"Brother of the Emperor"

Zhengtang, Murong put down the teacup in his hand and whispered, "I haven't been here for a long time. I'm bored while sitting and drinking tea. How about taking my fourth brother and I around the mansion?"

When Mu Yuan heard this, a strange color flashed in his eyes, but he couldn't refuse. He nodded and said, "Okay, let's go to the East Garden for a walk. The peach blossoms in the East Garden have just bloomed and are very beautiful. Jiu Mei should like it."

"East Garden?"

Murong smiled slightly and said, "Did the eldest brother forget that the back garden in the palace is full of peach blossoms, and I'm really tired of seeing it."

"Then go to Xiyuan. Doesn't Jiumei like to visit the lake the most? Let's go to the lakeside of Xiyuan for a walk." Mu Yuan suggested again.

"Go to the martial arts court in the South Courtyard."

At this time, Mu Bai, who had not spoken, spoke, "I haven't competed with the Great Emperor for a long time. Over the years, the Great Emperor's martial arts must have made considerable progress. How about the discussion?"

On the side, Murong couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth when he heard his brother's words.

Her martial arts brother was finally useful.

This suggestion is right.

"A few martial arts field?"

Mu Yuan's expression was slightly condensed, and hesitated for a moment, saying, "Fourth brother, I have been abandoning martial arts for many years, so I will no longer be ugly in front of a master like me. When I recover from my legs and practice hard for a while, I will definitely accompany me to spend a few tricks."

Upon hearing this, Mu Bai nodded without any force.

However.

After seeing the reaction of the eldest brother, Murong immediately interrupted and said, "Brother, my brothers are just fighting each other. It is not necessary to decide the outcome. I remember that when I was a child, the eldest brothers made the fastest progress in martial arts. Even the sword worshiper said that if the eldest brother had no leg skills, his martial arts attainments would definitely be the highest among all princes."

Mu Yuan frowned and said, "At that time, the fourth brother and the others were still young and could not count on it."

"Brother, don't be modest."

Murong smiled and said, "I'm leaving, I want to see how far the Great Emperor's martial arts have been progressing over the years."

After saying that, Murong made no choice but to resist the elder brother, got up and went to push the wheelchair himself.

On the side, the eunuch Zhao Jie saw this and his eyes suddenly faded, but due to the identity of the Ninth Princess, he didn't dare to say anything more.

Outside the main hall, Murong pushed the eldest prince out and walked straight towards the martial arts field of the South Courtyard.

In the rear, Mu Bai and the eunuch Zhao Jie followed and rushed to the South Courtyard together.

Not long after.

In the martial arts court in the South Courtyard, four people walked around.

Mu Yuan was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes slightly sank, and thoughts flashed by.

Behind, Murong was pushing the wheelchair while chatting and laughing, and acted very naturally.

There was no one around the martial arts field, which seemed a bit desolate and seemed to have not been used for a long time.

Murong glanced around and saw nothing abnormal. He couldn't help but look at the brother behind him and smiled, "Fourth brother, you should be careful when you are competing, and don't be hurt."

"rest assured."

Mu Bai stepped forward and said calmly, "My eldest brother and I will be responsible."

"Um."

Murong nodded, then turned around and walked out of the martial arts arena.

In the middle of the martial arts field.

The Mu Bai and Mu Yuan brothers looked at each other, and they were ten steps away, and they were each concentrating.

As everyone knows, Mu Bai, the fourth prince of the Shang Dynasty, is a peerless genius who practices martial arts. He is one of the four great geniuses in the world and is amazing.

but.

When several princes were young.

The royal sword worshiper Zeng Yan said that the eldest prince Mu Yuan had extraordinary talent in martial arts. If he had not been born with leg problems, his future achievements would not be inferior to the fourth prince.

pity.

There is no if in everything.

The eldest prince's leg flaws largely limited the progress of his martial arts.

At the age of twenty-seven, it is the age when martial arts practitioners gradually reach their peak. Many prides of heaven have even begun to reach the fifth level at this age.

But Mu Yuan was always blocked in front of the fourth realm.

"Brother of the Great Emperor, please!"

Ten steps away, Mu Bai greeted him politely and said.

"Fourth brother, please."

Mu Yuan returned the greeting, held the soft sword under the wheelchair and slowly pulled it out.

Between eyes.

Mu Bai moved, Long Yuan in his hand was unsheathed and a sword broke through the air.

"Clam!"

The two swords confronted each other, and the sword energy shook.

In Mu Yuan's hand, the soft sword turned into a hundred refining force, blocking Long Yuan's edge.

Both of them are famous swords, but compared to the fourth prince's Long Yuan, the soft sword in the hands of the eldest prince is obviously slightly inferior.

but.

Even so, the battle between the two still showed a stalemate.

A soft sword was used to the extreme in Mu Yuan's hand, sometimes like steel that was tempered by hundreds of times, indestructible, sometimes like a soft master, unpredictable.

In this world, there are not many people using soft swords, because the practice of soft swords is very difficult, and if you are not careful, you may even hurt yourself.

However, the eldest prince's soft sword attainments are obviously quite clever.

As strong as Mu Bai, he could not break the sword net formed by the soft sword for a moment.

"boom!"

After nearly twenty moves of fighting, the swords in their hands collided, and the battle situation separated.

Mu Bai focused his mind and stared at the eldest brother in front of him, and felt a sense of strangeness in his heart for the first time.

Ten steps away.

Mu Yuan held a soft sword in his hand, and his cultivation was no longer concealed, and his momentum was amazing.

The eldest prince, who had been hiding for twenty years, is about to recover from his leg disease, and he has no longer concealed his slightest radius.

at the same time.

Taixue Palace North Court.

The morning class is about to end.

Li Ziye held the sword and attacked again into the sword formation formed by sixty-three Confucian disciples.

The sword formation, which was born from the Feixian Jue, has shown outstanding power even after only one month of formation.

The sixty-three Confucian disciples mainly teach martial arts, and they restrained their own murderous intent in their moves.

However.

Once the sword forms a formation, it will definitely lead to killing.

"Sher!"

Li Ziye's left arm was scratched by a sword in the hand of a Confucian disciple, and blood splattered out, causing him to be injured for the first time.

Outside the sword formation.

Bai Wangyu stared at the boy in the sword formation, his eyes full of condensation.

With the help of the Book of Heaven, Brother Li will not be restricted by the problem of true qi, but this does not mean that he can successfully evolve the sixty-third changes in the seventh form.

The most difficult part of the Feixian Art lies in the unpredictable transformation of body skills and sword skills. The fundamental reason is the ability to control the body.

If there is a slight deviation, the practitioner's body will immediately lose control.

In the sword formation.

Sixty-three people set up.

The sword light is crisscrossing, the clouds and water flowing, and the tacit understanding is endless.

Li Ziye's figure flashed past, blocking one attack after another.

finally.

When the 32nd level of change was changed, Li Ziye paused and his body flew out involuntarily.

In the formation, Chang Yu saw this and waved his sword to straighten his body.

Li Ziye stabilized his body, looked at the people in front of him, held the sword and bowed respectfully, and said, "Thank you."

Sixty-three Confucian disciples returned the greeting, and then withdrew their swords and left one after another.

"Congratulations."

Behind, Bai Wangyu stepped forward and said softly, "It has become a half-stance."

Li Ziye took out the heavenly book from his arms, looked at it, and grinned.

This thing is indeed amazing.
Chapter completed!