'After all, I paid the wrong thing...'

Zhao Cuo was not surprised when he heard the female devil's unhesitating voice, but it was still within his expectation. Since it was the Queen Mother who asked him to do it, then since it was an order to beat someone, it didn't matter if he didn't kill him.

"Your Highness is kind and respectful, so it is better to obey."

He smiled and cupped his hands, stood up elegantly and landed on the stage. This free and easy gesture immediately attracted the exclamations of several unreserved girls, and many young women also blushed.

'It's not that I want to be cool.'

Young Master Zhao's smile remained unchanged as he looked at the Prince of Qi opposite, whose face became slightly stiff. The Love Gu, which was smelted from Pure Love Gu and Burning Gu, was purely a freak. Charm was simply a passive skill that could not be turned off.

"Sister Zhao, your young father-in-law is so handsome."

A slender woman leaned into Zhao Sangxin's ear and whispered.

"This guy just loves the limelight."

Miss Zhao looked at her younger brother on the stage with a trace of melancholy in her eyes. It didn't matter that her baby always made outsiders greedy. Can't this bad guy keep a low profile?

"Please give me some advice from Mr. Zhao!"

The Crown Prince of Qi snorted and threw a long sword towards Zhao Cuo.

"please."

Zhao Cuo took the sword and made a starting stance. He could see that the Crown Prince's martial arts cultivation was only at the first level, but the sword competition was not a battle of skills. What was seen was the martial arts of both sides. Only with strong martial arts can one

Will use extraordinary power in this kind of competition.

This shows that the prince of Qi is not a fool.

He was overconfident in his swordsmanship.

'Today I will let a Xiantian realm cultivator plus a third-grade Gu master tell you what it means to get ten benefits with one force.'

Young Master Zhao doesn't mind letting the fight go, but the bad woman will definitely not be happy if he loses, so it's better to win.

"Look at the sword!"

The prince of Qi stabbed him with his sword with a sharp look on his face. This straight-forward attack was easily resolved by Zhao Cuo with one strike of his sword, and then he began to fight him back and forth in a lively manner as if in a show.

In Zhao Cuo's eyes, his opponent's speed was as slow as a tortoise, and his strength was not enough to shake the sword in his hand. The only troublesome thing was that this guy was really good at swordsmanship.

Of course, if he wants to win, he just needs to use force to knock the weapon out of his hand.

'Just another half-quarter of an hour and it'll be over.'

Zhao Cuo secretly thought. Although it was the Prince of Qi who took the initiative to provoke him, he would not let others lose face because of such a trivial matter. Therefore, in this competition, he should try his best to look like he won by chance. His opponent was just a little bit behind.

win.

Young Master Zhao thought so, and the movements of his hands turned into beautiful gestures, trying his best to match the performance.

However, he still maintained a high level of vigilance as he thought with all his might like a lion fighting a rabbit.

“Young Master Zhao’s skills are so fast!”

The dignitaries on the terrace were whispering to each other, especially some young girls, who couldn't move their eyes away from Zhao Cuo.

"Does this need to be said? If the agreement with Donghe had not been torn up by the Demon Court, the young master should have been awarded the title of Champion Boli!"

"Especially that waist is really strong!"

"What are you looking at, little girl?"

The Crown Prince of Qi became more and more ugly, and the speed of swinging his sword gradually increased, with a fierce look on his face. He tried repeatedly to knock Zhao Cuo's sword away, but failed.

"about there……"

Young Master Zhao said silently, and just when he was about to let the prince be defeated beautifully, his expression suddenly changed.

When the sword in his hand clashed with him again, a very different and powerful force suddenly came, directly shaking his arm to numbness.

Fortunately, he had been sufficiently vigilant to prevent the sword from falling out of his hand.

'You're playing dirty tricks with me, right?'

Zhao Cuo immediately stopped being polite!

"choke!"

A bronze sword flew high and then hit the ground.

"Concession."

He put away his sword with a smile and raised his hand to the Prince of Qi who was still stunned.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's swordsmanship is indeed superb. I was able to win by chance only with the strength brought by my cultivation. In terms of sword skills alone, I am not as good as Your Highness."

Zhao Cuo's moderate remarks immediately received a round of applause.

"Young Master Zhao is a kind man."

"Deserves to be called humble and peaceful."

"It's true that a tiger father has no dog son."

The handsome young man who was the protagonist of the whole scene didn't care about the complimentary words. He turned around and bowed to the Queen Mother Zhao who was sitting at the head of the table. After saluting, he was about to leave the stage.

"careful!"

An exclamation suddenly reached his ears.

"How could this palace lose?"

The Crown Prince of Qi picked up the long sword with a ferocious expression, and channeled his true energy to make the sword glow with green light! He suddenly rushed towards Zhao Cuo! Young Master Zhao did not realize what was going on at this moment, and after regaining consciousness, he subconsciously

He made a ball of pink flame to dodge the idiot who was coming towards him.

Everyone on the terrace was also frightened by this unexpected situation. They breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Zhao Cuo dodge, and they all showed disgust.

However, the disdain on the faces of these dignitaries soon turned into astonishment!

"Bang!"

The Prince of Qi's sneak attack failed, but he couldn't stop his momentum. He hit the fence of the stage and fell down! After one or two collisions, he fell into the water with a splash!

"Rescue the Prince of Qi quickly!"

Emperor Yongzhao, who was sitting under Empress Dowager Zhao, stood up with a look of panic on his face. Without his order, several chief chamberlains had already stood up. With a wave of their hands, they condensed a large area of ​​lake water into a ball and pulled it up. A strong figure was very tall.

He was almost dragged out of the water balloon and landed lightly on the terrace.

"Quickly send the message to the imperial doctor."

Empress Dowager Zhao couldn't sit still anymore. She looked at the Prince Qi who was unconscious on the ground with a cold face. His forehead was bleeding from something he didn't know he hit.

'Is this a coincidence or a conspiracy?'

Zhao Cuo looked at the prince of Qi who was obviously dying. He thought this was an accident. But if the son of a prince died in the capital like this, who would believe that this was a simple misfortune?

"You royal doctors, quickly treat His Highness the Crown Prince!"

The envoy from Qi State trembled and said that the imperial doctors who arrived did not dare to be careless and tried their best to treat the prince of Qi State.

The imperial doctors in these palaces all came from Taoism.

It's a pity that they are not immortals who can bring the dead back to life.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince... passed away!"

The leader, the old doctor, quickly collapsed to the ground and announced in a trembling voice. As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar, and many people's faces instantly turned pale.

There is no prince or minister who can attend the banquet who does not know what this means.

The world of Yu may once again be plunged into continuous war!

"Your Highness!"

The envoys of the State of Qi knelt down and cried while holding the body of the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince died in Xiangjing, and he would not be able to survive when he returned to the State of Qi.

"Check it for me!"
Chapter completed!