Jian Yi really has never thought about this issue.
Who would win in a fight between himself and Mu Mu?
In terms of internal strength, he is not as good as Mu Mu, and in terms of swordsmanship, Mu Mu is definitely not as good as him.
It seems that there is no comparison at all.
"I'll go there first." Jianyi glanced at Jiu'er before walking into the crowd from behind her.
Anyone who comes out from the princess's side will naturally look at him differently.
There is envy and there is jealousy.
However, looking at the appearance of the princesses, they all became full of excitement and excitement.
The princess is more beautiful than they imagined!
Those who came to participate in the selection basically came with the goal of becoming an emperor one day.
Glory, wealth, military power, everything is available as long as you become an emperor.
But the beauty of the princess was unexpected and a complete surprise.
Feng Jiuer glanced down at him.
Everyone stared at her, as if they were hungry wolves that wanted to eat her alive.
Of course, Jian Yi doesn't know that. Jian Yi doesn't even like her.
As for Mu Mu, there was naturally nothing surprising or impulsive about her. The look in her eyes was very calm.
Under the calm, it seemed to be somewhat peaceful.
Jiu'er looked at him for a while before looking away.
After everyone saluted the emperor and princess, An Bao took a step forward and said in a sharp voice: "Prepare the red sign!"
The red card means that everyone draws lots to decide their opponent.
The martial arts test is different from the literary test. The person to be selected can be decided on the spot in the martial arts test.
Unless the princess has other ideas, the loser will be pushed out.
Because of Jiu'er's words just now, Jian Yi was still a little uneasy when the lot was drawn.
He hoped Mu Mu could come in.
Just like he hoped that Zhan Qingcheng could pass the literary test and be selected.
If he really met Mu Mu and had to leave only one person behind, he thought he would give up.
Life in the palace was really difficult.
But there are various masters lurking in this palace. If he is not by Feng Jiu'er's side, he is afraid that Jiu'er will be in danger.
Jian Yi was very hesitant.
"Young Master Jianyi, please draw a red sign."
The little eunuch walked up to him and urged him for the second time.
Jian Yi finally came to his senses and drew out a red card.
It’s just a number, and I don’t know who I’m talking to. My anxiety has still not been relieved.
He looked up at the high jade chair and saw Feng Jiu'er staring at him with a half-smile on his face.
Jianyi snorted and really wanted to catch her and give her a good beating.
This girl just wants to see him anxious.
She didn't take it seriously, but she was really worried about meeting Mu Mu.
Eunuch An Bao announced loudly that red card No. 1 was on the ring.
Jian Yi stared at Mu Mu, who showed no movement at all.
He glanced towards the ring and saw a man wearing light blue brocade clothing.
With this style of appearance, you can tell at a glance that he comes from a good family.
However, those who can enter this round of competition, if they are not really capable, are the children of famous families.
What's more, even if they can win and enter the princess palace.
It will not be the turn of people like them from common people to compete for the position of emperor in the future.
When you go in, you will be nothing more than a servant.
Although Jian Yi is not a member of the royal family, he is not so stupid that he cannot see through these powerful relationships.
He was about to look down to see who was going up. Unexpectedly, Mu Mu, who had not moved a moment ago, was already standing firmly on the ring when he looked back.
He is the number one red card!
Jian Yi breathed a sigh of relief, having no doubts about Mu Mu's skills at all.
The man in light blue brocade clothes picked up a long sword and raised his hand to Mu Mu: "Sir, please choose a weapon."
Mu Mu glanced sideways and raised his hand casually. Suddenly, with five fingers and one hand, a long sword fell into his hand.
The force of his palm stirred up the surrounding wind, blowing up a few strands of his white hair.
His silver hair made him look more solemn and resolute.
What a stunning man!
There is no doubt that Feng Jiuer was almost fascinated by it.
However, after all, it was just a close call!
There was always a difference between the pair of eyes where she had completely lost herself when she looked at Zhan Qingcheng before.
Feng Qiongcang looked away and smiled calmly: "This man is very handsome."
"Yeah." Jiu'er nodded, not shying away from his praise: "He's obviously not on the same level as the people around him."
"..."
Feng Qiongcang was a little speechless, and An Bao was also stunned.
Princess, princess, these words are really hurtful.
Although the princess's voice was not very loud, everyone below her was a master of martial arts.
How could you not hear what the princess said?
Everyone looked at Mu Mu and felt like they wanted to eat him alive.
Even Feng Jiuer, who was sitting above, could clearly feel this strong hostility.
An Bao moved closer to Feng Jiu'er and lowered his voice.
"Princess, please don't say anything like this in the future, otherwise it will cause chaos in the harem."
This princess is really good, just like her if you like her, but don’t belittle her!
If you don't know how to get the rain and dew, you still don't know what kind of chaos the harem will be in the future!
Feng Jiuer blinked and realized the problem belatedly.
She stuck out the tip of her tongue at An Bao. It wasn't intentional. Who would have thought that a man's mind would be as thin as a needle's tip like a woman's.
An Bao really couldn't do anything to her.
This little girl has no scheming at all, alas!
Looking back at the emperor, the emperor didn't say anything.
An Bao then looked down and shouted in a high-pitched voice: "The competition begins!"
With a bang, gongs and drums sounded.
The man in light blue brocade clothes tightened his wrist and stabbed Mu Mu in the face.
Will the princess like this face soon? Just destroy his face and see if the princess will like this pretty boy again.
With a whoosh, before the sword arrived, the sword energy was in Mu Mu's face.
The sharp sword wind slashed across his cheek, as if it was about to destroy his face!
The white-haired man didn't even dodge, watching coldly as the opponent's sword was thrust towards him.
The sword energy left a shallow blood mark on his cheek!
This face is really hurt!
But the white-haired man remained motionless, and even the man in light blue brocade clothes felt stunned.
Why not avoid it!
But by the time he realized what his partner wanted to do, it was already too late to fight back.
With a brushing sound, silver light flashed through the air.
"Well..."
The man in brocade clothes cried out in pain, and fell at Mu Mu's feet with a snap.
Winning with one move! This white-haired man actually doesn’t care about his appearance at all!
After the opponent injured him, he had no time to retract the sword energy, and stabbed the opponent's shoulder blade!
He won!
Feng Jiuer stood up and looked at his calm face.
The streak of blood sliding down his face, although it was only a shallow streak, immediately stung her eyes.
