They really can't threaten Zhao Changhe, let alone kill him casually.
Although they did not see the true relationship between Zhao Changhe and Cui Yuanyang, no matter where it was mentioned, Zhao Changhe was also Cui Yuanyang's benefactor. The Cui family sent the dragon bird, and the meaning was written on their faces, "My family recognizes his identity." If Cui hadn't
With this authentication, who recognizes Zhao Changhe’s identity? He can be killed secretly, but that’s not possible now.
Longque brought a lot of inconvenience to Zhao Changhe, but the benefits were equally great. Everything has two sides.
Now Cui Wenjing's attitude is like a sharp sword hanging above him. The Wang family is absolutely unwilling to offend an ally like the Cui family, so why not do anything important? Let's go home and sleep.
Not to mention Cui Wenjing, it is difficult to say how many of the Wang family's countless related forces, disciples and former officials would support the killing of the prince. If word spread, the Wang family's forces might become turbulent and wilted overnight.
The biggest difference between aristocratic families and those demon cultists is here. They need legal principles in everything they do. Once they deviate from this, historical lessons will tell them that the consequences will be serious. And if they grasp it well, they will achieve better results than those demon cult rebels.
It's much easier, just change the flag...
Wang Zhaoling looked at Cui Yuanyang with pain. Cui Yuanyang blinked, looking like a little rabbit who didn't understand anything. Wang Zhaoling knew that he couldn't expect anything from this guy. Her being a mascot was already a friendly gesture of the Cui family.
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Cui Yuanyong didn't come because he "didn't meet before marriage"... It was purely because the things he represented were different from Cui Yuanyang's meaning, so he deliberately avoided it. He was just a young and ignorant little rabbit. No matter what he did, the Cui family
They can all act stupid.
They are all thousand-year-old foxes.
After being silent for a long time, Wang Zhaoling decided to give up his attitude of fighting for Zhao Changhe.
Anyway, as long as Zhao Changhe sits here and doesn't go away to mess up the matter, outsiders don't know what's going on, so they can regard him as supporting and participating, so there is no need to create extraneous matters.
Wang Zhaoling thought of this, smiled again, and clapped his hands: "That's it, no matter whether you participate in the sword discussion or not, Wang would like to thank everyone for coming to celebrate his birthday. Everyone must eat and drink first, so that they can have the strength to discuss the sword...
…Come here, serve the food, and play some music!”
"I won't eat the food." Situ Xiao stood up unsteadily and stretched: "Situ has enough wine, now he only needs a sword to drink."
Wang Zhaoling was stunned: "Brother Situ, this is..."
Situ smiled and said: "Old Wang, don't think too much and forget the basics. Earlier, everyone speculated that you wanted to invite the world's hidden dragons to test the sword in the name of your birthday. To be honest, although you are arrogant, it suits my taste.
It is the spirit of a warrior to test the heroes of the world. I am happy to accompany you to try this sword, and also to prove it for myself, and share the gains. Could it be that I came all the way from Huguang to attend the banquet just to have a bite of your meal?"
Wang Zhaoling's expression gradually became serious.
Situ Xiao said lazily: "You, Wang Zhaoling, said that the experience is difficult and you invite the heroes of the world here, but why did you miss the good time for some rubbish and dirty things? Looking back, would you rather have no regrets?"
He slowly pulled out the heavy sword on his back: "Situ Xiao, the Shenhuang Sect, invites the world to fight Qianlong. I'll give you a drink! Who will fight?"
There was silence in the field, and Wang Zhaoling took a deep breath.
The stage he set up became Situ Xiao's martial arts arena.
But this is the original intention...
Even Wang Zhaoling himself doesn't have any pride surging in his heart?
But how can it be that the two strongest swordsmen ended up fighting each other before the sword debate even started? Then wouldn’t the subsequent Qianlong sword debate become a joke?
If you really want to show off your status and style, you should sit high on the throne, watch others compete, wait for the winner to challenge him, and then win the battle. That will be the perfect ending.
Wang Zhaoling suppressed his desire to end as a warrior and turned it into a smile: "Since Brother Situ wants to test the sword, he will not overwhelm others with force. Who wants to go out and accompany Brother Situ to prove his skills?"
There was silence for a moment, who the hell is going to send it off? Situ Xiao never said not to use force to suppress others. Even if he didn't, then no one would have confidence.
Just like Chi Li back then, the only one who could fight him was Yue Hongling. Now that Situ Xiao is standing here, the only one who can really fight him is Wang Zhaoling himself.
Situ Xiao stood in the field holding his sword, but no one responded for a long time. The eyes of the drunken man in ragged clothes gradually showed clear disappointment and disdain.
Yue Hongling is on the list of people, Cui Yuanyong can't avoid suspicion, there is no one here, what is a hidden dragon!
Suddenly laughter came from the sidelines: "A toast to Brother Situ!"
Everyone turned to look, but it was Zhao Changhe who threw out the wine glass in his hand and went straight to Situ Xiao.
Situ Xiao's eyes lit up instantly.
Wang Zhaoling twitched his lips: "Brother Zhao, didn't you say you wouldn't participate?"
Zhao Changhe was very surprised and asked back: "Brother Situ and I met at a banquet, and we competed with each other in skills. We don't participate in the competition for rewards. What's the point of discussing swords with the Wang family?"
Wang Zhaoling: "..."
Xia Chichi laughed out loud, and her delicate hand on the sword hilt gradually loosened.
She also wanted to die, but she hesitated about the influence of her identity. She didn't expect Zhao Changhe to be so shameless.
Others didn't think too much, their eyes were fixed on the wine glasses.
The glass was full of wine, almost even to the rim, but the glass flew into the field without even a trace of wine spilling out, which highlighted his incredible control.
"Yue Hongling's sun-shooting flying feather hidden weapon technique, and the clear blue ripples of the Tang family, blend together, it's so wonderful." Wang Zhaoling murmured to himself in a low voice, the fighting spirit in his eyes getting stronger and stronger, almost forgetting himself
What is the purpose of holding this party?
Situ Xiao's eyes were also full of joy, and his heavy sword was suddenly raised to the ground.
With a "Check" sound, the bottom of the wine glass just happened to rub against the sword, and it slid along the sword. When it reached the hilt, it was blocked for a moment. Surprisingly, the wine glass did not fall backwards, but fell forward.
The wine poured out like an arrow.
Situ Xiao opened his mouth to take it, and every drop of the wine went into his mouth. The cup fell firmly on the sword, as if someone had just poured it for him.
“Good wine!”
Situ Xiao burst out laughing. He patted his waist and the wine bag's stopper popped open. A stream of wine arrows spurted out and accurately landed in the cup. The wine arrow stopped and the cup was completely full.
Immediately he swiped his heavy sword: "Return to Brother Zhao!"
The heavy sword weighing tens of kilograms whizzed past and hit the cup, but there was only a very slight "ding", and the cup flew back leisurely, without spilling the wine in the cup.
This move was much more difficult than Zhao Changhe's cup throw just now. In terms of competition alone, he was better than Zhao Changhe.
Zhao Changhe didn't want to be more pretentious. He directly reached out to catch the wine glass, drank it down in one gulp, and said with great joy: "Good, good swordsmanship, good kung fu!"
After saying this, the wine glass fell on the table and the dragon bird unsheathed!
The dragon roared, and the dim blood light crossed several feet of the hall and went straight to Situ Xiaoxiao in the center.
Situ Xiao casually swung his sword back and stabbed back. The color of the sword's glow suddenly changed in the process. Zhao Changhe's figure actually seemed to be moving in the air. He moved half an inch to the side in a graceful manner, and then turned into a stab and penetrated into Situ Xiao's chest.
Situ Xiao's expression finally became solemn, and he hurriedly stepped aside to get out of the way of the stab. He was equally ecstatic: "Good! Good sword skills! Good body skills!"
Good swordsmanship...
Many people watching were puzzled. Isn't this Zhao Changhe's sword? It's a very outrageous broad sword...
But that thrust just now was indeed the intention of the sword. Where did he get his sword skills and integrate them into his sword skills? Is this something that a rookie in the world can do?
"The Tang family's treading water..." Wang Zhaoling whispered to himself: "That swordsmanship can't figure out the way. It was probably Tang Wanzhuang who helped him merge with the sword. His relationship with Tang Wanzhuang..."
Cui Yuanyang flattened her mouth and sniffed.
"Rubbing!" The swords in the field finally clashed for the first time, but it was not the violent collision of heavy swords and broad knives that people imagined, but the swords were being wiped and the knives were sliding, making a harsh friction sound.
The two of them passed by each other, and at the moment when their bodies were crossed, each left hand slapped the other's chest, waist and ribs, and then they passed each other with a crackling sound.
Zhao Changhe's fingers brushed against Situ Xiao's ribs, like brushing against iron sheets. Nothing happened, but his fingers still hurt a little. Situ Xiao pointed at Zhao Changhe's Yutang point, and nothing happened either.
The two of them passed each other and looked back at each other.
Zhao Changhe rubbed his chest and felt that he had lost. The opponent didn't feel any pain when he practiced horizontally. He just moved the acupoints, but it still hurt. It was a loss.
The joy on Situ's smiling face became a little weird: "Brother Zhao..."
Zhao Changhe: "Ah?"
"You're a fucking grown man, and you're playing tricks with me! Do you still want to reach in and touch me?"
"...I don't know how to punch hard. I'm worried. Can you teach me?"
Situ Xiao looked dumbfounded: "You're so rude."
After speaking, he held the sword in both hands, with his body slightly arched, and his tiger eyes stared: "The fists of our sect are not very strong, but they are as strong as iron, but they are impressive. Brother Zhao, if I can gain something from this battle, I will give it to you."
Brother Zhao has a set of fists and palms, so what’s the harm?”
Zhao Changhe stood with his sword across the sword, his steps slightly wrong, and the blood demon roared into the sky: "In contrast, what Zhao wants to see more is how ingenious and ingenious this heavy sword without an edge is."
Wang Zhaoling: "..."
Is this the Langya sword theory you want?
From the outside, it looks very good.
But why doesn't it feel right...
Before this romance with swords and swords, Wang Zhaoling seemed to have become a passerby, and no one cared about him anymore.
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