Chapter 96 Defeat Again
The setting sun hangs slantingly, 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 stood 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 on the third step.
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 suddenly, turned around and brandished his sword, pointing the tip of the sword at the porter: "Who?!"
The concierge was an old man with a white beard and white eyebrows, white hair and a boyish face. 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 fear 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 and 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 Rites, and he is also the prince, so he can't turn him away, right? That would be too rude."
"Uncle, can you still be reasonable with this bastard?" Cheng Tianfeng gritted his teeth.
Chu Zhiyuan, a despicable villain, ruined Tian Yinjue and stole the Heart-Questing Sword, but he still had the nerve to come here?
Mo Chunyu waved his hand.
The concierge looked at Cheng Tianfeng, apologetically clasped his fists and walked out.
"Uncle, you go, I won't go!"
"Don't want to hear what he has to say?"
"No need!"
"That's okay." Mo Chunyu frowned secretly when he saw him like this.
Are you afraid of meeting Chu Zhiyuan? Are you 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 Cheng Tianfeng following him, walking side by side with him, and couldn't help but smile.
Cheng Tianfeng snorted: "Listen to what this guy farts."
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.
Become friends with Chu Zhiyuan?
This is the funniest joke in the world!
He and I were enemies of life and death, but because of each other's identities and the Grand Master's obstruction, we couldn't kill him.
If they all become great masters, they will definitely 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 heavy as water, and I will not be shaken easily.
Even if you are among flowers, you can keep your mind active and your mind calm.
But as soon as he met Chu Zhiyuan, he immediately lost his calm, uncontrollable anger surged, and he was furious.
Are they natural enemies?
……
The two of them arrived at the front yard with calm expressions, and saw Chu Zhiyuan and Zou Fang slowly turning around the screen wall, and the two sides immediately faced each other.
Chu Zhiyuan cupped his fists and smiled: "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.
This Cheng Tianfeng is really talented and should not be underestimated.
Mo Chunyu smiled and said nothing.
Cheng Tianfeng hummed: "It's very good. Brother Chu, are you also very good?"
"It's okay." 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. I really gained a lot."
As soon as he heard about the harvest, Cheng Tianfeng immediately thought of his losses, Tian Yinjue and Wenxin Dao.
Of course, if you steal your own Heart-Questing Sword, 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 use to save my life.
This bastard actually stole it while he was doing it. He is so ungrateful!
Chu Zhiyuan sighed: "Winning or losing is a common thing. 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: "And Brother Cheng, you have never been able to do your best. You are very frustrated and unconvinced, aren't you?"
"It's good that you know."
"How about we compete again?" Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile.
"Huh -?" Cheng Tianfeng frowned and stared at him, trying to see clearly what he was going to do.
If you have another fight, can you win?
He thought quickly and compared the pros and cons of the two.
Chu Zhiyuan was strong and fast, but his swordsmanship was rough. He relied on these two and was considered a reckless man.
I have been thinking hard these past two days and have found a way to restrain him.
You must not spare any effort when fighting him, you must not hold anything back, and 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.
As long as you don't kill him, he came here on his own initiative anyway. 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, saying nothing and only watching the confrontation between the two.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "Brother Cheng, do you want to have a show? 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 put away all his little tricks."
"What little move?"
"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 that I am a person who never holds grudges."
Chu Zhiyuan laughed.
Not a word of this can be believed.
"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 get involved in 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 Master, please be your guarantee!"
"Your Majesty..."
"Uncle Master!"
"Oh...you guys——!" Mo Chunyu finally nodded slowly: "That's all, I guarantee that the prince will not make any other small moves."
"Not only me, but also Prince Qing's Mansion and Duke Anguo's Mansion."
"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.
"Go!"
Cheng Tianfeng's brocade robe puffed up, and he unsheathed his sword with his left hand. It was smooth and light, and turned into a bolt of lightning in an instant.
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.
Questioning the sky, life and death only depend on the will of heaven. If God wants you to die, you will die, and if God wants you to live, you will live.
It is to put yourself in this desperate situation and burst out with 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 stepped back a foot and shook the Qingying sword.
A few drops of blood were thrown out, and the sword body regained its clarity like a pool of autumn water.
Cheng Tianfeng stood there, motionless as if frozen.
Mo Chunyu frowned and appeared behind Cheng Tianfeng in a flash. He put his right palm on his vest and quickly sealed several large acupoints on his left shoulder with his left hand.
The left shoulder is covered with bones.
This was the power of the sword. Just a slight brush with the tip of the sword caused the flesh and blood on his shoulder to explode, 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 white 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."
He looked 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 calmly nodded and said: "Good swordsmanship."
He could see that Chu Zhiyuan's swordsmanship was even better than that night. In just two days, he had gotten a lot better. He was indeed a prodigy.
The prince's defeat was not unjust at all.
Chu Zhiyuan looked at Cheng Tianfeng: "Brother Cheng? Brother Cheng?!"
He felt that this was not safe and would only make matters worse.
(End of chapter)