"Maybe I'm overthinking it. I'm probably too tired these days. I'm going back to my room first. I ate too much at noon and I'm going to take a nap."
Although everyone shared the medicinal soup at noon, even Xiaoqing was forced to eat a lot by Feng Yu. He gave an excuse that he was too thin and could not protect the two ladies, but the big head still went into Feng Yu's belly. It was true.
I was so nervous, otherwise I would have stayed a little longer.
Feng Yu returned to the room, and after taking the pill in Jingzhou City, he discovered that his Qiankun Heqi Jue had another inexplicable benefit, that is, the absorption of the medicine's power, and things that promote internal strength can accompany it.
With the operation of Qiankun Heqi Jue, the medicinal properties in the body are directly forced out. This is why Xia Tianhai wants to give him pills.
The power of the medicine at noon can also be absorbed through the circulation method, but the feeling of bloating in the stomach may have to be digested slowly.
After a while, Feng Yu was sitting in a pavilion in the backyard, sipping tea and looking at the guards practicing in front of him. His injury was almost healed, and he wanted to test his strength after breaking the mirror.
There are rockeries and streams here, as well as a special training ground. More importantly, no one else cares, so you don't have to be careful all the time. There are not many such good opportunities.
Putting down the teacup gently, Feng Yu slowly stood up, took off his open high-collar coat under the warm sunshine, tightened his cuffs, and walked slowly to the bottom of the martial arts training ground.
"Uncle Qing, Uncle Yan is not here, how about you practice with me today?"
Xia Qing didn't know that Feng Yu basically didn't come to this martial arts training ground to train before. He thought it was just daily operations. Of course, he couldn't be blamed for this. Xia Yan was responsible for the training in the palace before, and Xia Xia He rarely came here.
No matter what, Feng Yu wouldn't let him get involved in these trivial matters. He could just take a rest after taking an overview of the major affairs of the palace.
As for Xia Qing, he used to be responsible for inquiring about information outside. When Xia Yan was here, he came here less frequently, but it has only increased recently.
The people next to him rarely saw Feng Yu's heroic actions. This time they heard that His Highness Prince Huai was going to spar with Commander Xia, and they immediately became excited. They should have been training at the martial arts field at this point, and now they were free.
Of course you can see it with your own eyes!
Xia Qing didn't know why, and then nodded, "Since His Highness wants to have some sparring, then I will be offended."
Feng Yu walked up the steps step by step. There was no light skill, no thunderous momentum, and no bells and whistles. The movements were just that simple, without any brilliance at all.
But just like that, Xia Qing narrowed his eyes slightly. He did not dare to be careless. Although he did not see His Highness fighting with a Tongmai Realm in the woods outside Jingzhou City, the name of the shadow person in the tree, in the face of the facts,
A little sloppiness might be the only chance.
"Uncle Qing, these are just fists and kicks, not internal strength, otherwise I will have no choice but to admit defeat directly."
Xia Qing cupped his fists and raised them forward slightly.
"Your Highness, you have the final say."
What Feng Yu said is true. He had just entered the Tongmai realm that day, and his martial arts moves were mediocre. Feng Yu could only compete with him for a period of time by relying on his demon state. He still used a sword. Now if he fights Xia Qing with bare hands
For this martial arts expert who has a solid foundation for a long time, it is like hitting an egg against a stone.
Feng Yu looked at him and raised his fists, "Uncle Qing,
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please."
"Your Highness, please."
As soon as the word "please" came out, Feng Yu suddenly became an afterimage, and stepped on the Tianluo Step as quickly as possible. For this Qinggong body method that he had practiced from the beginning, except for the top layer of Yiwei Crossing the River, even the stars
Luo Mibu Fengyu also walks in a graceful manner and is very skilled. For ordinary people, if they are not prepared, they can simply teleport directly in front of you at close range.
Feng Yu's figure approached Xia Qing in the blink of an eye, and struck his Tianling Gai with a palm.
Xia Qing had already noticed it the moment Feng Yu moved. This was the basic understanding of a Tongmai realm powerhouse. His meticulous observation skills were still superior to Feng Yu's, but he was still amazed by his speed.
I thought to myself: If His Highness hadn't practiced the swordsman's way of swordsmanship, he might have really thought that he majored in Qinggong and Shenfa!
His head tilted slightly to the left, and when he turned sideways, Feng Yu slapped the air with his palm, but as he had expected it, he turned around and slashed his throat with his left hand like a knife.
Xia Qing's attention has spread all over Feng Yu's body. He has experienced many battles in the world and saw through this move. He suddenly stretched out his left hand to grab the hand that Feng Yu hit. The two were in a stalemate for a moment.
Feng Yu's back was facing him, his left hand was caught, he did a backflip, and kicked him hard with both feet. Xia Qing had no choice but to let go of his left hand, put his hands into palms, and faced him.
With a popping sound, the two of them took a few steps back, distanced themselves, and looked at each other again.
The two moves just now were just tests, the next ones are not that simple.
Feng Yu's feet were running and gliding on the ground like an afterimage, and he was using his hands to strike out with shocking palms and a series of fast attacks, maximizing the speed of his hands. The martial arts, which was originally driven by strong internal force, was forced to
Shengchi was beaten into Shaolin's Great Compassion Qianye Hands.
Xia Yan was no longer polite. He quickly blocked with both hands and started to counterattack. The movements of the two hands went back and forth, which was very enjoyable. Feng Yu's body started to switch directions around Xia Yan, and for a while, he was directly in front of him.
, behind or to the side for a while, but Xia Qing's back seemed to have eyes, and he could always block it in time. Feng Yu's idea of hitting quickly did not gain the slightest advantage, and the consumption was much greater than Xia Qing's.
Xia Qing slowly felt that Feng Yu's speed began to slow down, and the corner of his mouth curled up. He had been waiting for work just for this moment.
His hands were faster, and Feng Yu had no time to react. He was directly grabbed by his left hand and left leg. Before he could find a way to escape, he was lifted above his head. Xia Qing withdrew his strength and threw him out.
After Feng Yu was about to land, he hurriedly propped himself up with his right hand, turned somersault before stopping, and stood up again.
Xia Qing moved his shoulders and looked at him with a smile, "Your Highness, I know you want to fight fast. Your body skills are indeed amazing, but that's just because of the secrets of martial arts. Warriors are the most powerful and valued.
Yes, it's your own strength. If you are an ordinary ninth-grade warrior, you might not be able to handle it, but to me, it really doesn't matter."
The real strength is the strength of one's own strength. Feng Yu thought about this sentence. He seemed to have some insights. No matter how fast his movements are, he can't hurt anyone at all. Just like Yin Wudao, the title of Ghost Master should not be because of him.
The Qing Kung Fu is good, but it’s the cultivation and the Phantom Magic Kung that make it difficult for people in the same realm to have any rivals. The Phantom Magic Kung Fu is almost incomprehensible in all directions. However, it encounters a restraining hand.
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Duan will still be suppressed. Only when you are stronger than the enemy can you have the greatest confidence.
Feng Yu looked up at Xia Qing, the smile on his lips became much more relaxed, "Uncle Qing, let's continue."
"Oh? Your Highness, is there any way to win?"
"The Jingshen Palm is originally an internal skill. I turned strength into speed, so I was already at a disadvantage, which shows that this path is not advisable. Besides, isn't it normal for me to lose to you? This method won't work, of course.
Let’s change it. I only know that if you try, you may not win, but if you give up, you will definitely lose!”
A whip kick came across the air and went straight to Xia Qing's chest. The two exchanged dozens of moves. This time, Feng Yu learned the lesson and stopped doing weird and useless things, and focused on the martial arts itself, fists and kicks.
Combination is inherently powerful, and after getting rid of messy thoughts, Feng Yu became more and more courageous!
Xia Qing also laughed heartily. He didn't expect that His Highness's kung fu was so good. He just tried out new ideas and failed. He thought he really didn't understand it.
"Haha, good job, come again!"
The same martial arts have different expressions on the two of them. Xia Qing's Jingshen Palm and Jingshen Legs open and close widely, while Feng Yu's has become much more restrained, each move has a little more elegance.
, seems to have a gentlemanly demeanor, which is a characteristic brought to him by his swordsmanship.
When the two turned around, they faced each other with palms, but they did not separate. Feng Yu began to gradually pour in his internal energy. Xia Qing also saw his thoughts and followed suit.
The two internal forces collided in the palms of the hands, destroying each other. The temperature between the two people became higher and higher. A weak breath overflowed from the palms of the hands, and the long hair moved with the wind.
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, Feng Yu tapped his toes on the ground, and slowly backed away a few feet.
"Your Highness, you have such a mellow internal force. If I hadn't already reached the channel, I might not be able to suppress it."
"Sure enough, strength is everything. I am already out of breath, and Uncle Qing doesn't seem to have exerted much strength."
Feng Yu patted the dust on his body, said with a smile, and slowly walked down the martial arts field.
"Okay, now that you're done with it, you can continue practicing."
After walking off the field, he stretched and shook his sore arms. Feng Yu was not unhappy at all. He did not go back to the pavilion to continue watching, but went directly back to his room.
I took a bamboo pole, connected it to the line and fishhook from the room, and actually sat by the stream and went fishing!
Sitting cross-legged, holding the prepared fishing rod in hand, swinging out the hook, then quietly closing his eyes, waiting for the fish to take the bait.
Xia Tianhe saw him from a distance and wanted to say something, but he felt some changes in the power of heaven and earth around Feng Yu, so he just stood there.
This is not a change when the mirror is broken. Feng Yu has just broken through the ninth level, and has not exceeded human limits. This power comes from Feng Yu himself!
The inner energy and aura released inadvertently filled his surroundings, slowly condensing, but gradually dissipating. He was collecting and releasing, and he didn’t know what he was doing. Playing? Boring? Wasteful? Attracting fish?
Several maids who wanted to pass by were stopped by Xia Xiahe, telling them not to disturb His Highness's retreat and to take a detour. Feng Yu was the only one by the stream.
Because, he could feel that this breath seemed familiar to him.