Distressed Poison Doctor

The rain is still pattering down, and countless oil-paper umbrellas are still propped up in the stands.

There was not so much attention on the martial arts arena, Chu Xiuyuan and Murong Wenche were still meditating in the rain.One is to quickly adapt to the martial rank of the Sky Profound Realm, and the other is to restore one's vitality as soon as possible.Each with their own thoughts, they just closed their eyes and confronted each other.

"Should we fight or not?" Someone in the stands asked.

"Yeah, should we fight or not?"

"I thought how exciting the finals would be, so how many tricks are there? Isn't the disparity in strength too big?"

"Not to mention the disparity in strength, the key is that neither of them fights. What's the matter?"

"If you don't fight, admit defeat early, really!"

"..."

In the stands, one person spoke and everyone agreed, and later, it developed into shouting.

Some even threw things like banana peels directly in front of the competition arena angrily.

"Stop—" the guard beside Luo Zhongtian couldn't help but growl.

Everyone was silent, and only after hearing the sound did they suddenly remember that the emperor was present today.

"Go and see, why haven't you started yet?" Luo Zhongtian was also a little impatient.Spring is the season when diseases frequently occur. Now, his health is getting worse and worse. He woke up coughing in the middle of the night. Today he came to watch the battle because of several cities. If he continues to be so exhausted, he is afraid that he will not be able to hide the truth of the poisoning.

"Yes!" The guard responded and headed towards the martial arts platform.

In front of the martial arts arena, the guards and the referee were biting their ears, and the eight referees in front of the arena were waiting closely, waiting for the two to fight again.

At this time, Chu Xiuyuan opened his eyes, and the eyes burst out with brilliance.

"Brother Murong, do you want to fight again or admit defeat?" Chu Xiuyuan stood up and asked condescendingly.He has never been a high-profile person, and at this moment, he couldn't help provoking Murong Wenche, hoping to end this competition as soon as possible.

Murong Wenche raised the corners of his lips in a sneer, but he thought in his heart that he would buy himself some time to recover, even if it was only half a minute, so he said: "Prince Nanmeng wants to marry Tianle wholeheartedly, only for her Medical skills, why not me, Murong Wenche? The crown prince should know that as one of the contenders for the future head of the Murong family, as long as I marry Tianle, I, Murong Wenche, will have a winning trump card."

"One of the competitors? Isn't Mr. Murong the only candidate for the future head of the Murong family?" Chu Xiuyuan frowned, doubting the reliability of the rumors.

"Hahaha, the rumors are really far from the truth. I heard that the Nanmeng Kingdom has a vast territory, and the ruler of the Nanmeng Kingdom intends to divide the land into two parts. In addition to Prince Xiuyuan, he will choose the best one among the brothers of Prince Xiuyuan to be named Second Prince, is it true?" Murong Wenche speeded up his breathing while squinting.

Chu Xiuyuan's heart fluttered immediately.He is a very calm person who can face almost everything calmly.However, everyone has a weakness, and his weakness is the position of the prince.The position of prince is too important to him, more important than his life.In his eyes, the crown prince is sacred and inviolable, a symbol of his identity, and a manifestation of his nobility...

At this moment, when Murong Wenche mentioned that Nanmeng Kingdom wanted to choose the second prince, how could he accept it?His chest heaved and his voice became cold: "Who did you listen to?"

"Rumors, of course, come from the rivers and lakes! Rumors in the rivers and lakes are often speculative, but there are no waves without wind. Therefore, I only ask this question. If there is any offense, I hope the prince Xiuyuan Haihan." Wen Che really wanted to give Tianle a thumbs up. Well, she pinched Chu Xiuyuan's Achilles' heel very accurately.

"Hmph, there will always be only one crown prince in Nanmeng Kingdom, unless I die! Mr. Murong, I know you just want to buy more time for yourself. Now, let us fight for our own interests!" Chu Xiuyuan After speaking, he stretched out his hand to Murong Wenche, and made a gentlemanly gesture of invitation.

Wen Che twitched the corners of his mouth, pulled out a smile, and stood up with his sword on the ground: "Come on!"

The voice fell, the sword rose, and he made a very stylish sword move.This is also what Tianle said last night: There are clouds in the art of war, false and true, true and false, both true and false, like dreams and illusions, it is the best way to confuse.Quickness, ruthlessness, and precision are often the best strategies for controlling the enemy. However, when the disparity between the enemy and ourselves is too large, it is a dangerous move to confuse the opponent with false appearances. This is the middle strategy.Chu Xiuyuan keeps a low profile by himself. What he doesn't know is that low profile is the most awesome way to show off. In his bones, he must be a self-serving noble and smart person.Once you put on tricks, he will despise you and think you are just an embroidered pillow. In this way, you can win one or two for yourself.

Sure enough, seeing him make a sword move, Chu Xiuyuan immediately raised the corners of his lips, concentrated his attention, gathered his energy, and drew his sword in one go.

Ding--

The two swords collided and made a sharp weapon sound.Wen Che's sword snapped at the sound.

Chu Xiuyuan raised the corners of his cold lips, and withdrew his profound energy.With a low laugh: "Beautiful fists and embroidered legs!"

But seeing Wen Che's lips curled up, he was shocked immediately.In the next moment, he realized that he had been fooled.But he could only grit his teeth angrily: "Murong Wenche, as a son of a family, you don't expect you to be such a sinister villain."

Murong Wenche laughed loudly: "Since ancient times, soldiers never tire of deceit, not to mention, you are the one who underestimates the enemy first! I'm just telling His Royal Highness, if you use it properly, you can turn defeat into victory."

"you……"

"Murong Wenche, win!" The referee announced the result.

"We refuse to accept-"

"Not convinced—"

The women who supported Chu Xiuyuan jumped up first, baring their teeth and claws in the continuous spring rain.

"Everyone be quiet!" The oldest old man in the referee group stood up and explained to the viewing platform, "Our competition has announced the rules in advance. A bronze medal is hung on the waist of the contestant. The one with the bronze medal wins. Now, Murong Wenche has won the bronze medal from Chu Xiuyuan!" After speaking, the referee took the bronze medal from the referee who had been standing close to the competition platform just now, and held it high in his hand , showing it to the clamoring people on the viewing platform.

The women who were making a fuss just now did not keep silent, instead they screamed one by one: "Murong Wenche is playing tricks, he is no match for Prince Xiuyuan at all!"

"Yes, we can see very clearly that he took advantage of Prince Xiuyuan's unawares to steal the plaque from Prince Xiuyuan's back waist."

"Such a bad deed, really despise the emperor's grace..."

"Yep!"

"Correct!"

All the women suddenly discovered that this sentence was quite powerful.They all shouted.

"Cough cough cough..." Luo Zhongtian took this opportunity to cough happily a few times.

"Your Majesty!" Hearing Luo Zhongtian's cough, the elder referee immediately cupped his hands and bowed slightly.

"Since ancient times, soldiers have never been tired of deceit, sir, it is good to judge according to the truth!" He will never forget that Murong Wenche is the future Patriarch of Leli City, and Leli City is most famous for having all kinds of inexhaustible ores.