies, but because of each other's status and being blocked by the Grand Master, we can't kill him. If we both become Grand Masters, we will definitely kill each other. We must kill each other.

"Even if we can't be friends, don't be arrogant on the surface. It shows that we are not brave enough and broad-minded." "..Yes."

Cheng Tianfeng quickly adjusted his expression. He took a deep breath.

It's also strange. I have always been emotionally stable and my heart is as sinking as water, and I will not be shaken easily. Even if I am among flowers, I can keep my heart active and calm.

But as soon as he met Chu Zhiyuan, he immediately lost his calm, uncontrollable anger surged, and he was furious. Could it be that he was a natural enemy?

The two of them came to the front yard calmly, and saw Chu Zhiyuan and Zou Fang slowly turning around the screen wall. The two sides immediately faced each other. Chu Zhiyuan cupped his fists and smiled and said, "Mr. Mo, Brother Cheng, how are you doing lately?"

He saw that Cheng Tianfeng's breath was stable and his expression was stable, and he was quite impressed. It was not easy to adjust his mentality so quickly. Cheng Tianfeng was really talented and should not be underestimated.

Mo Chunyu smiled and said nothing.

Cheng Tianfeng hummed: "Very good. Brother Chu, you are also very good, right?" "Not bad." Chu Zhiyuan smiled.

Cheng Tianfeng said: "If you beat me, you must be proud of yourself. After countless banquets, how can you still have time to come here?" Chu Zhiyuan said: "I specially found time to visit Brother Cheng and have a discussion with Brother Cheng. Really? The harvest is huge." As soon as he heard about the harvest, Cheng Tianfeng immediately thought of his losses, Tian Yinjue and Wenxin Dao.

If you steal your own Heart-Questing Knife, of course you will gain a huge harvest!

This is the top rare treasure in the world, a magic weapon that can break the gang, and a trump card that I can use to save my life.

This bastard actually stole it while he was doing it. He is so unworthy of a human being!

Chu Zhiyuan sighed: "Winning or losing is normal. I won by chance. Prince, please don't indulge in it too much. The outcome of the next competition will be unpredictable." Cheng Tianfeng sneered.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Besides, Brother Cheng, you haven't been able to do your best. You feel aggrieved and dissatisfied, right?" "It's good that you know."

"How about we have another spar?" Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile.

"Hmm -?" Cheng Tianfeng frowned and stared at him, wanting to see clearly what he was going to do. If there was another fight, could he win?

He thought quickly and compared the pros and cons of the two.

Chu Zhiyuan is strong and fast, but his swordsmanship is rough. He relies on these two, and he is a reckless man. I have been thinking hard for the past two days and have found a way to restrain him.

When fighting against him, you must not spare any effort or hold anything back. You must use all your strength to kill him with one blow.

It's a pity that the Heart-Questing Knife was stolen by him, but there is no need to say this. Just think about it and you will know that he will not admit it.

In addition to the Wenxin Sword, there is also the Heaven-Breaking Sword Art. With his own cultivation, plus the Heaven-Breaking Sword Art, it is enough to severely injure him. It’s okay not to kill him, since he came here on his own initiative.

As long as Uncle Mo is here, it is impossible to kill him.

"Brother Cheng, do you want to give it a try? Give it your all and give it a try." ".."

Cheng Tianfeng still frowned and stared at him.

He wanted to find out what Chu Zhiyuan wanted to do first.

Mo Chunyu seemed to be deaf and mute. He said nothing and only watched the confrontation between the two. Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "Brother Cheng, do you want to have a fight? If you don't come, forget it." "...What are the conditions?"

Cheng Tianfeng gritted his teeth and asked in a deep voice.

"After this fight, Brother Cheng stopped all his little tricks." "What little tricks?"

"Brother Cheng, if people don't tell secret stories, it's just the two of us, why should we pretend to be confused?" "I really don't understand."

"Then forget it, just pretend I never said this and say goodbye." Chu Zhiyuan turned around and left.

He and Zou Fang had just walked to the screen wall and were about to leave when Cheng Tianfeng finally said: "Wait a minute!" Chu Zhiyuan turned around and looked back.

"Okay, okay." Cheng Tianfeng shook his head and sighed: "You may not know how I am. I never hold grudges." Chu Zhiyuan laughed.

I can't believe a word of this.

"Whether what you say is true or false, I promise you." "Brother Cheng won't lie to me, right?"

"You can't trust me?!" Cheng Tianfeng stared at him coldly: "Then why did you come here!"

Chu Zhiyuan turned to look at Mo Chunyu, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Mr. Mo, if you guarantee, I will believe you." A smile appeared on Mo Chunyu's lean face: "I will not interfere with the matters between you, Your Majesty. "Then say goodbye!" Chu Zhiyuan turned around and left again.

"Wait a minute!" Cheng Tianfeng snorted impatiently: "It's the same thing again!" Chu Zhiyuan looked at him with a smile.

"Uncle, please be your guarantee!" "Your Majesty..." "Uncle!"

"Oh... you guys——!" Mo Chunyu finally nodded slowly: "That's all, I guarantee that the Crown Prince will not make any other small moves." "Not only me, but also our Prince Qing's Palace and Duke Anguo's Palace."

"Chu Zhiyuan, don't go too far!"

"Compared to what Brother Cheng did, it's not too much at all!" "Okay, okay, I promise you, I won't provoke Xiao Ruoling anymore!" Chu Zhiyuan looked at Mo Chunyu.

Mo Chunyu nodded.

"Then please enlighten me!" Chu Zhiyuan unsheathed his sword and pointed the tip at Cheng Tianfeng. "Here!"

Cheng Tianfeng's brocade robe puffed up, he unsheathed his sword with his left hand, and it turned into a flash of lightning.

This sword is better than any sword he used at the palace night banquet. It is the concentration of his energy and spirit, and it is the most powerful move. Ask the sky and ask the sky, life and death only ask the will of God, if God wants you to die, you will die. Live if you want to live.

It is to put yourself in this desperate situation and exert power far beyond yourself. "Okay!"

Chu Zhiyuan drank softly and disappeared in a flash.

The next moment, he appeared in front and collided with the tip of Cheng Tianfeng's sword.

"Boom!" Amidst the muffled sound, the sword light shined brightly, like a small sun falling. In the light, Chu Zhiyuan floated back a foot and shook the Qingying sword.

A few drops of blood were thrown out, and the sword body returned to a pool of autumn water. However, Cheng Tianfeng stood there, motionless as if frozen.

Mo Chunyu frowned, and appeared behind Cheng Tianfeng in a flash. His right palm touched his vest, and his left hand quickly sealed several large acupuncture points on his left shoulder. The left shoulder was covered with bones.

This was the power of the sword. Just the tip of the sword lightly brushed against him, and the flesh and blood on his shoulder exploded to pieces, leaving only white bones.

He then took out a small jade bottle from his sleeve, bit open the stopper with his teeth, poured out two red pills and pressed them directly onto the bones. Cheng Tianfeng stood there in despair, staring at the sky, confused.

Chu Zhiyuan returned the sword to its sheath, cupped his fists and said, "Brother Cheng, I'm offended."

Looking at Mo Chunyu sheepishly: "Brother Cheng's speed is too fast. I have tried my best to avoid it. There is really nothing I can do." Mo Chunyu nodded with a sullen face: "Good swordsmanship."

He could see that Chu Zhiyuan's swordsmanship was even better than that night. In just two days, he had become much stronger. He was indeed a prodigy. The prince's defeat was not unjust at all.
Chapter completed!