Marry the prince with a bun

The two of them would never notice his existence at this moment, and he...wouldn't interrupt the mutual love between the couple without a wink.

Lin Jinhuan's eyes dimmed, and he jumped up and disappeared into the air.

Under the moonlight, a single figure passed by.

"Enough, Ning Xiu!"

"it is good."

The fluctuation of the pool water became more wild. After the frantic plundering, the two people who climbed to the top hugged each other tightly.

Grinding, kissing, whispering, tenderness.

The author has something to say: Rubbing your face, the lantern party can't afford to hurt you!JJ is so powerful, I dare not write H boldly!Inflow! /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

46. ​​Preparing for the ring competition...

The fiery feelings gradually calmed down, Xuan Ziyu opened his mouth and bit Ning Xiu's strong shoulder, "I'm tired."

"Ah."

There was a rippling in Ning Xiu's eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, holding Xuan Ziyu's waist to wash his body.

"You...don't do it." Xuan Ziyu grabbed his hand coyly, "I don't want it anymore."

That one time just now had exhausted all his strength, and now he really didn't have the strength to do it a second time.

The hand that was washing for him paused, Ning Xiu looked at him suspiciously, "Are you going to go ashore like this?"

Usually, Xuan Ziyu took the shower alone afterward. As for the cleaning work, Ning Xiu had never done it, but he felt that if he went up to get dressed and went back to sleep, it might affect Xuan Ziyu's body!

"Hmm... get out." Sensitively trembling, Xuan Ziyu was a little at a loss as to the feeling of his fingers suddenly intruding into his body.

"Relax." Ning Xiu chuckled, squeezed the smooth skin on his waist with one hand and said, "I'm going to be gentle."

Xuan Ziyu pursed his lips and reluctantly relaxed his body, and pressed tightly against Ning Xiu's chest, embracing his neck.

"In the future... I can only do it if I want it, and if I don't want it, I can't do it."

Gently fingering the tight and fiery tunnel, Ning Xiu tried his best to suppress the lust that was once again ignited by Xuan Ziyu's cute appearance, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why?"

Xuan Ziyu rolled his eyes at him, "I can't stand it." Raising his hand, he pulled Ning Xiu's hair and vented, "I'm pregnant now!"

Ning Xiu looked at him with bright eyes, and cleaned him carefully, "It's up to you."

Xuan Ziyu blinked triumphantly, leaning on his shoulder and enjoying his service comfortably.

For a moment, Ning Xiu left the unsteady person alone in the warm pool water, quickly dried his body and put on his clothes, then picked up a warm robe, fished out the pool water, and wrapped it tightly. Inside the robe.

"gone back."

"Ah."

Xuan Ziyu mumbled listlessly, glanced at the location of the house and said, "If I'm free, I'll come to do the laundry."

"it is good."

Exercising lightness kung fu, he attacked in the direction of the villa.

By the time Xuan Ziyu regained consciousness, it was already the next morning.

Wrapped in the quilt, he rolled around on the bed, and because he couldn't feel the familiar body temperature around him, he opened his sleepy eyes in surprise.

"Ning Xiu..." Chen Qi's voice was a little hoarse.

"Yeah." After hearing the noise, Ning Xiu came in from the outer room, glanced at Xuan Ziyu who was bewildered, and ordered Er Baozi, who was waiting at the door, to bring some food, and went up to serve Xuan Ziyu himself. Yu dressed and tied her hair.

The dazed Xuan Ziyu let Ning Xiu play with his robe, half-closed his eyes and hummed, "What time is it?"

"It's past noon."

Xuan Ziyu, who was putting on his trousers, was startled, blinked his phoenix eyes, looked at Ning Xiu and said, "Don't you have to go down the mountain today?"

"Yes. The rice for disaster relief has been sent to the southwest, and Ning Chen and Ziluo went to deal with it this morning."

Xuan Ziyu thought for a while and said, "My elder brother is only responsible for delivering the rice grains in the Nandu Company's granary to you. Why did he go down the mountain to deal with things with Ning Chen today?"

Ning Xiu raised his eyebrows, and said with a slight smile, "Are you asking the question knowingly?"

Xuan Ziyu wrinkled his nose, and the old god nodded, as if I understood.

"Do you know who is trying to harm Lu Chengfeng?" Xuan Ziyu, who was putting porridge into his mouth, suddenly asked Ning Xiu.

Ning Xiu stood up, his brows were slightly raised, as if he had sensed something.

He flew out of the door, and spun around flexibly. The black brocade robe drew a sharp arc in the air, and the yellow leaves falling on his shoulders fluttered down with the wind. The silver light in his hand flashed, and the atmosphere suddenly became dignified, and the air was full of chills. Qi.

"It's you?" The white clothes fluttered down, Ning Xiu frowned displeasedly, and said such an emotionless word from his thin lips.

"Tsk tsk! Your lord is so alert!"

Dressed in white clothes like snow, with fluttering skirts, Shuiyue, with a calm appearance, cupped her hands and praised.

"What the hell are you pretending to do in broad daylight?" Xuan Ziyu scolded coldly while biting a big chicken pie.

Shuiyue smiled and opened her eyes, hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to Xuan Ziyu and said, "Young Palace Master, why doesn't he feel any sense of crisis at all? You are going to participate in the first group arena in the afternoon, hurry up and finish your meal, and my subordinates will teach you again." How many tricks!"

"What?!" The big golden chicken pie in his hand fell to the ground, and Xuan Ziyu opened his mouth full of chicken pie and looked at him in disbelief, "Why so fast? Isn't I the one who will be the finale?" ?”

Shuiyue looked at him with a regretful expression and shrugged: "If the lord participates, he may be the finale character, but you, the young palace lord... your martial arts are very questioned by fellow martial artists, so everyone suggested, I am afraid that the Young Palace Master will have to pass five stages and kill six generals before he can enter the ultimate battle for the final martial arts leader!"

Xuan Ziyu choked for breath, his eyes dimmed.

Teng Teng Teng ran to Ning Xiu and shouted: "I won't do it, you let them participate for me."

Ning Xiu looked at Shuiyue questioningly, "Can't it be replaced?"

Shuiyue said helplessly and regretfully, "I can't."

"Then why are you raising these trash? Wuhen, I want to protest!" Xuan Ziyu turned around and yelled at the paralyzed man in black standing on the roof.

Wuhen looked down at him expressionlessly, "This is an order from the lord. The young palace master must get the Demon Extinguishing Sword and take the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance!"

Xuan Ziyu's anger rose immediately, he snatched the silver sword from Ning Xiu's hand, and stabbed at Shuiyue's vital point without thinking.

"I won't go! I don't want to participate in the battle for the leader of the martial arts conference!" The angry Xuan Ziyu attacked Shuiyue with his sword in a disorderly manner.

The latter easily evaded and retreated again and again, persuading him: "Young Palace Master, don't be arrogant! The lives of more than a thousand people in the Demon Palace are in your hands! If the old emperor in the capital doesn't like us, send troops If you take away the devil's palace, the foundation established by the Lord will be destroyed!"

Ning Xiu's face suddenly changed, and he shot to restrain Xuan Ziyu who was on the verge of going berserk.

"No nonsense!"

"Um...let me go..."

Xuan Ziyu's face was red, struggling violently.

The icy breath rose in his eyes, Ning Xiu glanced at Shuiyue lightly and said: "Water protector, you will lose your words if you talk too much, I hope you will not use such words to irritate Princess Jing in the future!"

Shuiyue raised her eyes indifferently, and calmly met Shang Ningxiu's sinister gaze and said, "Since the prince knows that the old emperor will do such a thing, won't he stop him?"

Ning Xiu narrowed his black eyes slightly, and Yin Jiu's eyes fell on Shuiyue like a sharp sword, "Is the Water Guardian inciting me to rebel?"

"Subordinates don't dare." Shuiyue responded lightly and disappeared before his eyes.

Xuan Ziyu gradually calmed down, he understood why his father wanted him to be the leader of the martial arts.

It's just... Ning Xiu's attitude made him a little dissatisfied.

"If the emperor asked you to send troops to destroy the Demon Palace, would you do it?" With an unclear smile on his face, Xuan Ziyu asked calmly, "Ning Xiu, I want to hear your answer." Positive answer.

He wanted to know if he had a place in Ning Xiu's heart at this moment.

"Such a thing will not happen." The handsome face was as quiet as usual, "I will not allow such a thing to happen." He promised.

If it really came to that day, then the strategy of Prince Jing, who has been on the battlefield for many years, is a little bit out of place.

He wouldn't allow that to happen, he was sure of it.

Xuan Ziyu is his man, his concubine, and the Demon Palace is the foundation of Longsu. No matter how jealous and dissatisfied his father is with the General Longsu who once dominated the imperial court and made the surrounding foreign countries fearful, he will not treat him. Long Su shot, shot at the Demon Palace.

Because Long Su had retreated bravely more than ten years ago, compromising with the imperial court rationally and shrewdly, the Demon Palace was just a sect established on a whim to him, and now the real power of the Demon Palace is in the hands of his favorite With him in the hands of Xuan Ziyu in his bones, the court's destruction of the Demon Palace will never happen in the future.

The reason why the old emperor let him marry Xuan Ziyu so readily was probably one of the factors.

He has always been the master of high merit, with the shrewdness of the old emperor, he was able to make Long Su escape from the imperial court and live in such a prosperous world. I am afraid that he also has that so-called brotherhood towards Long Su!

"Really?" Xuan Ziyu looked at his face and whispered, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." The unhesitating but firm assurance blurted out.

Ning Xiu beckoned to him, "Didn't Uncle Huang not want to see that day come, and let you be the ruler of the Demon Palace to attend the martial arts conference?"

Xuan Ziyu thought for a while and complained aggrievedly: "What I don't want to do, I blame you, so I agreed to my father to take on the task of managing the magic palace."

Ning Xiu Chongni stared at him, stretched out his hand to rub his hair and said: "This king thanked the princess here."

Xuan Ziyu blinked, "Eat."

After Ning Xiu stood in the courtyard and told Liu Erbao to take good care of Xuan Ziyu, he quickly left the courtyard and walked towards the Ling side of the villa.

A secluded courtyard with maple leaves like fire.

In the gazebo, sandalwood is curling up, and the tulle is hazy.

A man in an eye-catching red dress sat in the hall, looking at a black and white endgame chessboard in front of his eyes.

He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the man who was slowly walking in, with a look of surprise on his face, he hurriedly got up to greet him.

"Duguqing met Prince Jing."

Ning Xiu looked dignified, waved his hand and said, "Are you familiar with the killer organization in Snow Wind Valley?"

Duguqing shook her head, "The whereabouts of Fengxue Valley have always been secretive, even the spies sent by Shura Palace have never really found out their real whereabouts!"

Ning Xiu raised his eyes arrogantly, stared at Duguqing's side face and said, "Princess Jing said that you look very similar to the portraits in Cangshan Temple, do you know the reason?"

Duguqing pondered for a moment, then said: "I'm stupid, I don't know."

When the Asura Palace and the Qingshan faction were in a stalemate, Ning Xiu had come forward to make peace with Lin Jinhuan and resolved the grievances between the two factions.

Duguqing is not an invincible person, so he naturally keeps this debt of favor in his heart.

But now... that fellow Lu Chengfeng...

"I heard that Chengfeng's poison belongs to your Asura Hall's unique poison. Is there any... dispute between your two factions?"

Dugu pursed his lower lips nonchalantly, and opened his eyes with a contemptuous smile, "It's obvious, the Tang family in Hangzhou is behind it!"

Ning Xiu lowered his eyes and straightened his robes, "The Tang family in Hangzhou and Ning Yuan's concubine Tang Ling'er belong to the same clan, I'm afraid this matter has something to do with King Wu!"

A strange color flashed across Dugu Qingqing's eyes, and he clasped his fists to Ning Xiu and said, "Thank you, my lord, for reminding me."

Ning Xiu walked into the hall, looked at the endgame on the chessboard, and said, "The black piece ignores the back game and goes straight in alone, while the white piece seeks safety and can retreat or defend in danger. This is a good game of chess!"

Dugu Qing smiled slightly, Zhi Hei Zi landed at the junction of black and white.

"This is a chess game left by my father and the late head of the Qingshan School. Has the prince ever seen some clues from the chessboard?"

"Your father is too paranoid."

Dugu Qing let out a long sigh, shook her head with a wry smile, "Same family fights each other, close to each other, father has never been happy in his life!"

"Fate and death, good fortune makes people, you don't have to be so sad, maybe that is their fate."

Duguqing nodded, "Your Highness is right. Yesterday is gone, and today is the endgame. How deep is your obsession and love. Looking back on the past, you will sigh."

Ning Xiu calmed down and attacked Heizi with the white piece, but with two dangerous moves, it was like a magic sword unsheathed, killing Heizi completely like a wind and cloud.

"It's a game of chess where both sides lose, and no one benefits in the end."

After uttering these words softly, Ning Xiu turned and left the pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, Duguqing smiled stiffly and bitterly, looking up at the clear sky, immersed in boundless thoughts.

47. Stepping on the head of the cannon fodder to the ring...

It was when he was sleeping soundly in the afternoon, in the dream Xuan Ziyu turned into the God of War who swept away thousands of troops, holding a silver sword and fighting invincible!Let the martial arts people look up and worship endlessly.

In the dream, he leaned his hands on his akimbo muscles and screamed wildly, but the anxious call from the depths of his sleep pulled him back to his sanity at this moment.

"Young Palace Master..."

"Young Palace Master..."

"I can't sleep anymore, the group arena has already started!"

"Young Palace Master, get up!"

The air in his nose was plundered by someone, someone pinched his nose and made it difficult to breathe, "Uh... get out!"

"Young Palace Master!" Water Guardian cried with joy, "You are finally conscious!"

"Go away, do you want me to demote you?" Xuan Ziyu shouted violently as he opened his eyes alertly.

Shuiyue exaggeratedly pulled her sleeves and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "This subordinate has called you old for half an hour, if you don't wake up, I will draw my sword and kill myself to follow the young master!"

"You cursed me?" He slowly sat up from the bed, did a simple stretching exercise, and lifted the quilt to get out of bed.

"Don't dare dare!" Picking up a bright red robe from the side as if conjuring, "Let the subordinates come down and wait for the young master to change clothes!"

Xuan Ziyu was very dissatisfied with the blood red eyes, "I don't like this dress."

"The red clothes match the young master very well."

Too lazy to talk to someone, "Change clothes for me." He raised his eyes and said to Wuhen.

Wuhen disapproved, turned and walked out of the inner room.

"This is the battle robe specially prepared by my subordinates for the young master." Without any explanation, he grabbed Xuan Ziyu who was standing trembling on the ground in his inner garment, and forced the clothes on him, saying: "The red clothes can be worn by the young master." To cover you when you're wounded and bleeding."

Xuan Ziyu's heart tightened, "What did you say?"

"If the young master is accidentally injured and bleeds during the battle with the opponent, the red clothes can cover up the blood!"

No longer struggling to relax himself, honestly let Shuiyue wear a robe for herself, Xuan Ziyu pursed his lips and fell silent.

"All right."

Putting on the belt of the robe, Shuiyue squinted her eyes in satisfaction and looked around at Xuan Ziyu, saying: "Young Palace Mistress is really a natural beauty!"

"To shut up!"

An extremely enchanting figure was reflected in the bronze mirror in front of him, Xuan Ziyu frowned in disgust, "Are you really planning to let me go to the ring to die?"

Without a bit of internal strength, the three-legged cat's kung fu is not up to the mark, and his father really is, why not let these masters of magic palace guardians with unique skills help him win the position of martial arts leader? !

"Forgive me for being helpless!" Shuiyue cupped her fists regretfully and made a gesture of invitation, "Please, Young Palace Master!"

Shuiyue handed over the small god-killing dagger inlaid with colorful gems, and Shuiyue looked serious.

"Where's Ning Xiu?" Grabbing the dagger lazily, he looked around the room and found that the person had disappeared!

"The prince went out at noon and has not returned yet!"

"Not returned?!" Qingrun's voice raised slightly, "Did he not return or cheated?"

"This...subordinates don't know!"

Xuan Ziyu rolled his eyes, "Who am I going to fight against?"

"Wang Weihu, the leader of the Weihu Gang."

"Is he capable?"

"Infinite strength, average swordsmanship, and hard fists!"

"Oh." Knowing yourself and the enemy is invincible, and knowing the details of your opponent is helpful for fighting.

When they got out of the room, a group of big bosses from the Demon Palace looked up at Xuan Ziyu solemnly, and the master of the Five Elements Sect looked at Xuan Ziyu with sorrow, helplessness and pity in his eyes.

"What's your expression?" With a sad face, it seems that he is going to ascend to heaven soon!

"Young Palace Master, you have to do your best!"

"The honor and disgrace of the Demon Palace rests in your hands!"

"Young Palace Master, come on! Work hard!"

For a while, hoarse voices of encouragement rang out endlessly.

Xuan Ziyu looked at the depressed subordinates in front of him, waved his hands calmly and calmly with the posture of a ruler, and said, "Don't worry everyone, I... will definitely live up to everyone's expectations!"

Taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and walked out of the courtyard with a righteous look.

Ning Xiu, who had just entered the game, greeted him from the courtyard, "Why did you come here?" He cast a dissatisfied glance at Shuiyue who was following Xuan Ziyu and said, "It's your turn to play soon."

Xuan Ziyu snorted absently, feeling powerless for a while looking at the black heads gathered around the ring.

"Aren't Duanmu and the others going to participate in the competition? Is it okay if I compare with them?" The majestic Young Palace Master of the Demon Palace actually wanted to compete with those guys from the small sect, which is not well-known. It will damage the status established by the Demon Palace in the world. !

Just as he was muttering, he saw Shangguan Xiao, the owner of Yujian Villa, squeezed out of the crowd sweating profusely.

"Master Xuan, Lord Jing, please!" With a smile on his face, he politely invited Ning Xiu and Xuan Ziyu to sit on the chairs placed beside him.

Xuan Ziyu glanced at the scene on the ring from the gap in the crowd and said, "How can I fight with so many people?"

Shuiyue hurriedly stepped forward, made a silent gesture to him, looked around with treacherous eyebrows, and said softly: "Young Palace Master, don't worry, this subordinate will help you."

Xuan Ziyu nodded, looking puzzled at Ning Xiu who was whispering to Shangguan Xiao with lowered eyebrows, "Does Shangguan Xiao have a good relationship with Ning Xiu?"

Shuiyue was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "The hidden strength of Lord Jing is far more than what we have seen."

Over the years, Ning Xiu has secretly cultivated many forces of his own in the martial arts, and has attracted many people in the world to use for him.

After all, a prince with outstanding military exploits and a penchant for being a knight-errant would not be able to do without the flattery and flattery of some vain and exaggerated people.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes has their own dreams of martial arts and heroes, and the children of the royal family have the ambition of being kings to rule the world. Knights can use their martial arts to wantonly roam the rivers and lakes, and the noble children of the royal family can also use them. The power, money and status in their hands seduced the knights and knights worked hard for them.

The geese leave their voices, and the people leave their names!

People make money and birds die for food. Even if they survive in such a prosperous and prosperous age, smart people know the law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest.

The so-called rivers and lakes and courts seem to be two different existences that are completely irrelevant, but there is no king in the world, and the intricate relationship between the people in the rivers and lakes and the court cannot be explained clearly in a few words.

The existence of those wealthy gangs in the arena sometimes requires the support and support of the court, and the court also needs those family gangs with high status in the arena to assist the court in controlling the order of the arena.

Only by peaceful coexistence and mutual benefit between the two can a prosperous dynasty like Jiayuan be created.

"I'm still a little sleepy, can I sleep for a while?" Xuan Ziyu blinked lazily, his whole body nestled in the chair, his spirit was loose.

Shuiyue glanced at him angrily, "Pay attention to your manners, manners."

With such a peerless and exquisite face, and wearing such a gorgeous and graceful robe, can't you, Young Palace Master, put on airs and act like the boss of the Demon Palace?

Xuan Ziyu pinched his cheeks, "I'm getting fat, so I can't show any good manners."

Wuhen glanced at him lightly with downcast eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

Shuiyue sighed in pain, "Even if the Young Palace Mistress is fat, she is still beautiful, can you sit upright now?"

Xuan Ziyu stood up abruptly, walked slowly to Ning Xiu's side, interrupted Ning Xiu's conversation with Shangguan Xiao abruptly, "Water Protector asked me to sit upright, and I will sit on you when you sit down. "

Shuiyue was so angry that she wanted to jump, she looked at Ning Xiu in embarrassment, and smiled dryly twice with a bitter face.

Shangguan Xiao looked at Xuan Ziyu in astonishment, his old face was pale, and he stammered for a while and said, "Master Xuan and Prince Jing really have a deep relationship!"

Ning Xiu sat up straight and looked at him without saying a word. The man lowered his head and sat in his arms meekly.

Before he could sit still, he heard a few shouts, "The leader of the Weihu Gang is really extraordinary, he actually beat Lei Zhentian to the ground!"

"That's right, Wang Weihu's power is boundless, his brute force is boundless!"

Xuan Ziyu stiffened his back, and in the next second his eyes blurred, and Shuiyue boldly pulled him out of Ning Xiu's arms.

"Go a few steps forward." He lowered his voice and said, "Go to the crowd."

Ning Xiu also got up and followed Xuan Ziyu to squeeze into the crowd.

"doing what?"

"Go to the stage to compete."

After speaking softly, Wuhen thrust the small dagger into Xuan Ziyu's hand, "This subordinate will send you to the stage."

"Ah..." Before Xuan Ziyu could ask the doubts in his heart, he only felt his feet lighten, and his body was lifted into the air. Someone grabbed the clothes on his back, lifted him up and threw him into the air.

With a dizzy head and starry eyes, several exclamation marks quickly appeared in Xuan Ziyu's heart. He stabilized his mind, held his breath, sank to his dantian, and his body kept falling from the top of the dark head. With a sudden step on a huge head, it landed dangerously on the ring.

Taking a long breath, Xuan Ziyu covered his heart, wrinkled his nose and glanced angrily at Ning Xiu's position.

"So easy..."

A sigh of admiration erupted from the crowd, Xuan Ziyu returned to his senses proudly, and responded with a harmless smile.

"Tsk! Second Young Master Xuan really lives up to the title of Heavenly Man!"

"You look amazing!"

"The immortal descends to earth!"

Dressed in red like fire, just like Shuiyue said, red is really a color that matches Xuan Ziyu very well.

The seductive face is set off by such ostentatious colors, making it even more dazzling.

Even Duan Muyu and Ouyang Yue, who had been rolling around in the Fengyue place for many years, didn't realize that they looked straight at Master Xuan Er.

On the ring, the resolute Wang Weihu looked greedily at the opponent who was close at hand, as if he had lost his sanity.

A beautiful man who can make Su Yunyun, a famous prostitute in the south of the Yangtze River, and Tang Caidie, a famous beauty in Hangzhou, be overshadowed. His opponent is the Young Palace Master of the Demon Palace, the second son Xuan after the saint, Prince Jing The concubine, the rumored idiot Xuan Ziyu in the world?

Facing such a delicate and beautiful man, he was really at a loss.

Xuan Ziyu looked blankly at Wang Weihu who was staring at him in a daze, stepped forward and cupped his fists, smiled and said, "What's wrong with you? If you're tired, go down and have a rest!"

Look, how considerate and understanding he is!

Wang Weihu came back to his senses in panic, his cheeks were hot, he clasped his fists uncomfortably and said: "Master Xuan, please."

Xuan Ziyu blinked, and slowly drew out his small dagger, "You are really not tired, do you really want to fight me?"

Alas, he really didn't want to kill and get bloody!

"Please."

Holding a big knife in an offensive and defensive posture.

"Take a breath first. Look at your sweaty face. If you sweat a lot, you will easily collapse. It's best to drink some water to replenish your energy!"

Not knowing why, Wang Weihu wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Please——"

Xuan Ziyu burst into laughter suddenly, and his smile became brighter and brighter. That eye-catching smile attracted Wang Weihu's reason like a bewitching one.

All the people watching the battle under the stage gasped in unison, and murmured: "When the beauty smiles, the sky and the earth will turn pale, and the sun and the moon will cover it!"

Xuan Ziyu smiled innocently at the people in the audience, looked back at Wang Weihu and said, "I know you are tired, Lord Wang, I can wait for you to rest before I try again."

Where did Shuiyue and Wuhen go?

Why is Ning Xiu gone?

Didn't you say you would help him?

where?

Where did you go?

Do you want him to make a fool of himself here?

What!I can't stand it anymore!

48. A soldier who surrenders without a fight...

A fierce wind blew up, Ning Xiu sharply dodged his body, and stabbed straight at his vitals with the gleaming silver sword.

The murderers were the two guardians of the Demon Palace.

Ning Xiu's expression was suffocated, he hid the astonishment in his eyes, and drew his sword to face each other.

"Your Majesty is good at movement." Shuiyue raised her brows, and the corner of her clothes drew a beautiful arc in the air. She turned her hand and held the long sword drawn from Wuhen's waist, and attacked Ningxiu.

Wuhen nodded to him tacitly, his figure swayed, and his palm was sharp.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm really curious about how many abilities Prince Jing has!"

Her waist-length black hair fluttered in the wind, her black eyes shone with murderous intent.

Wuhen's figure paused a little, and he met Ning Xiu's blood-red pupils. Before the surprised expression faded from his face, the dazzling light quickly pressed against his throat.

"It's too slow." With a strange sneer, the red pupils became even hotter, the wrists were turned, the eyebrows were raised slightly, and the end blade slipped out of the sleeve robe.

With a bang, it shot towards Shuiyue like a shooting star.

"Sure enough!" Shuiyue turned around in the air, dodged Duan Ren, and a sly smile escaped from the corner of her mouth, "There is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people!"

To be able to escape Wuhen's palm and counterattack so quickly, and to be able to deal with him in a split second. It seems that when he confronted Lulina in Yougu that time, Lord Jing had already noticed their attack. Hiding your skills by following and tracking!

Ning Xiu had Xuan Ziyu on the ring in his heart, and he didn't have the patience to play this kind of probing game with Shuiyue and Wuhen.

Withdrawing the long sword resting on Wuhen's neck, he jumped down from the air.

"Is it what the emperor meant? Or are you making your own decisions?" Long Su was still worried about him as expected.

Shuiyue glanced at Wuhen complainingly, "Didn't you stop your composure when you were fighting with me, why are you now a useless puppet?!"

Wuhen met his eyes, and pursed the corners of his mouth stubbornly and indifferently.

Unexpectedly, his eyes intersected with Ning Xiu's. At this time, there was no trace of bloodthirsty in his eyes, and he returned to normal.

Shuiyue secretly sighed, and said with a smile: "The prince in the battle seems to be a little different from usual!"

Ning Xiu said nothing, "Warriors will enjoy the thrill of confrontation." He is no exception.

The warm blood and hard fighting brought him unparalleled enjoyment.

Of course, if he is on par with his opponent, he will feel even more excited and excited.

"The two of us are willing to bow down, it seems that we don't have to worry about the personal safety of the Young Palace Master."

Ning Xiu frowned, not wanting to listen to his nonsense, turned around and walked towards the courtyard where the competition was held.

Shuiyue stared at that haughty figure intently, and sighed softly into the air: "Our mission is over, it's time for you to appear!"

The leaves rustled on the treetops standing outside the courtyard, and the dark clouds covering the sun dispersed. Xuan Jiuyou, who was dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe exactly like Xuan Ziyu's, stood on the top of the treetops.

"Go to the ring." The breeze fluttered, and the red robe flew up.

Shuiyue lifted up lightly and put the long sword in her hand into the scabbard around Wuhen's waist, and complained in a low voice: "Our mission has been completed; can't we take a break for a while?"

Xuan Jiuyou had no expression on his face, and said indifferently, "Let's talk to Long Su." This matter is out of his hands.

He just didn't want to see Xuan Ziyu being bullied by those pious people in the martial arts world who wanted to be the leader of the martial arts world.

"Sigh... to have relatives like you, the Young Palace Master is really happy."

The corner of Wuhen's mouth twitched, and he and Shuiyue walked into the courtyard side by side.

On the ring... Xuan Ziyu was trying to lure the man who was hostile to him with a big knife with a flattering smile on his face.

"Didn't you bring a handkerchief?" Look at the sweat on the other end, it's never too late to wipe it off before fighting!

Wang Weihu pursed his lips and gritted his teeth: "Let's get started, Master Xuan!" This person is definitely here to challenge his patience.

He has been facing each other like this for half a stick around the topic of sweating.

Wang Weihu wants a quick fight.

Because he found that the longer he stared at such a beauty, the weaker his self-control and rationality would become.

"I'm carrying a handkerchief, wipe off your sweat and let's fight again!"

Xuan Ziyu glanced at the audience from the corner of his eye, and was so anxious that he was furious!

Grass!Where did Ning Xiu and the two guardians die?

If you don't come again, I will break the attack!

Putting the dagger back into the scabbard, Xuan Ziyu took two steps forward calmly, took out the handkerchief from his sleeve, stood five steps away from Wang Weihu, and presented the handkerchief in a friendly manner.

"Here you are." The corners of the smiling lips were stiff, which was not a good feeling.

Wang Weihu stared awkwardly at the handkerchief held by Xuan Ziyu's slender fingers, wanting to impulsively go up and take it to wipe the sweat off his face.

But... No, once you get close to Xuan Ziyu, you will leave the enemy with a chance to attack melee.

It is rumored that the people in the Demon Palace are all masters of poisoning, if I approach him at close range, I am sure that I will be... plotted against.

However... There is still a rumor circulating in the Jianghu that the Second Master Xuan's martial arts skills are not good and his internal strength is weak, but what is the real situation... Wang Weihu is somewhat contradictory.

From the moment Xuan Ziyu jumped over the crowd and stood on the ring just now, he had doubts about the true strength of the second young master Xuan.

If he was really weak in internal strength, how could he jump over so many heads off the stage so easily, so chicly and recklessly, and stand on the stage calmly facing him?

Moreover, the series of jumping movements are done so naturally and casually, just this one movement can show the level of the lightness skill of Master Xuan Er.

Xuan Ziyu's smile froze on his face, and the hand that handed out the handkerchief also froze in mid-air.

Above the clear sky, the sun is shining brightly.

Everyone in the audience was attentively waiting for the good show to be staged.

Xuan Ziyu wanted to run away violently, and even wanted to step down from the stage.

"The sweat on your forehead is about to fall into your eyes, which will make your eyes dry. Wipe them off." He lowered his voice and continued to be considerate.

Wang Weihu tugged at his sleeves and wiped his sweat boldly, "Master Xuan Shao is planning to enter into a protracted battle with Old Wang?"

Xuan Ziyu smiled dryly, took back his handkerchief, and took a few steps forward, quickly drew out his small dagger, and rushed towards Wang Weihu with the sword in a flash of dizziness.

Wang Weihu was terrified, and wanted to attack with a knife, but suddenly his whole body was shaken, the scene in front of him was in a daze, his head was confused, his eyes rolled over, bang!In response, he fell straight on the ring.

"Master Wang..."

"Young Master Xuan is hiding everything!"

Under the arena, the eyeballs of everyone were about to pop out of their sockets, and they all stared round in astonishment, all stared at Xuan Ziyu in unison, and sighed and sighed again.

Xuan Ziyu threw himself in front of Wang Weihu's lying corpse, stopped, squatted down, stretched out his hand to test his breath, waved his hand and said to the crowd: "The leader of Wang Weihu passed out due to heatstroke!"

After the words fell, the crowd burst into a roar like a frenzy, "This... this is too unreliable!"

"It's outrageous!"

"Unbelievable!"

Shangguan Xiao called a medical team to push aside the crowd, walked onto the ring, lifted Wang Weihu onto the stretcher, briefly reviewed his situation and said to the crowd: "The main body of the Wang Gang is exhausted and fainted due to heatstroke. The Lord wins without a fight!"

"Isn't this too easy!?"

Someone raised their arms and shouted in dissatisfaction.

Shangguan Xiao's old face sank, and he said seriously: "Win or lose is determined. Gang Master Wang fainted, which means that he is unable to fight with Master Xuan Shao again. Don't you all want to wait for his physical strength to recover before competing with Master Xuan Shao?" Is it? If such injuries or special circumstances delay the selection of the martial arts leader, I am afraid that the