Perhaps the Zhang family has the gene for exaggeration flowing in their blood.
Zhang Shichao, the former East Gate guard, liked to wield a long-handled sword that four soldiers could not lift. Although the sword in Zhang Heng's hand was not as exaggerated as his father's, it was still shining with golden light and was always present.
It shows the owner’s extraordinary status and identity.
His cultivation level is less than Tianlun, and he does not have the ability to transform spiritual power. However, this bright sword light creates a brilliant effect that is not inferior to spiritual transformation. It actually makes Prince Li who is watching the battle from a distance
A glimmer of hope rose in my heart.
As the saying goes, rumors are not without reason. Although the rumors are exaggerated, they are not nonsense when it comes to Prince Li's dislike of Feng.
Whenever a new challenger walked into the martial arts hall of the palace, the old prince would have great expectations, but the result always left him disappointed.
There is no challenger who can perform a move under Feng's hands!
These rubbish who don’t know their own abilities also want to marry the king’s daughter?
Instead of choosing them, it would be better to betroth Xuefei to this fisherman!
For a few moments, such thoughts really flashed through Li Zhuo's mind.
No, no, no matter what, we cannot let Xue Fei marry an assassin!
However, when he thought of Feng's former identity, Li Zhuo's eyes instantly turned cold, and a look of determination reappeared on his face.
"ah!!!"
Just as he was thinking wildly, in the middle of the martial arts hall, Feng suddenly raised his foot and effortlessly kicked Zhang Heng in the chest, kicking him out with his knife.
Along with the shrill scream, Zhang Heng's body hit the wall of the hall like an arrow.
"puff!"
He felt a heartbreaking pain coming from his chest, and all the bones in his body seemed to fall apart. He lay softly on the ground, with no strength to move anymore. The golden knife in his hand flew high with a "clang" sound.
Falling in the distance.
Another move!
This "Golden Sword Master" still failed to force Feng to use his second move.
"The dignified general is so useless." Prince Li Li Zhuo frowned and complained displeasedly, "Throw him out to me!"
As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. The more dazzling and eye-catching Zhang Heng's golden sword is, the greater the psychological gap caused to Li Zhuo after his failure. No wonder the old prince was particularly unhappy with him, and directly
The order "throw it out" was given.
The palace guards were quite kind and carried Zhang Heng and the golden sword outside the palace, then ignored him and greeted the next challenger.
"I'm Zheng Dayao..."
…
"How many challengers has he defeated today?" Prince Li turned to the guard beside him and asked.
"Eighty people." The guard, who was always counting, blurted out.
"ah!!!"
In the martial arts hall, the screams of the challenger Zheng Dayao were heard, and then, a strong body flew high into the sky and landed far outside the hall, never to be seen again.
"Eighty-one people." The guard changed his words without hesitation.
Prince Li's eyebrows trembled, and even his breathing became a little faster. He suppressed his restlessness and asked: "Is this guy's body made of iron? I have to accept the challenges of hundreds of people every day. Aren't you tired?
?”
"Your Majesty." The guard hesitated for a moment before replying slowly, "I'm sorry to say this bluntly, but this person's cultivation level has reached the Heavenly Wheel. The highest level of these people is no more than the ninth level of the Earthly Wheel. They are just throwing eggs at stones. They don't overestimate their abilities. Even if they do it every day,
A hundred more would not tire him."
"Hey, why is he an assassin?" Prince Li frowned even more tightly and couldn't help but sigh, "Even if he is a descendant of a small family, as long as Xue Fei likes this kind of cultivation talent, I will accept it carelessly.
ah!"
The guard didn't dare to comment on the prince's family affairs. He didn't answer the question, he just lowered his head and remained silent.
"Look, it's Cheng Xiang!"
"He actually came to challenge this fisherman?"
"Who is Cheng Xiang?"
"You don't even know about 'Bronze-Breaking Hand' Cheng Xiang? He is the eleventh master in the latest Heroic List. Rumor has it that he was promoted to the Heavenly Wheel not long ago."
"Yes, I heard that he is only twenty-six years old this year, but he already has the cultivation of the Heavenly Wheel. He is really extremely talented and his future is limitless!"
"The fisherman will be miserable now!"
"Let me tell you, a mere fisherman, who deceives the princess with sweet words and dares not to take the emperor's handsome man into his eyes, will suffer retribution sooner or later. Look, isn't retribution coming soon?"
Outside the martial arts performance hall, there was suddenly a buzz of people and discussions, and it was much livelier than before.
The noise outside and the young man in black who stepped into the door instantly caught the attention of Prince Li.
The young man in black is about twenty-six or seventeen years old. He has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He has a tall and straight posture and a bright light in his eyes. It is obvious at a glance that he has good cultivation.
As soon as he crossed the threshold, his eyes fell on Feng, and after seeing his appearance clearly, the disdain in the young man's eyes flashed past, and he asked unceremoniously: "You are the fisherman who deceived the princess.
What?"
"I am a fisherman." Feng replied lightly, "But I did not deceive the princess."
"As a pariah, you actually want to marry the princess of the dynasty." Cheng Xiang sneered, "What else is he a liar? Get out of the palace before I take action, lest you lose your life in vain!"
"Are you going to fight or not?" Feng's face remained expressionless, but he replied calmly, "There are still many people queuing up behind me."
He said these two sentences countless times a day, coupled with an indifferent expression, the mocking effect was instantly overwhelming, and absolutely no young hero could stand it.
"You don't overestimate your capabilities! Then just die!"
Sure enough, "Broken Bronze Hand" Cheng Xiang's emotions were instantly aroused, with a look of anger on his handsome face, and the violent Tianlun aura emanating from himself, he fiercely covered Feng, and swung his right palm forward violently. , spiritual power transformed into a huge disc in the air with mysterious words engraved on it, and smashed it mercilessly, vowing to smash this hateful fisherman into a pulp.
"Is this boy very famous?" Prince Li asked the guard.
"'Bronze Hand' Cheng Xiang, the third son of the Yunjin Cheng family, is twenty-six years old. He is talented and extremely powerful." The guard said, "My cultivation level reached the Heavenly Wheel level two months ago. The latest issue of 'Daqian Heroes List' 'Ranked eleventh, many people believe that his strength is not weaker than 'Dragon Broken Blade' Xue Pingxi, who is ranked tenth."
"Oh? Such a talented person will not humiliate Xuefei!" Prince Li's eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "As long as he can teach this country bumpkin a lesson for me, I will consider..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Feng slowly raising his right hand in the center of the martial arts hall and gently tapping out a finger. A faint white spiritual light shot out from the fingertips, effortlessly moving the spiritual power disk. After stabbing him in the face, his power continued unabated and he hit Cheng Xiang hard on the chest.
"ah!!!"
The talented young man ranked 11th on the list of heroes let out a blood-curdling wail, with a look of fear on his face. He slumped to the ground like a deflated rubber ball, rolling back and forth in pain, screaming repeatedly, and there was nowhere else to go. Half as powerful as a Heavenly Wheel master?
"This, this..." Prince Li felt his tongue was tied and was stunned. He couldn't say a word for a long time.
"Eighty-two people." The guard counted in confusion.
"Shut up!" Prince Li glared at him fiercely, and when he was about to start yelling, he swallowed the words, but shook his head helplessly and said, "Even the Heavenly Wheel master can't take one of his moves. , is it true that no one can do anything to deal with this country bumpkin?"
Such a master is still kind to the princess, so why not help them?
The guard glanced at the old prince's painful expression and couldn't help but cursed secretly.
Of course, he could only think about these words in his heart, and he would never dare to say them to Prince Li.
"Since he is unjust, don't blame me for being unkind!" However, Prince Li's face suddenly changed, with a vicious light in his eyes, "He forced me to do so!"
How is he unjust?
The guard lowered his head silently, feeling disapproving and could only secretly complain in his heart.
In the center of the martial arts hall, Feng straightened his clothes, then raised his head and began to welcome the next challenger...
…
As dusk approached, the day's challenge came to an end.
One hundred and twenty-three challengers were wiped out again, and still no one could force Feng to use his second move.
"It's getting late, let's go have a meal." Prince Li slowly came to Feng and said in as gentle a tone as possible, "Someone may come to challenge you these days. Have a good rest and be mentally prepared to face the challenge."
"You should know that it is impossible for these people to defeat me." Feng, who had never communicated with him very much, suddenly said, "Why waste time?"
Prince Li, who was about to leave, paused in his steps, his eyes trembled slightly, turned around slowly, stared into Feng's eyes, and said word by word: "After all, you are just a commoner, and you want to cross the class and marry the princess.
Of course it’s not that easy.”
"Crossing the hierarchy?" Feng murmured to himself.
"It's important for people to know themselves." Prince Li said meaningfully, "Are you sure you can bear this luck? If you want to understand now and are willing to leave Xuefei, considering that you have saved her, I can compensate you.
A large sum of spiritual crystals can even help you find a decent job in the imperial capital, so that you no longer have to be a fisherman."
"My lord, are you trying to drive me away?" Feng asked coldly.
"Of course not, I just want to confirm your feelings for Xuefei." Prince Li denied categorically, "After all, there is a gap in status. It will be difficult for you two to be together. If you are not strong-willed,
How can I trust you with my daughter?"
"As long as Xue Fei doesn't dislike her," Feng replied in a neither humble nor arrogant tone, "I will never leave her, even in this life."
"Really?" Prince Li's eyes flashed with complicated light, and he slowly turned around, "I hope your mind will never change."
"My lord, you all think that my identity and Xue Fei's identity are too different." Feng was silent for a long time, and suddenly said in a calm and objective tone, "Actually, in my opinion, this view is very funny."
"Oh?" Prince Li hesitated and did not look back.
"This is a world where the strong prey on the weak. A high status depends entirely on strength." Feng said slowly, "All the people in the palace are no match for me, but they despise my low status. Isn't it ridiculous?"
Prince Li trembled, but listened quietly, still not looking back at him.
"It should be noted that the so-called noble birth is nothing more than the narcissism of worldly rulers." Feng's voice was unhurried and unhurried, with no emotion at all, but his words were heartbreaking, "If a powerful enemy breaks into the palace now, in the end,
The one who has hope of surviving is probably me, so I really don’t understand how you nobles have the confidence to treat me, a fisherman, with a look down on me.”
"So, isn't it because Xue Fei has climbed up to you?" Prince Li clenched his right hand tightly into a fist, his face was gloomy, and his voice was trembling.
"How is that possible?" Feng shook his head, "She is not nobler than me, and I am not inferior to her. We live together as equals and treat each other sincerely. We are just ordinary lovers."
Prince Li's fists became more and more clenched, his teeth clenched, his body kept shaking, and his eyes shone with anger, as if he was about to explode at any moment.
"Hey! I am getting old, and my brain is not as flexible as young people." I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly let out a long sigh, turned around slowly, with a kind expression on his face, and said in a gentle tone, "You
That’s right, what does noble status mean in front of a truly strong man?”
A strange color flashed in Feng's eyes. He didn't expect that Prince Li, who was about to get angry just a moment ago, would suddenly change his temper.
"But my child, you have to understand that I am a relative of the emperor after all. There are some face-related matters that I know are ridiculous and useless, but I still have to deal with them." Prince Li said seriously, "Well, I will try to find a way for you.
Create an opportunity to make meritorious deeds and get an official position. If Xue Fei marries her in the future, our Prince Li’s face won’t be too ugly.”
"How to make meritorious service?"
"The current emperor originally wanted to abolish the crown prince's position in the East Palace and replace it with the third prince Li Qing. Unexpectedly, Prince Wu was possessed by some evil spirit and went to live in seclusion in southern Xinjiang Province. He refused to return to the capital.
Your Majesty is very embarrassed." Prince Li explained patiently, "I have a pretty good relationship with this boy. When I finish the letter, you can send it to Southern Xinjiang Province for me and persuade him to come back to the imperial capital. As long as the matter is completed,
If Your Majesty is happy, he will probably reward you with an official position."
"What if the third prince still doesn't want to come back?" Feng asked calmly.
"Based on the relationship between me and Li Qing, I am at least 70% sure of this matter." Prince Li stroked his chin and said, "If it doesn't work, it will just be a wasted trip. I will think of another way when the time comes."
"Okay." Feng hesitated for a moment, then replied cheerfully.
"Without further delay, I will write a letter right now, and you should prepare to leave as soon as possible." Prince Li earnestly warned, "This matter cannot be taken carelessly. Even if it is for Xuefei, you must take it seriously."
"I will."
Feng nodded slightly, then stepped forward, walked out of the main entrance of the martial arts hall, and went straight to his guest room.
"Nite Owl!"
When Feng walked away, Prince Li's originally gentle expression suddenly turned cold, and he uttered two words in a sinister voice.
A black shadow suddenly appeared behind him, moving silently, like a ghost: "Your Majesty, please give me your orders!"
"Send the news to Wanjin Tower." A trace of anger flashed in Prince Li's eyes, "In addition, send a thousand spiritual crystals over."
"Yes!" The black shadow nodded slightly, then flashed away, and soon disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.
"You are right, this is a world where the jungle prevails and strength is respected." Prince Li clasped his hands behind his back, stared at the main entrance of the hall, and murmured to himself, "It's a pity that you are still too young and don't understand the so-called strength.
It is not the courage of an ordinary man. No matter how strong a person's strength is, it will eventually be limited."
As the sun sets in the west and the bright moon rises into the sky, the Prince's Mansion, which has been noisy all day, gradually becomes silent. Only the smoke from the cooking pots and the clinking of pots and pans soothes people's tired bodies and minds after a hard day's work...?
This chapter has been completed!