Imperial Cultivation

"Come on!" The Twelfth Prince said carelessly, but his feet moved back slightly, his body tense.

He was honest but not stupid, and besides, the Fourth Prince and Sixth Prince were reminding him from the side.

Although he felt that Chu Zhiyuan was boasting, he would not underestimate the enemy.

A lion uses all its strength even when hunting a rabbit.

The princes behind him all showed expressions of watching a good show.

One was an Eighth Rank, and the other was a Third Rank, and this Third Rank even had a look of certainty.

No matter how you looked at it, it felt absurd and ridiculous.

If it were someone else, it would be impossible to do such an outrageous thing.

But it was not surprising on Chu Liezhao.

There was no logic to his actions, strange and irritable, a dog's mouth can't produce ivory.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at the Twelfth Prince calmly: "Are you ready?"

"Hehe, feel free to come at me!" The Twelfth Prince grinned, looking nonchalant.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly threw a punch.

"Bang!" A fist mark suddenly appeared on the Twelfth Prince's chest, knocking him flying.

When Chu Zhiyuan punched, he had already gathered his palms and protective Yuan Qi.

But in front of this fist mark, his resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

His body flew out involuntarily.

He flew past the princes who were watching the show and landed in the thick snow on the mountain wall behind.

"Bang!" He crashed heavily into the snow, scattering snowflakes all around, and a deep pit several times larger than his body outline appeared on the snow.

The fist mark appeared in mid-air, hitting the Twelfth Prince and knocking him back into the original pit.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and said: "Twelfth Brother, where is your fist technique?"

The Twelfth Prince gritted his teeth, and once again braced and kicked off, punching ahead of Chu Zhiyuan in mid-air.

Chu Zhiyuan then punched.

"Bang!"

The two fist marks collided in mid-air, and a gale howled, sweeping around.

The princes' clothes fluttered in the wind.

Snowflakes fluttered down.

Chu Zhiyuan sat in the midst of the falling snow, looking at everyone calmly.

In the falling snow, he sat steadily, and his calm and mountain-like aura made everyone feel inexplicably unshakable.

"Yo, this Ninth Brother, is really..." The Sixth Prince said in surprise: "Fourth Brother, we underestimated him."

The Fourth Prince nodded slowly.

"Fourth Brother, is this revenge?" A handsome young man leaned over and said with a smile: "As expected of the narrow-minded Fourth Brother."

He crossed his arms and watched Chu Zhiyuan, who was sitting quietly like a mountain, with a look of great interest.

He looked again at the Twelfth Prince, who was smashed into the stone wall and unable to move for a while, with an interested expression.

The Fourth Prince glared at him coldly: "Seventh Brother, say less!"

"Hehe, Fourth Brother, can't I even speak the truth?" The handsome young man smiled: "I never thought Ninth Brother would be so promising... Fourth Brother didn't expect it either, did he?"

He shook his head and said: "It seems that the previous tribulation really enlightened Ninth Brother."

He heard the news that after a near-death experience, the Ninth Prince's expression and temperament had changed greatly, and he had finally grown up, began to pay attention to cultivation, and began to practice diligently.

This made him quite curious.

After a person dies once, there will definitely be changes, but whether it is for better or worse is another matter.

The Fourth Prince looked at Chu Zhiyuan and said slowly: "Ninth Brother is really different now."

He looked at the Seventh Prince: "Seventh Brother, can you take this punch?"

The Seventh Prince shook his head: "Twelfth Brother's Great Bright Fist is already extremely powerful, and his realm is also powerful. I would be about the same if I went up."

Twelfth Brother's aptitude is extremely good, and he is an Eighth Rank at a young age, which is comparable to me.

Moreover, his understanding of the Great Bright Fist is deeper and more powerful.

So if I really fight Ninth Brother, I will undoubtedly lose.

This is really a strange thing, does it mean that practicing seriously for ten days is equivalent to my ten years?

Even a genius shouldn't be to this extent.

Did Ninth Brother hide his cultivation before?

"Impossible!" The Twelfth Prince lay on the dark stone wall, muttering to himself.

The snow on the stone wall was completely shaken off, leaving only stone.

He was like embedded in the stone, with a look of shock and doubt, muttering to himself.

Chu Zhiyuan no longer looked at him, and turned to the other princes: "Everyone, does anyone want to spar?"

As soon as he said this, the princes gasped and widened their eyes.

Was he issuing a challenge to all the princes?

Wasn't this too arrogant?

Was this Ninth Prince crazy?

Chu Zhiyuan's eyes swept over the princes one by one: "My cultivation is not enough, I have some understanding of the Great Bright Fist, I have gained some superficial knowledge, and I want to ask my brothers for advice and spar with them."

His eyes finally fell on the Fourth Prince's face: "Fourth Brother, how about it?"

The Fourth Prince said in a deep voice: "Ninth Brother, you just sparred with Twelfth Brother, you should rest."

The Sixth Prince smiled and said: "Fourth Brother is a Ninth Rank, and is about to step into the Qi Transformation stage, fighting you would be bullying you."

Chu Zhiyuan snorted: "Sixth Brother, do you think I can't beat Fourth Brother?"

"No matter how powerful your Great Bright Fist is, it can't be to this extent."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "It is said that the Great Bright Fist can defeat enemies beyond its realm, let's see if it really has such power today."

The Sixth Prince snorted: "Such a big tone, come, let me spar with you."

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and smiled.

The Sixth Prince frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

"I am envious of Fourth Brother, Sixth Brother, and Twelfth Brother for having such deep brotherly love."

"I am the same with other brothers."

"Sixth Brother, why be so hypocritical, everyone is here, are you afraid that Fourth Brother will lose face completely?" Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and said: "What's so embarrassing about losing in a spar between brothers? If you lose today, you can get back at it tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he punched the Fourth Prince: "Fourth Brother, take this punch!"

This punch was extremely sudden and extremely fast.

The fist mark appeared in front of the Fourth Prince in an instant.

The Sixth Prince stepped forward to block it, but was blocked by the Fourth Prince.

The Fourth Prince stepped out and punched, also using the Great Bright Fist.

"Boom!"

The two fist marks collided in the air, making a thunderous explosion.

A strong wind raged around.

Chu Zhiyuan still sat steadily on the warm jade futon, and punched again.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."

One fist mark after another appeared, the previous fist mark had not disappeared, and the next fist mark had already appeared.

The fist marks became more and more numerous, looming.

The fist marks on both sides collided one by one, making a series of muffled sounds, and the wind became stronger and stronger.

It was already impossible to open one's eyes around.

The princes squinted their eyes, using their power to stabilize their bodies and watch.

They had to see them determine the winner.

Chu Zhiyuan sat steadily, while the Fourth Prince kept retreating, avoiding the brunt of the attack.

Through repeated urging of the Great Bright Fist, Chu Zhiyuan's understanding of the fist technique deepened.

It was not only in line with the Bright Heart Realm, but also the fist strength had to contain the meaning of light, to purify the world with the fist strength as light.

Light is the strongest force to purify the world, but there are many ways of light, one of which is to contain light in the fist strength and exert it.

So as to purify the evil in the world.

"Fourth Brother, the last punch!" Chu Zhiyuan suddenly shouted, leaping into the air and punching out.

A huge fist mark appeared in the air, twice the size of his fist.

The fist mark was larger, but more blurred, looming, and could not be seen without careful observation.

Under this punch, the Fourth Prince had not been able to fully display his strength, had not been able to exert his advantages, and was震飞by the fist strength.