The two of them stood in a stalemate, staring at each other.

Zhu Qilan didn't want to alarm her relatives and enemies, so she stayed where she was without saying a word as Lu Bei refused to give in.

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"Okay, okay, don't be angry. Let's each take a step back. Cousin, please give in and let me forget the blame. Is that okay?"

Lu Bei let go, becoming more and more curious. What on earth did his enemy do that went against his ancestor's decision and cured her of the terminal princess disease all at once?

In the field, the chickens are pecking each other to a fever pitch.

Zhu Shihan was full of Huang Ji Sect skills. He looked down on Zhu Shilin, who had learned so many things, and thought that he was facing a younger brother and would win this battle.

However, when it comes to actually taking action, it's a different picture.

Zhu Shilin had a lot of tricks, and since he was from the Huangji Sect, he knew the skills that Zhu Shihan had mastered. He fought with Zhu Shihan for more than ten times to find out the details of Zhu Shihan. Various suppression methods emerged one after another, and he quickly gained the upper hand.

Zhu Shihan expressed his dissatisfaction. He didn't look at it or touch it. Why should he call him nice?

They are all named Zhu, no one is a little arrogant...

Zhu Shihan gritted his teeth and fixed the space around Zhu Shilin with a fist seal. He let out a roar and raised his arms high, standing horizontally above Zhu Shilin's head. His fists roared and he chopped down violently like a mountain axe.

The five fingers are closed together, the air flow is surging, the fist reaches the heavenly spirit, and the ripples are twisted.

Zhu Shihan was overjoyed, but the middle-aged man standing on the sidelines shook his head in disappointment.

boom!!

The fist seal penetrated downwards, crushing Zhu Shilin's flesh and bones, causing concussive waves to spread in all directions, raising large amounts of gravel and dust.

Zhu Shihan landed with his feet on the ground and saw that there was nothing in the big pit, not to mention any human figures, not even a blood-stained rag, and his expression immediately changed.

"After all, the power of a reckless man, Brother Han, you have disappointed me so much."

The strong wind rippled and blew away the dust curtain. Zhu Shilin came with his sword behind him and pointed it into a sword. His demeanor was very elegant and unrestrained.

Zhu Shihan was angry and angry. Without thinking, he held his fingers in the distance and punched him.

"The Emperor's Body Sacrifice Seal!"

After the punch dispersed, another phantom appeared. Zhu Shihan felt a chill in his heart, as if a basin of cold water had been poured down on him, and he suddenly woke up.

It was too late, eight sword shadows came in confusion.

There was no plan at all, and there was no way to parry. Zhu Shihan blocked from left to right, and was hit continuously on his chest, back, arms, and thighs. His clothes were stained with blood and he was in a very embarrassing state.

"Brother Han, I used to regard you as my opponent, but my vision was low."

Zhu Shilin stepped forward with his sword in hand and walked towards Zhu Shihan who was kneeling on one knee. He did not forget to continue to taunt: "Don't worry, I know my mistakes and can correct them. I won't take you seriously again in the future."

"puff-"

Hearing such humiliating words, Zhu Shihan was so depressed that he couldn't calm down. His face turned pale, and he cried out in sorrow and spit out a mouthful of hot blood.

"Ahem!"

On the sidelines, a man with a gray beard clenched his fists and coughed twice: "That's it for the discussion. You are all young people and you all have a bright future. There is no need to be aggressive, just let it go!"

It makes no sense. When he hit me hard just now, why didn't you stand up and stop him?

Two slight coughs shook Zhu Shilin to the point where his blood was boiling. He was dissatisfied. Due to the opponent's elder status, he raised his hands and cupped his fists to show that he was being taught. He turned around and exited the battle circle with a cold face.

"Brother, you always intervene in the fights between young people, which is a bit of a debasement." When his younger generation was wronged, Zhu Bangbai came out to stand up.

She was the enemy in Zhu Qilan's mouth. In terms of seniority, she had a prosperous country, and she was Lu Bei's distant cousin. Because the family relationship was far away, Zhu Qilan only addressed her politely when the clan got together. The rest of the time, he just pretended not to see her when he saw her.

"Shimei is joking. Although I am old, you are not young either. Why don't you give me some face..."

The man stroked his gray beard and smiled. Seeing Zhu Bangbai's ugly face, he smiled to himself: "In that case, I am willing to admit defeat, Han'er, let's try our luck elsewhere."

"Senior, walk slowly." The cake, which had been silent for the whole time, was politely presented to him.

Everyone in the room was named Zhu, and each one was more arrogant than the last. As a relative of the Zhu family, he really didn't have many opportunities to make his presence known.

"Xiahou, your guest is polite."

After looking at the golden boy, the middle-aged man shook his head slightly, secretly thinking that it was against etiquette, but as soon as he wanted to interfere with his business, he directly picked up his junior and walked toward the exit.

On the sidelines, Zhu Qilan felt even more contemptuous when he heard that the young guest's surname was Xiahou.

The unlucky man who was engaged to her at that time, who liked to say "Don't bully young people into poverty", also had a surname of Xiahou.

Hongxing came out of the wall, but turned a corner and didn't go completely out.

Fertile fields should not be drained of water, and don't bully young people who are poor and have a super doubling of fate!

"Fourth Grandpa, I...could it be..."

Zhu Shihan was defeated at the hands of his old enemy. Not only did he lose his face, but he also brought shame to his elders. He couldn't calm down and said in a trembling voice: "Am I really not as good as him?"

"How come? You are much stronger than him."

"But……"

"How much energy can a person have in his life? His various methods may seem powerful, but they are just based on his youthful vigor and courage to forge ahead for a while. They will not last long and he will suffer hardships in the future."

The middle-aged man loudly lectured his descendants, as loud as he could: "You are different. You have found your own path and know which direction to go in. Even if you are temporarily defeated, you do have a lot of room for improvement. Compared with him,

I don’t know how clever it is.”

"Fourth Grandpa, I understand."

Zhu Shihan was inspired and high-spirited. He looked at his old enemy with piercing eyes, secretly thinking that in three years he would avenge today's humiliation.

As he looked at it, he found something was wrong.

Why are there two people next to the corner?

Hey, who is this young lady with delicate nostrils who is related to her family? She has a very elegant temperament and is very good-looking.

"I've met Princess Changming."

The middle-aged man was also stunned. Unexpectedly, there were orikins lurking around him. He patted Zhu Shihan on the back and asked him to stop being dazed and hurry up to greet him.

In a big family, seniority alone is of no use; it depends on whether you are a direct descendant or a collateral descendant.

Coupled with the background of the world of immortality, the realm of cultivation is also a hurdle that cannot be circumvented.

Compared with Zhu Qilan, the middle-aged man is an uncle in terms of seniority, a mud-legged person in terms of background, and a poor man in terms of cultivation...

His old body broke through to the state of becoming a god, and it has remained the same for decades, and the state has remained unchanged to this day, so stable that he himself was moved to tears.

Zhu Qilan is young, a well-known cultivation genius in his clan, and has reached the Great Perfection of Divine Transformation Realm. He may break through to the Void Refining Realm at any time, and his future is limitless.

So, let’s talk about his background. Zhu Qilan is the eldest princess and he comes from a side clan. You can’t go wrong by being polite.

"I've met Uncle Shi."

Zhu Qilan responded politely. The middle-aged man's face looked familiar, but she couldn't tell which relative he was.

After all, she stayed at home during the holidays and rarely visited relatives and friends. Most of her impressions of her relatives were limited to the last clan meeting.

At that time, she was still a little girl who had just graduated from college.

Faced with the joint persecution of seven aunts and eight aunts, I became invisible in the first half and dropped offline in the second half. After that, the number of visits to the capital decreased year by year, and I simply stopped going in the past few years.

There was no way, the Empress Dowager lived there, her fighting power could not be described in human words, it was more fierce than the seven aunts and eight aunts combined, she couldn't bear it at all.

"Hey, isn't this Princess Changming?"

Zhu Bangbai came forward with a smile, and bowed to give a rather perfunctory salute: "Your Highness, who is rich in gold, does not stay in the palace to receive blessings, but personally explores the secret place, is it just to have fun with the people?"

Great tea!

Lu Bei silently liked it, feeling very excited and waiting for Zhu Qilan to counterattack.

He knew that if a woman was unreasonable, let alone two women, the only result would be a fight.

But no, Zhu Qilan had no intention of responding at all. He was used to being forceful, and there was no such thing as a sharp-tongued mouth in his persona, so he was ready to fight directly.

Wonderful, this trip was not without gain.

The middle-aged man stroked his beard, whispered to everyone to stop making noise and give him face, and quickly took Zhu Shihan aside.

"Fourth Grandpa, let's..."

"Shh, don't make a sound."

Two people left the stage and two people took their place. Zhu Shilin and Xia Hou Changzhi walked quickly, bowed and did not dare to speak.

Xiahou Changzhi, in particular, was quite embarrassed at the moment. As Zhu Bangbai's brother-in-law and a guest at the scene, he wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in directly.

"Ha, your highness is still the same as before, very noble and noble without saying a word." When he was ignored, Zhu Bangbai put away his smile and his face turned cold.

With Zhu Qilan's aloof temperament, he would not take the initiative to stir up trouble, so the hatred between the two can only come from Zhu Bangbai.

The latter had disliked Zhu Qilan when he was still young. First, due to the subtle influence of her elders, she was naturally hostile to the direct descendants of the Zhu family's royal family. Wu Zhou had its own national conditions here, and there were many Zhu family members like her.

The second reason is out of jealousy. They both have the surname Zhu. Why would Zhu Qilan be born into a wealthy family?

This emotion reached its peak after Zhu Qilan became the eldest princess.

In the early years, Zhu Bangbai especially liked to bully Zhu Qilan, either accidentally breaking her toys or accidentally damaging her clothes. Whenever he succeeded, he would have bright ideas.
To be continued...