Huangxiu

Chapter 554: Praying to the Spirit
The scene before them was beyond their imagination.

This was completely different from the martial arts and flying knives they had imagined; it was incredibly magical.

Fascinated by the mystery of these flying knives, they were reluctant to run away, just wanting to take one more look at them clearly.

Zhao Rongfei was amazed: "Amazing! How did the prince master this sword?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, “This all started when I entered Mingwu Palace and began to practice the realm-breaking mental method. At that time, in the main hall of Mingwu Palace…”

He recounted what had happened, omitting some parts that could not be said.

He only talked about the Dragon Transformation Art and the Yuxu Sword Sutra, which made Zhao Rongfei stunned.

Admire his genius.

The Mingwu Palace has an ancient heritage, and their Golden Sword Sect also has an ancient heritage.

But these traditions were shelved, and only some people tried to practice them in the beginning.

Later he found out that it was a waste of time. It would be better to practice the fundamental skills of the Golden Sword Sect and improve his realm faster.

In today's world, realm is the most important thing.

While the two were talking, several more evil sect masters rushed over and were killed by eight flying knives.

……

The city guards arrived late.

Six city guards dressed in dark green uniforms and red cloaks came to the Feixue Restaurant.

As soon as they entered the restaurant and saw the corpses all over the floor, their faces suddenly turned gloomy.

Seeing the eight flying knives hanging above Chu Zhiyuan's head, their faces became even uglier.

He immediately knew Chu Zhiyuan's identity.

Many people don't know what happened when Chu Zhiyuan entered the city and fought, but they, the city guards, know it.

The situation at that time was so miraculous that it spread to all the city guards in half a day.

All the city guards knew that the fourth generation prince Chu Zhiyuan had come with the Dajing delegation.

The grandmaster’s technique of flying knives is so magical that he can control the knives as if they were living creatures.

Now they finally saw it with their own eyes.

But there was no excitement at all, only a headache.

So many people died, and they were all masters of evil sects.

This means that so many evil masters have infiltrated Tianjing City, which is bound to make the people in Tianjing City panic.

By then, not only will the people be dissatisfied, but the powerful will be even more dissatisfied.

The good days of their city guards are over. They will surely be exhausted from now on and will be worse than cattle and horses.

Thinking of this, they felt helpless and angry, glaring at the pile of corpses fiercely.

These corpses were dragged aside by Guo Chi and his men, and were slowly shrinking. The first few assassins had already turned into bones.

While the six city guards were weighing the corpses, ten evil sect masters rushed over from a distance, broke into the restaurant and pounced on Chu Zhiyuan.

The eight flying knives above Chu Zhiyuan's head flew out and lightly passed over the heads.

They fell to the ground ten feet in front of Chu Zhiyuan, the light in their eyes dimmed, and they were completely dead.

The six city guards glared around angrily, came to the entrance of the restaurant, scanned the place with eyes like hawks, and put their hands on the hilts of their swords.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "These evil sect monsters gathered here, which is the source of trouble. I am sorry for causing trouble for everyone."

Zhao Rongfei said: "Without you, Prince, they would still sneak into Tianjing City to do evil!... It is best to kill all these evil people."

He said in a deep voice: "What I admire most is that you dare to kill the monster!"

He hates evil and wants to kill all the evil sects and monsters in the world.

But he felt that his own strength was limited, and he was powerless to kill the enemy.

Chu Zhiyuan realized his wish and killed all the evil sect monsters. At least a thousand evil sect monsters died in his hands.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "I hope other people think the same as you, Mr. Zhao, and won't blame me for bringing in the evil sect monster."

Zhao Rongfei shook his head and was about to speak when he noticed a young man slowly walking into the restaurant.

The young man was lost in thought, his eyes blank and his feet moving constantly.

He was unaware of anything unusual about Feixue Tower.

He ignored the city guard blocking the entrance of the restaurant and continued walking forward.

The six city guards actually stepped aside to make way for him and did not stop him. Zhao Rongfei shouted loudly: "Lao Wan! Lao Wan!"

The tall and handsome young man was startled and walked over without even looking at the six city guards.

He came closer to the table and saw Chu Zhiyuan and Xiao Ruoling who was sitting facing the window.

When he suddenly saw Xiao Ruoling's beautiful face, he was stunned for a moment, then turned his eyes away, his gaze fell on the eight flying knives above Chu Zhiyuan's head.

He stared at the eight flying knives with sharp eyes, looked at Chu Zhiyuan, clasped his fists and said, "But is it the Fourth Prince?"

"It is the Fourth Prince," Zhao Rongfei said to Chu Zhiyuan, "Prince, this is the true Wanbi City of the Qiling Sect."

Chu Zhiyuan clasped his fists and smiled: "Mr. Wan, nice to meet you."

Wan Bicheng clasped his fists, his eyes still fixed on the eight flying knives suspended in the air, and said with emotion: "I have heard of your great name for a long time, this is the flying knife!"

Chu Zhiyuan looked at him with a smile.

Wan Bicheng stared at the flying knives eagerly and asked hurriedly, "How powerful are these flying knives?"

Zhao Rongfei pointed at the pile of bones and said, "Those who died under the flying knife were all masters of the evil sect. The strong ones were masters, and the weak ones were at the third level of the innate realm."

"So powerful!" Wan Bicheng was excited and reached out to take a flying knife.

The eight flying knives rose one foot upwards at the same time, avoiding his fingers.

Wan Bicheng retracted his hand and said with emotion: "How wonderful!"

Chu Zhiyuan looked at him with a smile and said nothing.

Zhao Rongfei said unhappily, "Old Wan, you are so rude."

Wan Bicheng was startled, then came to his senses, and then clasped his fists solemnly: "I'm sorry, please don't blame me, Your Highness."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "It seems that Master Wan is a person who is focused on cultivation."

"Yes, Lao Wan is obsessed with cultivation and doesn't care much about other things." Zhao Rongfei shook his head: "He is confused and easy to offend people."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "This may not be a kind of happiness."

He is considered a martial arts fanatic, but his level of practice is not very high, only the third level of Grandmaster, which is comparable to Zhao Rongfei's level of practice.

"Old Wan pursues martial arts." Zhao Rongfei said, "He is especially proficient in swordsmanship."

Chu Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows: "The most powerful thing about the Qiling Sect is boxing, right?"

"Old Wan likes to practice swordsmanship the most, and his swordsmanship is unique." Zhao Rongfei said with a smile: "We are at the same level, but if we really fight, I can't withstand ten of his moves."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded slowly: "Amazing."

Wan Bicheng stared at him fiercely: "Prince, how about we have a competition?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "I also like martial arts, we can learn from each other in swordsmanship."

Wan Bicheng said, "Your Highness, you don't need a flying knife? How will this flying knife work against my sword?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "You may not have a chance to use your sword against the flying knife, Master Wan."

Wan Bicheng said: "I want to experience these flying knives and see how powerful they are."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Okay, how about we go back to Sifang Pavilion?"

"That couldn't be better." Wan Bicheng nodded quickly.

Zhao Rongfei also nodded.

They did as they said, and got up and walked out, straight out of Feixue Tower.

The city guards did not stop them and allowed them to leave.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head secretly.

The city guards were indeed slack and simply muddled through their work, not even asking themselves questions.

They stepped into the bustling crowd.

Chu Zhiyuan's flying knife hung above his head, and from time to time it shot towards a place not far away, killing the evil sect masters one by one.

The whole street was immediately thrown into chaos.

By the time Chu Zhiyuan returned to the main street of Sifang Pavilion, he had killed thirty-three evil sect masters along the way.

Seeing this flying knife, Zhao Rongfei had given up the idea of ​​sparring with Chu Zhiyuan.

However, Wan Bicheng became more and more excited, his hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and he couldn't wait to take action.

(End of this chapter)