The Alluring Concubine: The Eldest Miss

Chapter 237 Regeneration Storm (7)

Knowing that he was no match for Zhong Wuyou in terms of combat skills, Zhong Limo simply gave up using combat skills and weapons, and directly used his spiritual power to greet Zhong Wuyou, his fists and palms alternated to stop Zhong Wuyou's sword moves , but it didn't really hurt Zhong Wuyou.

After half a ringing of the bell, Wuyou suddenly roared in a low voice: "You don't have to let me, in today's battle, you and I must score a winner!"

Zhong Limo's subordinates didn't pause, and the fierce palm wind roared to Zhong Wuyou, "Of course I won't let you, but you have to be clear about one thing. It is your pair who love you who love you, let you go to Tianhua as a proton." Your parents' choice, if others didn't let you down, don't act like the whole world owes you, it's an eyesore!"

Zhong Wuyou saw that Zhongli Mo was really moving, so he began to concentrate on the fight, knowing that his sword would be useless against Zhong Limo, so he simply put away his sword and joined forces with Zhongli Mo, "Father, Queen Mother, let me be the king!" The proton is not thanks to you, but now the emperor's throne is useless, and the mother is under house arrest in the harem, are you satisfied?"

Zhongli Mo Wenyan, turned his head to avoid Zhong Wuyou's mighty fist, and scolded coldly, "You can't hold back just like this, the mother and concubine died early, the uncle's house was ransacked, and the younger sister disappeared. Who should I turn to for reasoning, your femme fatale queen?!"

Zhong Limo finally questioned the years of hatred, "I don't care who he loves or spoils, but why should I sacrifice my relatives?!"

With the roar of the last three words, Zhong Limo finally slapped Zhong Wuyou's chest with his palm. Unwilling to admit defeat, Zhong Limo looked coldly at the rostrum, "Leader Shao, I'm afraid you don't need to tell the winner, right?"

Leader Shao was stunned for a moment, and then said: "In this game, Prince Zhongli of the Lin family wins!"

"This guy, it's ok to wipe out that counterfeit so quickly?" Feng Qiwu looked at Zhongli Mo with a cold face and sighed.

Shen Youliehan nodded, "Without such strength, he would not be able to stay in the Northern Qi Palace. He was born as a maid in the Northern Qi Dynasty, and climbed all the way to the Queen's palace. When he was forty, he only favored the Sixth Palace. Think about her. How powerful the scheming and wrist should be."

"It's quite powerful, but no matter how powerful it is, it's useless. Isn't it better to be put under house arrest? If Zhongli Mo wants to kill her at this time, it's only a matter of minutes. So, the most powerful scheming in people is that they don't have scheming , the organ is too smart to calculate, and it counted Qingqing's life instead!"

Feng Qiwu inexplicably read out the poem about Wang Xifeng in "A Dream of Red Mansions", and always felt that this sentence could sum up the lives of most women in this world.

Han Yun was sitting on the chair behind Feng Qiwu, and when she heard Feng Qiwu's words, she deliberately teased: "I didn't expect our palace master to compose poems, I thought the palace master would just beat people with his fists every day !"

"Fuck you!" Feng Qiwu casually picked up an apple on the table and smashed it at Han Yun, "I know a lot about your palace master, but what I'm best at is fighting. What, you want to try?"

"No, you'd better save your strength to fight the people in the ring later. I'm not looking for abuse when I fight with you." Han Yun held up the apple as a gesture of surrender.

Seeing her snorting so proudly, Feng Qiwu didn't make things difficult for her, and turned to look at the arena. The people on the arena had been replaced by Bo Xiyun, facing Zhong Limo two by two. No one was in a hurry to make a move. To make a move is a life and death duel.

Feng Qiwu waited anxiously in the stands, and couldn't help but shouted: "Why are these two people, they have to look at each other affectionately before the fight, and then don't fight at all. Do you want to fall in love or what?"

Her voice was neither loud nor low, but it was just enough for people around them to understand, because it was the last day, Feng Qiwu mercifully saved many disciples from Wansha Palace and Hanyue Palace from having to watch the battle, so the people around them Not many, of course, this sentence, everyone who should hear it, everyone who shouldn't hear it.

The first one to laugh was Lie Yan, who stayed in the position of Hanyue Palace, and pointed at Shen Youliehan with trembling fingers, "This?????? You really don't plan to take care of it?"

Although Shen Youliehan was wearing a mask, he expressed his doubts clearly, "Whatever, I think this is very good?"

Lie Yan shook his hand, seeing Shen Youliehan still planning to speak, he suddenly had a very bad premonition, and finally heard Shen Youliehan suddenly raised his voice: "Or you are not satisfied with the two of them? A guy who deserves to be with you, do you mean that you want to fall in love with one of them?"

"Pfft!" Now it's not just Lie Yan (raging flames), even the head elders of many sects next to Hanyue Palace and Wansha Palace, and so on. Floating back and forth between the flames under the sky, he directed a bloody drama about I love you but you love him in his heart within minutes.

Feng Qiwu clutched his stomach and laughed so much that he almost slipped under the table, Shen Youliehan scooped him up, and said as if asking for credit: "How about the cat, I cooperated well, right?"

"It's not just good, it's simply amazing. Really, you're good at acting!" Feng Qiwu smiled and even had tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes. He gave Shen Youliehan a thumbs up, "I think the two of them There is no need to fight, our verbal attacks are enough to make them completely collapse."

"Not yet, my palace master!" Han Yun shook her head and reminded Feng Qiwu, "Although you and Palace Master Hanyue's thunderous abilities are getting stronger and stronger, it is clear that their concentration is not normal. You see, how serious are you fighting? It's clearly not affected by your talk at all."

"Don't make trouble, these two people may not be able to fight again in this life, the opportunity is rare, watch carefully!" After Han Yun finished speaking, she was educated by Feng Qiwu's righteous words, and she couldn't help but stare Crawling over to look, I saw Feng Qiwu staring at the ring without blinking, and Shen Youliehan was also observing seriously.

Han Yun returned to her seat, looking at Feng Lang's unrequited loveliness, "The style of painting has changed too fast, and I can't keep up with people's god-like thinking at all. I'd better just sit obediently."

Feng Lang gave Han Yun a little bit of sight from the arena like alms, and said in a calm tone: "It's good to know that I'm slow to react, just forcefully show that you can still be saved, and don't give up the treatment."

Han Yun was furious, took a few deep breaths, and said silently, "Hold it, hold it back, your fists are only for outsiders and not for your own people!" After saying it several times, she kicked Feng Lang's knee, "Go away, give up the treatment, your whole family Give up the treatment!"

Feng Lang didn't check, and was almost kicked by her and lay down in front of the crowd. Seeing that he had stabilized his figure, he turned around and glared at Han Yun, "Didn't you say that your fists are only for outsiders and not for your own people, why are you still kicking me?"

"It's true that fists are only for outsiders and not for our own people, but I didn't say that feet are not for our own people!" Han Yun said innocently.

Feng Lang was angry, and before he could think of any way to take a little revenge, Han Yun suddenly opened his eyes wide, "I'm going, these two people are both above level eight, they are going to die, do you want us to live?" ?”

Feng Lang turned his head abruptly, and saw Zhong Limo and Bo Xiyun confronting each other in the arena with the Thunderbolt Fist, a combat technique that can only be used at the eighth level of spiritual power. He subconsciously looked at Feng Qiwu, but Feng Qiwu looked at him Seriously, remembering that Feng Qiwu also broke through level nine just a few days ago, and needed to visit actual combat to improve his experience, so he didn't make a sound to bother her.

On the ring stage, Zhong Limo was also full of surprise. He crossed his hands and released his spiritual power to block Boxi Yunni's attack. He said, "I remember that the head of Wuyin is only at the peak of level seven. It’s true that blue comes out of blue and is better than blue.”

"Prince Zhongli has won the prize. After all, he can't survive with Wuyinmen's cultivation method. Prince Zhongli knows this better than me, doesn't he?" Bo Xiyun said with his usual gentle smile on his lips. His expression turned cold, and he suddenly exerted force, "What you said is indeed true, but this is not the reason why you colluded with external forces to break the balance of the continent!"

Bo Xiyun didn't know what method he used at the moment when Zhonglimo increased his weight, but he actually forced Zhonglimo to take back the spiritual power he had released. It was just a matter of a moment, and the spiritual power backfired. Bo Xiyun spit out a mouthful of blood with a "pop", staggered several times, barely stabilized his body, but he no longer looked as energetic as before.

Bo Xiyun wanted to attack, but Zhong Limo stepped back firmly, "I lost!"

When the three words were spoken, Bo Xiyun's palm, which had concentrated more than half of his body's spiritual energy, was barely an arm's length away from Zhonglimo's chest.

"Who else came to teach me?" Zhong Limo took a stand, and Posey asked immediately. His gentle voice could easily make people mistakenly think that he is really just a handsome young man, but it is a pity that there are people who are qualified to fight against him They all saw through his gentle skin.

Feng Qiwu stood up from the seat of the Wansha Palace, "I am here to learn from Your Excellency!"

"Be careful." Shen Youliehan exhorted in a low voice, the simple three words conveyed the care and worry that cannot be offset by thousands of words.

Feng Qiwu bent down and planted a kiss on his cheek, seeing his cheeks stained red outside the mask, then said with a smile: "Don't worry, you still don't know me, when have you been bullied by others?"

After the words fell, before Shen Youliehan came back to his senses to answer, she landed on the ring as light as a swallow, "In just a few months, your strength has increased by two levels, congratulations!"

A few months ago when they fought in Lingyue Peak, Bo Xiyun's strength was only at the sixth level of the middle level, but this year he is already at the eighth level or above. If but in terms of strength improvement, he is indeed a genius.

There was always a gentle smile on Bo Xiyun's face, "With your strength, it's not surprising to build your own power in two years, but the strength of Wansha Palace really surprised me."

(End of this chapter)