Shao Feng said: "Senior Sister Huang has already given it to the Crown Prince."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and nodded.

Qu Ying said: "Master, you should have told us earlier, no matter how stingy the clan is, you will never refuse to give."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said nothing.

His relationship with the Feitian Sect is not that good, and Lu Donghu is not a fool.

He probably guessed that the secret place had been leaked to him.

However, being able to send this knife also shows that he has softened and wants to improve his relationship with himself.

After all, the current situation is very clear. The only one in the entire royal family who has the hope of inheriting the throne is himself.

No one can compete with me yet.

This situation can only be changed unless Uncle Ten sets foot as a Grand Master immediately.

Uncle Ten has not been able to become a Grand Master for several years, which makes the outside world less and less confident in him.

"Your Majesty, the sect leader said that you are an expert in swordsmanship. Not only are your swordsmanship unparalleled, but your swordsmanship is also rare in the world." Qu Ying asked, "How was my swordsmanship just now?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Very good."

Shao Feng hurriedly agreed: "It is indeed a good swordsmanship, I am far inferior to it."

This made Qu Ying roll her eyes.

I was asking the prince, why had I asked him before?

Shao Feng smiled sheepishly.

Chu Zhiyuan was not a good teacher and had no habit of giving casual advice to others.

As a disciple of the Feitian Sect, swordsmanship has its own inheritance system, and no outsiders need to explain it.

Qu Ying asked without giving up: "Is there nothing to improve?"

"The heat is almost there, just practice more and it will be fine." Chu Zhiyuan said.

Qu Ying sighed helplessly.

Shao Feng said hurriedly: "What the prince said is absolutely true. If the heat is not enough, just practice more."

Qu Ying glanced at him sideways.

Shao Feng quickly closed his mouth and smiled apologetically.

Chu Zhiyuan raised his head and looked into the distance: "Let's go, continue."

The eight corpses had quickly turned into eight bones, but they had no idea of ​​burying them.

These evil sect monsters deserved to be exposed in the wild, and it was a mercy not to destroy their bones and spread their ashes.

"Your Majesty, I have a little question, I don't know whether I should ask it."

Qu Ying sheathed her sword and said while using Qing Gong to gallop.

She followed Chu Zhiyuan on her left, and Shao Feng followed on her left.

Zou Fang was behind everyone.

The four of them floated away on the treetops.
Chapter completed!