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Ren Pingsheng looked at his sister-in-law's delicate face, a smile on his lips, and asked: "Your Highness, are you afraid that I will have a conflict with Ye Xuan?"

Liu Yunmeng hesitated for a long time, but finally nodded.

Ren Pingsheng knew that she was thinking about him, worried that he would lose to Ye Xuan and end up like the burly man who came on stage at the beginning, with a miserable end of broken legs and arms.

A warm current surged in his heart, and he reached out and rubbed her little head, saying softly: "Your Highness, don't worry, I know what's going on."

"That's good."

Liu Yunmeng was relieved immediately, a smile appeared between her eyebrows, and she reached out to hold his arm: "Then let's go shopping."

After gently pulling, she found that Ren Pingsheng was still standing there, motionless.

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Liu Yunmeng's eyes showed doubts, and she turned to look at Ren Pingsheng, with a puzzled look on her face.

Ren Pingsheng looked at her with a relaxed look: "If I can't beat him, I will use means to save my life."

What does it mean?

He wants to challenge Ye Xuan on stage?

Liu Yunmeng was slightly startled, and soon understood his intention. Without any hesitation, she said decisively: "No! You promised to accompany me all day today, I won't let you go!"

Ren Pingsheng spread his arms, hugged her in his arms, and coaxed softly: "It won't take long to deal with him. After the fight, I will accompany Your Highness to go shopping."

"No!"

Liu Yunmeng twisted her body, trying to struggle out of his arms, and said firmly: "I said, you are not allowed to go!"

Seventh grade vs. fifth grade.

There are two grades in the middle.

Ren Pingsheng has almost no chance of winning against Ye Xuan!

Today, no matter what Ren Pingsheng said, he can't let him challenge on stage.

That's it.

Her eyes became more determined, she hugged Ren Pingsheng's arm tightly, and snorted: "If you don't listen to me, I will... never talk to you again!"

The voice fell.

The room became quiet.

Just when Liu Yunmeng thought she had convinced Ren Pingsheng.

His lost voice rang in her ears.

"Does your Highness think that I am a reckless person?"

Liu Yunmeng was slightly startled, and had no time to answer.

Ren Pingsheng said again: "Does your Highness... distrust me so much?"

"I don't..."

Liu Yunmeng denied it hastily.

"Then why does your Highness feel that I am just hitting a rock with an egg when I challenge Ye Xuan on stage?"

Ren Pingsheng's tone became more lost, with a hint of sadness, as if he had suffered a major blow.

"Is he like this because he thinks I don't trust him?"

Liu Yunmeng's heart softened, and she denied again: "I never said that."

"Then why does your Highness use all kinds of means to stop me?"

Ren Pingsheng suddenly questioned.

"This palace..."

For a moment, Liu Yunmeng didn't know how to explain.

Because that was the fact.

She really didn't believe that Ren Pingsheng could defeat Ye Xuan, and she really thought that Ren Pingsheng's challenge to Ye Xuan was a futile attempt.

"I have always regarded Your Highness as my closest person, but I didn't expect that my closest person didn't trust me."

Ren Pingsheng's voice trembled slightly, with complex emotions.

Liu Yunmeng opened her mouth, wanting to defend herself, but didn't know what to say.

At the same time.

She vaguely felt that Ren Pingsheng's words were a little wrong, as if he was changing the concept.

But she couldn't say what was wrong specifically.

"If Your Highness still trusts me, don't stop me. I know my limits."

While the sister-in-law didn't react.

Ren Pingsheng struck while the iron was hot and told her his true purpose.

Liu Yunmeng wanted to refuse, but was afraid that he would think too much, so she stopped talking all of a sudden.

At this moment.

Ren Pingsheng bowed his hands and said solemnly: "Thank you, Your Highness. I will be back soon!"

After that, he walked out of Zuihua Pavilion in Liu Yunmeng's blank eyes.

After a few breaths.

She realized that Ren Pingsheng was pretending to be sad.

"Don't go! Come back to me!"

Liu Yunmeng shouted loudly and chased out of Zuihua Pavilion.

It's a pity that he was a step slower after all.

Looking up, Ren Pingsheng's figure had appeared on the high platform not far away.

"It's over."

Liu Yunmeng looked at his figure and couldn't help but think of this idea.

Then, her pretty face showed anxiety, and she hurriedly called the shopkeeper of Zuihua Pavilion and handed her the jade pendant on her waist, saying in a hurried tone: "Take this sign to find Cui Yu, the commander of the Jinyiwei, and ask him to come quickly!"

As the shopkeeper of the largest restaurant in the capital, the shopkeeper of Zuihua Pavilion can be regarded as having seen the world. Without any hesitation, he responded: "I understand!"

After that, he tightly grasped the jade pendant and left quickly.

Liu Yunmeng looked back at the platform, his brows full of worry, and prayed in his heart: "Don't let anything happen!"

At the same time.

The eyes of the onlookers were also focused on Ren Pingsheng.

With the previous experience of Mr. Lan.

They thought that it would be impossible for someone to challenge on the stage in a short time.

But unexpectedly, within less than an incense stick of time, someone else stood up.

Instantly.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

But the next second, they all became dim again.

One effort, the second weakened, the third exhausted.

After experiencing two consecutive blows.

They no longer held the same ardent hope as the previous two times.

After all.

They all saw the horror of the demon youth.

"I hope this young man can hold on for a while longer."

The onlookers looked at Ren Pingsheng and thought so in their hearts.

A few cultivators recognized his identity, opened their mouths slightly, and looked surprised: "It's the Prince of Zhenbei..."

As soon as this was said.

Everyone was slightly startled, looked up, and looked carefully, and found that it was really the Prince of Zhenbei, and their hearts sank to the bottom of the valley.

"The Prince of Zhenbei, who has practiced for so many years, is only the ninth rank, that is, he has made some progress after entering the capital, but at best he is the seventh rank. What is he doing on the stage, is he going to die?"

Someone frowned and said so.

After the voice fell, someone quickly echoed: "Yes, let's not talk about how strong Ye Xuan is, just talking about the rank, the seventh rank against the fifth rank, how can there be any chance of winning, what's the difference between it and going to die?"

The news that Ren Pingsheng shined in Xia Miao was not widely spread.

The impression of him by the people in the rivers and lakes and the people in the capital mostly stayed a year ago.

Only a few people remember his deeds of crushing the son of the Earl of Anping.

Of course.

Even those who witnessed him defeat the son of the Earl of Anping had the same thoughts as others when they saw him challenge Ye Xuan on stage.

The Prince of Zhenbei is crazy!

"I understand. The reason why he came on stage is because that beast just spoke rudely and insulted Her Royal Highness the Princess..."

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone's faces were suddenly enlightened, and the back of Ren Pingsheng also changed a little, with a little more admiration.

Facing an enemy far stronger than oneself, even if humiliated, most people will choose to swallow their anger, and few people will choose to fight back like the Prince of Zhenbei.

But...

The gap in strength between the two sides is too big.

In the end, I'm afraid I will be humiliated again.

This is the thought.

The onlookers all sighed: "Alas..."

On the stage.

Ye Xuan looked at Ren Pingsheng not far away, slightly startled, then a sarcastic look appeared on his face, and he spit out two words with disdain: "Idiot."

Obviously.

He didn't expect that Ren Pingsheng would dare to challenge him.

Ren Pingsheng looked calm and cold, not wanting to talk nonsense with him, but silently clenched his long sword.

He borrowed this long sword from a roadside knight.

He didn't bring the Hongming sword with him, so he could only make do with it.

"I'll give you a chance. Beg for mercy now, and I'll spare your life later!"

Ye Xuan stared at Ren Pingsheng, with a cruel smile on his lips. He didn't take him seriously at all.

Ren Pingsheng just replied coldly: "Noisy."

"He's not afraid of me!"

Ye Xuan thought he could see fear in Ren Pingsheng's eyes, but he found that his eyes were very calm from beginning to end.

This made him feel humiliated.

How could a small seventh-grade warrior not be afraid of himself?

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by anger.

After a few breaths.

He finally couldn't control his emotions, stepped on his left foot, and pounced on Ren Pingsheng.

Suddenly.

The figure disappeared.

The voice was still there.

"Today, you must die!"

Almost at the same time.

A loud dragon roar sounded.

Ren Pingsheng twisted his waist and swung his sword, and the cold light shot up to the sky!

In a trance.

The onlookers seemed to see a real dragon entwined on the ring.

Bang!

A muffled sound.

A figure appeared in the air, it was the demon clan's genius who had just disappeared - Ye Xuan!

"What a strong swordsmanship!"

The onlookers saw this scene and all exclaimed in admiration.

Then, they couldn't believe it again, and doubts arose in their hearts: "When did the prince of Zhenbei have such strength?"

"Ren Pingsheng!"

The move was unfavorable.

Ye Xuan's heart became even more angry, and his eyes began to become bloodshot, looking a creepy red.

Ren Pingsheng still had a calm expression, standing in place, looking at him coldly, and slowly spit out two words: "Waste."

The voice fell.

The onlookers were startled at first, and then burst into a warm shout.

"Good scolding!"

In the crowd.

Mo Qian looked at Ye Xuan, then at Ren Pingsheng, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Interesting."

"You are looking for death!"

Ye Xuan's voice was hoarse, and he rushed towards Ren Pingsheng again.

The two confronted each other, one with a knife and the other with a fist.

The knife light was all over the sky, and the fist wind was whistling.

The speed of the two was so fast that the onlookers could not see clearly.

Only the cultivators could barely see the movements of the two.

Ren Pingsheng's knife was like a dragon, and every knife energy was very sharp, and the target was clear, which was the opponent's throat!

And Ye Xuan was not to be outdone, clenching his right fist and going straight to Huanglong.

The two of them went back and forth, knives and fists intertwined, and the battle was fierce.

After five rounds.

The discussion of the onlookers became more and more heated.

"What rank of cultivator is the Prince of Zhenbei? Why can he fight with Ye Xuan, who is at the peak of the fifth rank?"

"For so many years, I really thought he was a waste of martial arts. It turns out that he was just hiding his strength."

"I knew that the King of Zhenbei was such a hero. How could his only son only be a ninth rank for so many years?"

"The Prince of Zhenbei is really hiding it!"

The discussion came into his ears.

Ye Xuan was even more annoyed.

Originally, he wanted to humiliate Ren Pingsheng and let Mo Qian see clearly that he was a useless waste.

But he didn't expect that he would make things worse and give him a chance to show off.

This is the thought.

He could no longer bear it, mobilized all his strength, and began to go all out!

The next second.

There was a "bang".

The long knife in Ren Pingsheng's hand was broken by Ye Xuan's fist.

Seeing that he had no weapon, Ye Xuan stopped and sneered: "It's not too late to beg for mercy now."

Ren Pingsheng still looked calm and stood there, motionless.

"You don't know how to respect me!"

Ye Xuan's eyes flashed with cold light, and he soared into the air, turning into a ferocious tiger, with a pair of huge and sharp claws rushing straight at Ren Pingsheng's face.

"It turned out to be a tiger monster!"

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.

Ren Pingsheng, however, looked calm, turned over and soared into the air, and with a sharp flying kick, he confronted its claws head-on.

Bang!

Another loud noise.

Ren Pingsheng landed safely, as if a mountain was pressing down on his head, motionless.

Ye Xuan, who had turned into a tiger, took several steps back uncontrollably.

"What a great strength!"

Ye Xuan's fist-sized eyes narrowed slightly, and for the first time he looked squarely at his opponent, Ren Pingsheng.

If the two had fought back and forth before, it could be attributed to his carelessness for not taking the opponent seriously.

Now, even though he had given his all, he still didn't get the upper hand, which was enough to show that the opponent's strength was not inferior to his own.

"You... are not a seventh-grade!"

Ye Xuan stared at Ren Pingsheng and said coldly.

Ren Pingsheng did not deny it, but just said: "A seventh-grade is enough to deal with you."

The voice fell.

Ye Xuan became angry again, baring his teeth, and pounced on Ren Pingsheng.

Just then.

The sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded not far away, and it fell into Ren Pingsheng's ears, which was very familiar.

After a second of shock, he quickly reacted.

It was the Hongming Knife!

"Just in time!"

Ren Pingsheng showed a look of joy between his eyebrows and stretched out his hand.

The Hongming Knife that broke through the wind landed steadily in his hand.

Another loud dragon roar.

A knife light turned into a dragon and shone on the ring. The Tianyu Dragon Knife appeared in the sky, and the knife light and sword shadow filled every corner of the ring.

In an instant.

It seemed that countless sharp blades rushed towards Ye Xuan from all directions.

For the first time in his life, Ye Xuan felt the threat of death.

His pupils shrank, and he subconsciously wanted to dodge.

However, facing this sky full of knife light, where can he hide?

In desperation, he had to raise his arms to take the knife.

Only "crackling" was heard.

The sound of broken bones was clearly audible.

Ye Xuan couldn't help but roar to the sky, his voice full of anger and pain.

The rain of knives in the sky had not yet dissipated.

Ren Pingsheng had already appeared in front of him, holding a knife in his right hand, slashing at the ferocious tiger head.

In the crisis of life and death.

Ye Xuan exploded with unprecedented reaction power, the muscles of his hind legs tensed, and then he exerted force to drive his body away from the ring.

Ren Pingsheng's eyes condensed, and he let go directly.

Hongming Knife immediately understood, soared into the sky, and in an instant it was above Ye Xuan.

And Ren Pingsheng's hand that originally held the knife turned into a fist and hit Ye Xuan's chin directly.

Bang!

There was a loud noise.

Ye Xuan flew backwards and hit the ring heavily, splashing dust all over the sky.

His embarrassed appearance was even worse than that of the burly man who challenged him at the beginning.