No matter how high your skills are, you are afraid of kitchen knives. No matter what kind of yoga magic skills you have or what kind of ups and downs, you can only stop the dishes when you meet Mr. Shen’s iron rod.

Chen Ao smiled and waved the iron rod in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt liked it.

Looking at Prince Surya, the prince sneered, but was frightened by Chen Ao's fierce attitude just now. When he looked at his entourage, he was dying at this moment, his whole body was twitching, especially his arm, and he was even bruised and broken, screaming in pain.

Chen Ao was indifferent to this, and he believed in only one principle. He always had to pay it back when he came out to make trouble. The bastard of Ni Polaroid and the commander Hu Ang made a heavy move without hesitation. Hu Ang fell off the horse and was seriously injured, and they did not show any sympathy. Since they wanted to play, they would be able to afford to lose, so there was no need to abuse sympathy for such people.

Chen Ao put the iron rod in his arms, inserted it around his waist, walked closer to the emperor, bowed and said, "Official family, in this second game, the students were lucky enough to be humiliated, and they won by chance." He sighed: "Students are the best at riding donkeys, but this is the first time that the big girl got married. Fortunately, international friends are very polite and give in. Otherwise, with the students' weight, they would have been defeated."

I would give in more. Mr. Chen is so modest. That international friend has given in his hand. He can't get up until now.

Zhao Ji nodded coldly and nodded, saying, neither encouraging nor criticizing Chen Ao's actions. He naturally had Chen Ao to say and do what he should say.

Chen Ao's stick did relieve his hatred. Prince Surya was arrogant and Zhao Ji did not retain any mercy. It is time to teach a lesson to Shou'er Xiaobang.

As for the guards in the palace, Chen Ao's eyes were naturally different. Hu Angry, Lord Hu, who was just overthrown, was their immediate boss. Lord Hu was humiliated, and they felt deeply. At this time, Chen Ao's move was very consistent with their wishes, and he avenged them a grudge and did what they wanted to do but dared not do.

Chen Ao smiled slightly. The effect of this stick was still very great, especially when the iron stick was inserted around his waist, and even walking was like a gust of wind. He was so happy. He turned back and said to Prince Surya: "Your Highness, is it time for His Highness to take action in this third Marseille?"

Prince Surya looked at Chen Ao angrily. He was aggressive just now. Now this aggressive one has been replaced by Chen Ao. With Chen Ao's style of behavior, the prince believes that in the next game, this iron rod will definitely greet him, and this guy will not show mercy.

But if you give up in this third game of Marseille, not only will the Nibora lose the bet, but the beauty who is about to be won will disappear, and even he will be ridiculed.

He pondered for a moment and sneered, "Okay, Xiao Wang competes with you." He said a few words to the other escort behind him. The escort nodded, but pulled out the scimitar from his waist and handed his hands respectfully on Surya's hand.

Everyone took a breath when they saw it. The prince was about to use a knife. It was amazing. Marseille first turned into a boxing match, and then a boxing match became a fight. Now even the knife came in handy, as if he was going to fight and compete.

Surya grinned and said, "Prince Chen, please."

Chen Ao became alert. He didn't expect that Prince Surya would actually start fighting for his life at this time. The prince could most of the entourage could do martial arts such as yoga, and he also carried a scimitar. How bad is it.

The arrow was on the string and had to be fired. At this point, Chen Ao felt a sense of wind and slightness and Yi Shuihan. His eyes looked at the ministers and guards. When he saw many people expressing sympathy and reluctance, he couldn't help but think, hey, why didn't anyone stand up and talk? Hey, why did he even move the knife? Didn't he really teach me a scholar to fight to the death?

Alas, it seems that people are not very reliable these days, so Chen Ao had to pull out his stick and jump onto the horse again. However, Prince Surya asked his entourage to lead another horse, looking at Chen Ao with great momentum, full of murderous intent, and grinning.

"Xiao Wang's sword is not sympathetic, so Young Master Chen doesn't have to be polite." This sentence has obvious provocative meaning. It is obvious that Prince Surya is sure to win, and he is very skilled in yoga skills. With a scimitar in his hand, he is not panicked and no longer takes Chen Ao seriously.

Chen Ao smiled embarrassedly: "Don't worry, your highness, the student will definitely not be polite." Be kind, whoever is polite will be finished, the scimitar will not have eyes.

The two of them rode side by side, waiting for a command in front of everyone.

The eunuch who was singing looked a little nervous and said in a trembling voice: "Open..."

Before the words of Sai were released, Prince Surya had already driven the horse to start galloping, holding the scimitar in his hand tightly, thinking to himself: "When Chen Ao rushed forward, I will slash down and see how he resisted it." He was secretly proud in his heart, and Chen Ao had already come from behind and smashed it in a mess.

"Shameless villain!" Prince Surya was furious. The competition had just begun. Before the horses had sped up, Chen Ao had already taken action. Surya was completely unprepared. He thought that Chen Ao would run a hundred feet and then act like before. Unexpectedly, Chen Ao was not polite at all. As soon as the word "Shi" fell, the iron rod swept over, caught him off guard.

Bang... The rod hit Prince Sulya's shoulder, and a heart-wrenching pain spread throughout his body. Prince Sulya almost fainted, gritted his teeth, and was about to cut him with his other hand knife, but he was still one step slower. In such a fight, it was just about who took the lead. The iron rod hit Prince Sulya's chest again. Chen Ao laughed and said, "Your Highness, look, the student is going to hit your head."

When this sentence was said, Prince Surya was shocked. If he really hit the head, he would not have any life. He quickly raised his sword to block it. Unexpectedly, Chen Ao smiled, and the iron rod in his hand swept across, and hit Prince Surya's back.

The three sticks fell, and Prince Surya suddenly lost his center of gravity, and he was caught off guard. The scimitar had already been thrown away and I don’t know where he went.

Just like before, Chen Ao casually pulled his horse around Yuanhe and walked back to the starting point. In this third game, the victory was both sudden and relaxed.

Prince Surya got up from the snow, and was already in great pain. He was supported by his entourage and limped in front of everyone, with a loss of face.

Despicable and shameless, Surya cursed in her heart, trembling lips, and her eyes were fierce. But Chen Ao pulled over and said with a smile: "Your Highness, you won two games in three games, and your Highness seems to have lost."

Surya gritted his teeth and said, "You dare to beat me. The Song Dynasty is completely rude and righteous. Needless to say, the envoys are disrespectful, but they even beat the envoys. Humph, there is no need to discuss this peace. When I return to the country, I will definitely ask my father for his orders and lead the army to attack the Tubo tribes."

The ministers were excited for a moment. This prince was so shameless that he proposed the competition, and he ordered him to hit people first. Now the horse racing race is not a win, but he is cheating.

Chen Aoha laughed: "Your Highness wants to attack Tubo, just attack." He then dismounted and said loudly: "The Song Dynasty only needs to write a letter and promise to trade with Sudan. Please ask Sudan to open up a channel for trade with our Song Dynasty. You don't need to spend a penny of copper coins or a piece of brocade to teach you how to destroy your country and your family."

He smiled and turned to Zhao Ji from afar and said, "Your Majesty, the student heard that there is a country hundreds of miles from the border of Nibora. This country has a large army of 100,000, and the people of China love to trade the most.

Ask Your Majesty to write a letter and promise to trade with him by land. The Sultan of this country will definitely be happy. Within three years, he will definitely lead his army to open up the channel for trade and trade with the Song Dynasty. By then, the Nibora Kingdom was gone, and the confidant troubles of the Tubo Kingdom will naturally be relieved."

Chen Ao's words made Surya suddenly startled and then shocked. The country Chen Ao mentioned was the Seljuk Turks located in the northern part of India. They continued to erode the land of India in the northern part of India, and the territory they controlled was not too far from Nibharata. If the Song Dynasty really studied the book, it would be very bad.

At this time, the pain all over his body spread again. He gritted his teeth, looked at Chen Ao with hatred, and said, "The Nibaura Kingdom has long admired the kindness of the Celestial Empire, and is willing to pay tribute and submit to the surrender, and become a brotherly country with the Tubo tribes."

The ministers were in an uproar, and no one expected that Chen Ao's words would have such an effect. Zhao Ji frowned slightly, and then realized that the people of Xixia were threatening Tubo, and Nibora also threatened Tubo. But was there no threat to this Nibora country? Chen Ao's method was nothing more than a strategy of tyranny, to win over the enemy's enemies to attack the enemy.

After understanding this section, Zhao Ji smiled: "Come on, please help the prince to treat the injury. There is no need to rush to discuss matters."

A good banquet turned into a bickering, and then a bickering became a horse racing. After the horse racing, it was a fight again, which evolved quickly and was shocking. At this time, the banquet was over, and the diplomatic relations were also at a dawn, and many people had already said goodbye.

Chen Ao was not stuck for much, and he led the horse out of the palace with emotion. This good horse has now belonged to Chen Ao. The official gave it to him, and he won't suffer any loss when he made a horse in a banquet.

As for the infamy left by fighting the prince, he didn't care at all. Since he had used the knife, he had no reason not to take the initiative. The prince was also very stupid. He actually thought that Chen Ao would be polite. He thought Chen Ao would take action halfway, but he didn't know that Chen Ao was the most rude person. He was beaten up when he started the game. Even if he had all kinds of skills, he would only be beaten when he encountered such a situation.

Chen Ao rode his horse and wandered around the street slowly. This horse is indeed a rare and good horse, and it seems to be able to understand people's intentions. Without Chen Ao's activation, he can control the rhythm of speed.

When he returned to the Duke Qiguo Mansion, it was already early. When the disciple saw Chen Ao coming back from afar, he hurriedly came over and said with a smile: "Master Chou, what kind of horse is this? It seems not the one in the stable. Didn't Brother Yang drive you to the palace to take you to the banquet? Why didn't he come back with Master Chou?"
Chapter completed!