Seeing how arrogant he was, Feng Zhihao's face darkened and he said coldly: "If the prince is good at using a sword, he might as well use a sword."

"No need." Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Young Master, be careful, I use quick moves to win."

Feng Zhihao said calmly: "What a coincidence, so am I. Your Majesty, please help me!"

There was a slight flash of yellow air on his face.

Chu Zhiyuan saw with his super sense, the yellow light on Feng Zhihao's body suddenly brightened, and his true energy began to condense on his feet.

"Young Master, please go first." Chu Zhiyuan said, "If I make a move, Young Master will never have the chance to take action again."

"Hey!" Feng Zhihao sneered: "Here!"

His palms turned yellow as if covered with a layer of yellow mud, and his body turned into a yellow shadow and rushed forward in an instant.

Chu Zhiyuan deduced that he also had miraculous abilities that were as close as a step away from the world.

The Houtu Sect is good at borrowing the power of the earth, and Qinggong borrows the power of the earth. It is not surprising to have miraculous skills that are as close as a step away from the end of the world.

Under the super sense, Feng Zhihao's movements were like slow motion, every movement was clear, and you could even see the fluttering of his hair and the fluttering of a thin layer of down on his face.

Based on his judgment, he took a diagonal step out. Feng Zhihao happened to rush to his original position, and he happened to be behind Feng Zhihao.

A light palm patted his back.

"Bo!"

Feng Zhihao stopped and stood like a pile.

"Poof!" The paused body trembled violently, and a blood arrow suddenly spurted out. The blood mist in the sky glowed brightly in the sunlight.

Chu Zhiyuan closed his palms and stood up.

Feng Zhihao slowly turned around and looked at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head with disappointment.

As soon as he came into contact with Feng Zhihao's back, his super-sensation could clearly understand the flow of Qi in his internal organs and meridians.

Feng Zhihao's feet contain two masses of true energy, just like stepping on hot wheels. No wonder his movements are so fast.

Lao Gong also contains two masses of true energy in the palms of his hands, making his hands extremely fast.

Feng Zhihao gritted his teeth and spit out two words: "Again! Come!"

"Please——!" Chu Zhiyuan smiled.

Feng Zhihao's face flashed with yellow air, and his figure disappeared in a flash, and the next moment he was behind Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan disappeared in a flash and appeared behind him at the same time.

Feng Zhihao was on guard this time, twisted his waist and turned around to meet him with both hands.

But Chu Zhiyuan leaned forward, his right palm lightly passed between the two palms, and hit him in the heart.

"Bang!"

Feng Zhihao shot straight out and hit the wall, motionless like a painting hanging on the wall.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and picked up a mud ball with his toes.

The pill was shot into Feng Zhihao's pubic area.

"Uh...cough cough cough cough..."

Feng Zhihao inhaled exaggeratedly, his chest swelled to an exaggerated extent, and then he coughed violently and slid down the wall to the base of the wall, coughing non-stop.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

Guo Chi was so excited that he wanted to applaud and cheer.

Zou Fang looked at Feng Zhihao with a smile and shook his head.

After coughing dozens of times, Feng Zhihao slowly stood up with his support on the wall, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and said coldly: "You're wrong, Your Majesty is so good at martial arts!"

Just in case, it does happen.

The crown prince of Prince Qing's Mansion, which is about to be ruined, is so powerful!

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and said with a smile: "The young master's cultivation is good, but his martial arts skills are not good, and his firepower is not enough."

Feng Zhihao was speechless.

I could feel that his energy was almost the same as mine, but he was beaten so hard that I couldn't fight back.

This feeling of frustration made him hate it.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "That's how it is if you just practice internal skills and mental skills. You still have to practice martial arts well, otherwise you will lose the face of the Houtu Sect."

Feng Zhihao's face was ashen and he said nothing.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "It's a pity today, there is nothing gained. The young master's martial arts is not worthy of his temper. It doesn't matter if we martial arts practitioners have bad tempers, but our martial arts must be worthy of our temper, right?... I'll talk to the young master some other time. Let’s discuss it.”

Feng Zhihao felt more and more suffocated, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "We will compete again in a month!"

Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "See you in a month, let's go."

He cupped his fists and turned around to leave.

Guo Chi and Zou Fang followed Chu Zhiyuan away without even looking at Feng Zhihao.

Feng Zhihao stared at Chu Zhiyuan's back, his eyes bursting with cold light, and his heart was turbulent.

Chu Zhiyuan saw clearly with his super sense.

It seems that this young leader is not open-minded and holds a grudge, so he needs to be dealt with a few times.

After leaving Houtu Hall far away, Chu Zhiyuan said: "Zou Fang, find a house within a hundred meters of Houtu Hall."

"Yes." Zou Fang agreed softly.

Guo Chi stood on the other side of Chu Zhiyuan and sneered: "You bastard, the prince taught you a good lesson!"

——

At dusk the next day, Chu Zhiyuan entered a house about fifty meters away from Houtu Hall, looked at the three-entry courtyard, and was quite satisfied.

The previous owner of this house was obviously a wealthy man, and his elegance contained luxury.

What he was most satisfied with was that the distance between this house and Houtu Hall was fifty meters.

You can clearly see everything in Houtu Hall, especially the quiet room at the back, and you can clearly see the strange painting.

After walking around for a while, he left the house and returned to Prince Qing's Mansion.

——

A bright moon hangs high.

Mingyue Restaurant is like a palace in the sky.

Chu Zhiyuan was sitting in a private room on the third floor, admiring the bright moon in the night sky through the open window, drinking wine and eating delicious food.

At the table were Gao Lingfeng and several officials from the Ministry of Etiquette. One of them, Zhou Xudong, a foreign minister, was at the same level as Chu Zhiyuan, and several other officials.

Several people were chatting and drinking wine.

Such banquets are obviously commonplace for them. After drinking a few glasses of wine, they let go of their reserve and spoke freely.

The Ministry of Rites is a Qingshui yamen with little oil and gas, so the officials have very few conflicts of interest and can be considered harmonious.

Another member of the Communist Party of China, Zhou Xudong, was born in a poor family and was also a good scholar. His talent was not inferior to that of Gao Lingfeng, but he was a bit unlucky and won the third prize.

According to his background, he should have gone outside the Ministry of Rites to show his talents, and should not still be trapped in the Ministry of Rites and be a frustrated person at the age of forty.

Chu Zhiyuan was very curious but didn't ask much, just observed.

Zhou Xudong has a tall and straight figure, an average appearance, and dark skin. He looks more like a farmer than an official. After drinking a few drinks, he made shocking remarks: "These martial arts sects are all the source of trouble. Ordinary people are suffering." They have been around for a long time, and according to me, they should all be wiped out!"

Chu Zhiyuan was startled.

"Yes, they should all be wiped out!"

"It's all a disaster!"

…

The principals slapped the table and agreed one after another.

Chu Zhiyuan saw that all of their eyes were shining brightly and they were excited, as if they were about to attack someone, and he couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

This is obviously too much suppression.

The officials of the Zongwu Division he came into contact with did not have a favorable impression of the various martial arts sects.

I thought Gao Lingfeng was already radical, but now I see that Gao Lingfeng's idea of ​​weakening and suppressing is not radical at all. This group of people is even more radical.

Zhou Xudong glared at Chu Zhiyuan: "Master Chu thinks that the Zhenwu Division is enough to intimidate people in the martial arts world, so they don't dare to commit crimes or commit crimes, right?"

Chu Zhiyuan looked at him and knew that he didn't need his answer.

Zhou Xudong sneered: "How many innocent people were killed in those remote areas without being discovered? No matter how powerful the Zhenwu Division is, the number of people is limited, the scope of shock is limited, and there are too many murderers at large!"

Everyone agreed.
To be continued...