May is the month of martial arts. After the competition of swords, guns, swords and bows, the most important "World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament" begins.

Regardless of weapons, skills, or realms, as long as it is martial arts, all means can be used, and even martial arts saints will compete.

Peng Yu and the god kings were chatting about the "poisonous curses" of the immortal kings, and the venue below was filled with people.

Zhuan Yun and his wife Ni Wanru were also there. They came for Zhuan Yang.

Ni Wanru took the plums and put them into her mouth one after another.

"How long has it been since you started eating sour food?"

Zhuan Yun checked his pulse with worry in his eyes.

"How about we go back and find an imperial physician to take a look?"

"It's okay, I'm in good health." After all, Ni Wanru had some cultivation. Although she felt that the little life in her belly was gradually taking shape, she didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead, she felt happy to be a mother.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the side and pinched Ni Wanru's wrist to diagnose.

"No problem, my pulse is very good."

Seeing Peng Yu appearing from beside them, Zhuan Yun silently moved his position.

"Why are you here?"

"I have something to do with you."

Peng Yu glanced at Ni Wanru.

Ni Wanru stood up knowingly: "You guys chat, I'll go find Lan'er."

With that said, she went to the next box to look for Zhuan Lan.

Zhuan Yun closed the curtain and said displeasedly: "In full view of everyone, Your Highness, don't come over casually, lest others misunderstand."

His eyes were rolling on Peng Yu's head. He vaguely felt that Peng Yu's appearance today was a little strange. Is it because of his hairstyle?

"Have you had your hair trimmed?"

Mentioning this matter, Peng Yu's face darkened: "Don't mention it, you're being tricked."

He briefly mentions the battles between god-kings and immortal kings.

When Zhuan Yun heard about "dislocation and hair loss", he took a breath of air.

"Isn't this too poisonous? No wonder King Su and King Wen didn't show up."

Zhuan Yun reached out and Peng Yu subconsciously opened it.

"Don't move, let me check."

"I've broken the curse, what else can I check?"

But he didn't stop him and allowed Zhuan Yun to remove his crown and check his slightly sparse hair.

"There is nothing wrong with the hair follicles. They are broken from the root of the hair and will grow back in a few days. If you use the 'hair growth decoction' in advance, it will break again. It is a time-sensitive spell that imposes a certain state. The time is roughly

One to three days? A prank spell with zero lethality and extremely insulting."

After seeing the effect of this spell, Zhuan Yun silently wrote it down.

This spell is not very lethal, but it should have a miraculous effect on those women who love beauty. For example, take the opportunity to disturb the mind and succeed in a sneak attack?

Next, there is Kunfang’s dislocation curse.

Peng Yu handed him the jade pendant, and Zhuan Yun analyzed the jade pendant and relisted the spells. The two learned them together and even conducted experiments on each other.

…

Ni Wanru arrived at Zhuansun's box and sat with Zhuan Lan.

I just look over at my box from time to time.

"What on earth were those two talking about when they closed the curtain?"

Ni Wanru was somewhat sensitive to the subtle relationship between Zhuan Yun and King Zhao.

The two were both enemies and friends, and their attitude was somewhat ambiguous.

Now, is there going to be a fight?

"Sister-in-law, look! Third brother is over!"

"The challenger is Yunyang Crown Prince Zhuan Yang. The defender is Lingyang Marquis Murong Zheng."

Along with the host's voice, the audience burst into endless applause.

Ni Wanru saw the curtain on her side of the house was opened, and her husband and Prince Zhao were touching their wrists and paying attention to the battle on the field.

It hurts so much!

Peng Yu moved his left hand and looked at Zhuan Yun fiercely.

Zhuan Yun shook his dislocated wrist and stared back angrily.

He hurts too, okay?

"The Dislocation Curse is really useful. If you hit the Martial Saint suddenly during the battle, you can easily break the attack. Of course, it is of no use to you. If you can break your defense of the Heavenly Gang Qi, you won't be afraid of it.

"However, this fight has served as a reminder. Those Immortal Lords have been practicing for millions of years, and their secret techniques and poisonous curses are endless. With the methods of the Martial Saints, it may be difficult to resist them."

Powerful spells involving the changes of yin and yang and the five elements of vitality, the reversal of mountains and rivers, and the rise and fall of the sun and the moon are large in scale and mainly focus on vitality attacks.

The Martial Saint's own body-protecting energy can withstand it, or he can directly break the spell with his tyrannical brute force.

However, small curses that are similar to pranks involve the laws of heaven in the hands of the immortal kings, but they are difficult to guard against.

"My cousin has sent a message to the War Temple, so it should be fine, right? In a few months, the method to break the curse will be available. What's the big deal, let them bring the tiger charm token made by Junsha?"

Zhuan Yang stood on the ring and calmly fought against the young master of the Lingyang Hou family.

Ling Tian's Nine Transformations?

I'm familiar with this stuff and use it frequently.

Zhuan Yang only used eight moves to kick Murong Zheng out.

The martial arts tournament is an arena system and is hosted by the God of War. After defeating an opponent, it will automatically return to full strength.

Since Zhuan Yang started defending the ring, each opponent came on stage and was eliminated within ten moves, without exception.

Peng Yu and Zhuan Yun had smiles on their faces, happily watching Zhuan Yang show off.

"The challenger is Gu Yu, the defender is Zhuan Yang."

"Gu Yu?"

Zhuan Yun and Peng Yu sat up and looked at the man in green opposite Zhuan Yang with unhappy expressions.

"Hey, you are newly married these days, did you forget to get rid of her?"

"After she came out of confinement, I sent people to keep an eye on her. But she didn't continue to cause trouble for our couple."

"So, are you here to cause trouble for Zhuan Yang?"

Peng Yu sensed Gu Yu's cultivation and his expression was very subtle.

"Taoist Saint? Has she entered the fifth realm?"

"It's just the fifth level of martial arts."

Zhuan Yun frowned, worried about his brother.

A variant of the Taoist Saint and the Martial Saint. He possesses the immortal cultivation of the fourth realm and the martial arts cultivation of the fifth realm. He possesses both the mystery of the immortal way and the destructive power of the martial arts.

Before the path of the Immortal Lord is reopened, the Taoist Saint is the only choice for the masters of the Immortal Family.

On the ring, the two began to fight.

Seeing Gu Yu's fingers moving in unison, strange balls of dark fire suddenly appeared. Peng Yu touched his chin and said gloomily: "I remember that the world's number one martial arts club prohibits magic, right?"

"Theoretically, it is prohibited. However, it is instinct for Taoist saints to perform magic, and it is one of their fighting skills. As long as they are controlled by Gang Qi, without a trace of fairy energy mixed in. Even if the effect of the magic is exerted, it is not a foul."

"In other words, as long as no one is aware of the movement of one's immortal energy and it is covered with Gang Qi, then one can use it on stage?"

Isn't this too detrimental to Zhuan Yang?

"That's right."

Zhuan Yun stared at Gu Yu. He could recognize Gu Yu's spell. It was the "Dark Fire Curse" that he had taught her.

This kind of netherworld fire does not harm the physical body, but it does great harm to the soul.

Gu Yu wants to destroy Zhuan Yun's soul and cut off his foundation!

Zhuan Yun couldn't help but feel angry.

If you have the ability, come to me. What's the point of looking for my brother?

Suddenly, he felt murderous intent next to him.

The murderous intention disappeared in a flash. Zhuan Yun frowned and looked at Peng Yu, who was looking at the ring with a smile.

"Why, what are you looking at me for? Watching the fight. My cousin Gu's skills are quite good."
To be continued...