Huangxiu

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The news of the competition spread quickly in the martial arts training ground, and everyone was eager to get involved.

While in the Mingwu Palace, apart from the Little Zi Yang Jue, they all practiced the top martial arts that suited them, and each of them had extraordinary achievements.

In terms of cultivation, Chu Zhiting and Chu Zhichuan are the strongest, followed by the eighteenth prince Chu Mingxuan, and now Chu Zhiyuan may be added.

But they are all acquired realms, there is no such thing as realm crushing. The victory or defeat depends on the on-the-spot performance. Sometimes, a single move can determine the victory or defeat.

If you win this time, I might win next time. Everyone has a chance of winning, and it’s rare for someone to win twice in a row.

So they were not convinced of each other and each wanted to show their skills and win the championship.

Chu Zhiyuan held a book in his hand, shook his head and smiled.

He has already figured out the temperaments of these princes.

Although he was born into a wealthy family and lived in the imperial palace, the world's greatest place of fame and fortune, it was not as scheming as he had imagined.

After all, they are young, full of vigor and vitality, and at the age of being competitive. This nature cannot be suppressed.

Especially the eighteenth prince Chu Mingxuan, who loves the hustle and bustle.

This time he wanted to weigh himself, and everyone else was the same, wanting to see what he was really like.

This will also determine their attitude towards themselves in the future.

So it is best to suppress them.

……

After Chu Zhiyuan looked through some of the top and second-level secret manuals, he stopped reading and instead focused on his martial arts notes.

These martial arts notes seem abstruse and even nonsense to others.

Because of his super senses, his understanding of the world is clear and profound, his observation of himself is meticulous, and his feelings about martial arts notes are completely different.

In just half a day, he felt like he had opened a door and saw a new world.

I have gained an unprecedented profound understanding of martial arts, the world, and myself.

These are depths that he alone can hardly reach. If it were not for tens of thousands of years of accumulated wisdom, it would be difficult to achieve them with one person's cognition alone.

Once your cognition changes, your state of mind will be different, and the world will be different.

For the same move, the deeper your understanding, the more you can fully comprehend the beauty of each form, and you can perform it more flexibly and freely, just right and to perfection.

It is also twice as effective with half the effort when practicing, and you can make rapid progress.

In a short period of time, he had different insights into the Small Purple Yang Art, the Jade Lock and Golden Gate Art, the World Within Reach Steps, and the Great Avalanche Sword Art.

There comes a sense of calmness and ease as if one has a bird's-eye view and knows everything.

"Knock, knock." There was a knock on the door.

Chu Zhiyuan looked up.

The eighteenth prince, Chu Mingxuan, stood at the door, his burly body wrapped in a bright yellow suit, with a smile on his face: "Fourth Brother, the competition is about to begin, hurry up!"

Chu Zhiyuan returned the martial arts notes of the previous generation's grandmaster Hu Jing.

Chu Mingxuan said: "Old Four, are you ready?"

Chu Zhiyuan came up to him and said, "Uncle Eighteen, forget it. I won't participate this time and won't make a fool of myself for the time being."

"No! ... You can't just bury your head in practice when practicing martial arts. You have to practice with others from time to time. There are many benefits. This is a rare opportunity!"

"..." Chu Zhiyuan smiled but said nothing.

"Old Four, don't you want to get my sword?" Chu Mingxuan said with a smile, "I got it from a cave, it's very special."

"Uncle Eighteen didn't figure out its origin?"

"I like swordsmanship and don't have the patience to study the sword. Anyway, it is definitely not ordinary and must have some mysterious secrets."

"The extraordinary skills and secret techniques of Mingwu Palace are enough for us to practice."

"Hey, you, Old Four, are like an old man, without any curiosity or energy. Hurry up and stop talking nonsense!" Chu Mingxuan waved his hand: "Go, go, go."

As they spoke, everyone stared.

"Old Eighteen!" Chu Qingfeng snorted.

Chu Mingxuan laughed and said, "Uncle Thirteen, you can't be too partial. We all want to know how powerful the Fourth Brother is!"

"Yes, yes, let me see it for myself."

"Uncle, don't be too partial."

……

Everyone agreed.

Chu Zhiyuan came to the steps and clasped his fists with a smile: "In that case, then I will show you my ugliness."

"That's right!" Chu Mingxuan patted Chu Zhiyuan's shoulder fiercely: "Let's go!"

Chu Zhiyuan followed Chu Mingxuan down the stairs and stood among the crowd.

Including Chu Zhiyuan, there are a total of thirteen people in Mingwu Hall.

Three princes and ten princes.

Among the three princes, the eighteenth prince Chu Mingxuan is the oldest, while the rest are young and have mediocre qualifications, almost invisible.

Among the ten princes, except Chu Zhiyuan, the two most outstanding among the remaining nine are Chu Zhiting and Chu Zhichuan, and the rest are almost invisible.

This is the law of this world, the strong are respected and no one listens to the weak.

This competition is the best opportunity to show oneself and enhance one's presence, and everyone is excited and ready to go.

Because there are fewer people, there are not so many rules. They just pair up in pairs and the winners go into the next round.

Round after round, a single winner is finally decided.

This time, with the addition of Chu Zhiyuan, the group became thirteen people, so Chu Mingxuan suggested that everyone nominate one person and only need to compete with the final winner for the top spot.

"Old Nine has been first for several times, so let's pick him." Chu Mingxuan pointed at Chu Zhiting, then looked at Chu Zhichuan: "It's just that Old Ten is wronged." Chu Zhiting's handsome face was tense, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he couldn't help feeling proud.

Chu Zhichuan was tall and straight, handsome and indifferent: "Uncle Eighteen, why don't I play a match with Brother Nine first? Whoever loses will take a break."

Chu Zhiting took a step forward with his burly body and glared at Chu Zhichuan: "Tenth brother, come on!"

Chu Zhichuan put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Chu Zhiting narrowed his eyes slightly.

The two were on the verge of a fight.

Chu Qingfeng waved his hand: "Alright, let's have two rounds of fighting. Each of them will fight all the players. The four people with the most wins will then fight in pairs to decide the winner."

"That's good," Chu Mingxuan clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Listen to Uncle Thirteen!"

He looked at Chu Zhiyuan: "Old Four, how about we have a fight first?"

"Uncle Eighteen, please enlighten me."

Chu Zhiyuan withdrew his gaze from Chu Zhiting and Chu Zhichuan, seeing that they were still staring at each other with a strong fighting spirit.

"I won't show any mercy, so be careful!"

Chu Mingxuan grinned and walked to the center of the training ground.

"Uncle Eighteen, take the sword." A young man picked up a wooden sword from the weapon rack and threw it to Chu Mingxuan.

Chu Mingxuan reached out to take it, swung the knife gracefully, and looked at Chu Zhiyuan with a smile.

Chu Zhiyuan first came to the weapon rack and picked up a wooden sword.

The wooden sword was heavy, and its weight was no different from a real sword. Just by feeling it, one would have thought it was a real sword, like a green-bladed sword covered in wood.

Everyone immediately made way for the place, staring at the field with shining eyes without blinking.

They all wanted to see Chu Zhiyuan's true quality, to see if he was really as powerful as Chu Qingfeng said, or if he only had cultivation but no martial arts.

They speculated that his martial arts skills were ordinary.

Because when I heard Chu Zhiyuan say that he wanted to find a new footwork technique, it was obvious that the footwork technique he originally practiced was not top-notch.

Even if you find a top-notch footwork, you may not have enough time to master it, and you will definitely not be able to perform it.

It is speculated that he must have worked hard in a prisoner-like environment, and practiced the Lesser Purple Yang Technique with single-minded concentration, which led to his attainment of the acquired state of perfection.

Chu Zhiyuan made a sword gesture with his left hand, gently stroking the hilt, blade and tip of the wooden sword, feeling the texture, weight and feel of the wooden sword, and smiled, "Uncle Eighteen, I practice fast swordsmanship, please forgive me if I offend you."

"Old Four, you are so arrogant, stop talking nonsense and make your move!"

Chu Mingxuan swung his sword, glared, and his aura suddenly changed.

A smiling Maitreya Buddha suddenly turned into an angry Vajra, emitting a violent and fierce aura, as if one knife could split the mountains and the earth.

Many secret manuals flashed quickly in Chu Zhiyuan's mind. He couldn't tell which sword technique it was for a moment, so he used his five senses.

The next moment, every move of everyone around him appeared clearly in his mind, especially Chu Mingxuan's expression and movements.

He could clearly feel the changes in Chu Mingxuan's muscles. His legs under the tight clothes were already tense. A faint breath condensed at the Yongquan point. The muscles of his legs changed slightly. The hand holding the knife turned slightly to the side, and one of the two tendons at his wrist bulged, and the other was tightened.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly realized: This means he is going to pounce to the right and chop to the left.

"Hey! Look at the knife!"

Chu Mingxuan shouted and slashed forward with his sword, like a streak of light across the sky.

"What a great Demon-Subduing Sword!"

"Good sword skills!"

Everyone couldn't help but shout, amazed by this perfect and graceful sword strike.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, and the knife shadow disappeared.

Chu Mingxuan's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. His body tilted and he staggered forward two steps. He supported himself with the knife in his right hand and covered his chest with his left hand, coughing violently.

"Cough cough cough..."

His face was flushed as if he was drunk, as if it was caused by a cough, but not entirely due to a cough.

Chu Zhiyuan put away his sword and held it behind his elbow, clasping his fists in embarrassment: "Uncle Eighteen, I'm sorry, but is it okay?"

Everyone was stunned and blinked hard.

I tried hard to recall what I had just seen and to figure out how Zhiyuan drew his sword, but I couldn't see it clearly.

They were all distracted by the astonishing momentum of the sword and ignored Chu Zhiyuan's sword.

Chu Zhiyuan's right hand seemed to twitch.

The sword seemed to move only briefly, and then seemed to stab once and then be retracted.

Too fast, can't see clearly.

Chu Mingxuan's coughing gradually stopped, his fat face slowly returned to normal, he exhaled a breath of foul air, straightened up, and glared at Chu Zhiyuan.

"Uncle Eighteen..." Chu Zhiyuan clasped his fists again embarrassedly.

Chu Mingxuan put down his hand that was covering his chest, feeling unhappy: "Old Four, you are awesome!"

Chu Zhiyuan laughed and said, "Uncle Eighteen was not prepared, I got the upper hand."

"Don't give me that. I don't underestimate the enemy!"

Chu Mingxuan touched the spot above his Dan Zhong and still felt a dull pain. He was just a little bit away from being stabbed in Dan Zhong and would have fainted immediately. It was obvious that the stabber had shown mercy.

He turned around and said, "Lao Jiu, come here!"

(End of this chapter)