Only by opening the Nine Palaces and accumulating true energy can one be officially determined to embark on the path of martial arts.
Although Yang Fan has not yet opened the Nine Palaces, he has been lucky enough to learn a martial arts technique of cross-legged breathing and condensing Qi during his many years of study.
And this little difference can only make him hit others harder, but if others hit him, the pain they will endure is almost the same as that of ordinary people.
thus.
Under the fierce slap from Butler Wu who risked his life and wished he could use all his energy to defend the majesty of Wang Zhishou, who was stunned on the spot, Yang Fan's cheeks quickly swelled up, and in the gaps between a few loose teeth , blood oozed from the worn soft flesh, and bloodshot eyes appeared at the corners of his mouth. The burning pain made Yang Fan feel that his brain went blank and he was unable to think.
Even so, Butler Wu had no intention of stopping.
Anyway, after the beating, the royal heir next to him might give the order to kill him.
By then, I'm afraid even King Jin won't be able to protect himself.
In this case, why not have a good time once and for all, so that when you enter the Wu family's ancestral tomb in the future, you can hold your head higher and higher!
Just like that, Butler Wu struck while the iron was hot and slapped Yang Fan several times until Chu Qi came to his senses and shouted loudly, forcing him to finally stop.
"stop!"
Chu Qi yelled and stepped forward, grabbed Yang Fan and pulled him behind him, while glaring at Butler Wu angrily, gnashing his teeth.
Although Butler Wu was a member of Prince Jin's palace, he could not withstand the royal pressure from Chu Qi's bloodline. He glanced away, trying to keep himself calm as much as possible, and in this calmness, he could welcome the arrival of the death trial with relief. .
However, before Chu Qi could go to Shen Liangxingshi to accuse him, Yang Fan, who had regained consciousness as soon as the slap was broken, immediately fell into a state of madness that no one could stop!
"Ahhhh!!!"
"Damn dog slave! I must kill you! Ah——"
Yang Fan even ignored Chu Qi's grasp, flicked his arm hard, and broke away from the latter's hand.
Immediately, he took out a gold-handled dagger from his arms, which looked to be in good condition.
This was during an early hunting trip. Chu Qi was playful and deliberately took him away from the guards. The two of them were searching for prey alone in the forest. As a result, they were accidentally attacked by a pack of wolves. It was Yang Fan who lost a few pieces of meat, and He was almost eaten by a pack of wolves, but only then did he and Chu Qi come to the rescue of the personal guards, and thus received the gift afterwards.
This dagger is not a magic weapon, but it is extremely sharp.
After taking it out, Yang Fan didn't even think about it for a moment, he passed Chu Qi and stabbed directly towards Butler Wu!
The distance between Butler Wu and Yang Fan is less than ten feet.
At this distance, unless a martial artist is present and willing to rescue Butler Wu, it is possible to stop Yang Fan's movements in time.
But the reality is that apart from Chu Qi himself, there are no other martial arts cultivators present.
Will Chu Qi stop Yang Fan?
Won't.
First of all, Chu Qi was just like Yang Fan. From yesterday to now, he was really angry and couldn't express his anger.
Secondly, his relationship with Yang Fan was nominally the prince and his companion, but in fact Chu Qi had long regarded Yang Fan as a little brother of his own age.
They studied together, practiced martial arts together, enjoyed the scenery and safari together, and talked loudly together. From birth to now, they have been almost inseparable.
So now that the situation has developed to this point, Chu Qi also believes that Yang Fan should be allowed to carry his own flag, under the holy light of the Chu family royal family of the Great Yan Dynasty, and tell this so-called king with a different surname with practical actions Head——
You, Shen Wanjun, are worthy of being a great minister.
But don’t forget, the surname in this world is Chu, not Shen!
The moment before the dagger was about to pierce his lower abdomen.
Yang Fan looked ferocious, and there was a hint of pleasure in getting revenge in his fierce eyes.
Butler Wu closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, thinking that the pain would only last for a moment, and after his death, Lord Jin Wang would send him home and give him a glorious burial.
Chu Shile, on the other hand, was a little anxious. He didn't want to see the Jin Prince's Mansion, represented by Shen Liang, in ruins, but he also had a headache about how to resolve the previous "misunderstanding" with Chu Qi when it was his turn.
But as a bang sounded, everyone's thoughts turned to fear!
"ah--"
Screams resounded in front of the door of Prince Jin's Mansion, and large amounts of blood and minced meat spattered on the steps. One person fell to the ground, but it was not Butler Wu who should have been stabbed to death with a dagger.
But Yang Fan.
Except for Shen Liang, several other people present were shocked and looked closely. They saw Yang Fan who had fallen to the ground and bowed. His left hand tightly grasped the broken right arm and was rolling in pain. Not far away, there was a broken arm. His useless hand, which had been blown to bits, still held the golden-handled dagger that Chu Qi had given him.
How is this going?
What happened just now? !
Chu Qi, who was surprised and suspicious, quickly turned his attention to Shen Liang, and then he saw an L-shaped object in Shen Liang's hand. It was bright silver, and he didn't know its name. I don't understand its purpose, but the longer front end is still leaking out a faint wisp of pungent smoke.
Is it... some new type of hidden weapon developed by the Jin Palace?
Chu Qi didn't know.
But one thing that Chu Qi knows very well is that, leaving aside yesterday's cockfight, from the moment Shen Liang showed up today, he has been making progress step by step, provoking and even trampling on the authority of the royal family!
Today, he, Chu Qi, must seek a reasonable excuse from the Jin Palace for the Chu royal family!
In anger, Chu Qi put away the folding fan, looked at the gate of Prince Jin's Mansion with stern eyes, and shouted in a deep voice:
"Chu Qi, the third prince of the Great Yan royal family, is here. Where is the head of the Jin palace!"
A voice carrying some vitality crossed the threshold and entered Prince Jin's palace. Many servants who were busy with their duties in the courtyard heard this angry cry.
Immediately, some servants set off to sit in Chaoshan Mountain to report the news to their own King Jin.
On the other hand, outside the Prince Jin's Mansion, on both sides of the street not far away, people gradually began to gather. They did not dare to get close. They just kept a safe distance and pointed at where the incident broke out.
Facing the third prince of the Great Yan Dynasty, whose pseudonym was Chu Qi but whose real name was Chu Qi, he was furious with cold eyebrows. Shen Liang remained calm. After putting the Desert Eagle that he had habitually carried with him back into his chest, he looked at Chu Qi and responded calmly:
"Your Highness Shen Liang of Prince Jin's Mansion is here. I didn't know that the third prince was here. I missed you from afar. I hope you will forgive me."
He said he was apologizing, but no matter who looked at it, Shen Liang had no fear, fear or respect after knowing his identity as a prince.
Chu Qi resisted the urge to teach Shen Liang a lesson and used his last bit of reason to ask darkly.
"Since you know my identity, why don't you kneel down and salute?!"
Shen Liang still answered lightly.
"Thanks to the kindness of the late emperor, I, the descendants of the Shen family, are allowed to face the saint for generations without having to dismount, remove my armor, surrender my troops, or kneel down. Therefore, I don't have to kneel when the emperor comes in person. What's more, Brother Chu, you are just one of the many princes of the saint today? "
