The attributes skyrocketed infinitely, and I suppressed the diversity

In an instant, extremely sharp spiritual power swept out.

In the spiritual vision, a middle-aged man in a black guard robe was standing outside the door with a respectful expression.

This is the royal guard knocking on the door.

"Your Highness, the people from Xuan Pinghou are here."

"Oh~"

Mu Cang turned his head to look at the door, with a cold light in his eyes:

"Just like the plot, the old emperor was dying of illness, and he wanted to set up a prince.

And the fifth prince, Xuan Ping Hou, should have heard the news, so he wanted to cheer me on. "

Mu Cang said coldly, "Or...do you want to persuade me to withdraw from the competition?"

"It's ridiculous."

……

In the quaint but slightly outdated corridor of the imperial palace garden, a group of four people were walking slowly.

The middle-aged bearded man who was leading the front turned his head sideways and said softly:

"Remember, when you meet the Ninth Prince, everyone must be courteous.

Although, he's just trash. "

Ma Tingxuan, whose face was covered with gold and copper, smiled and said:

"Brother Ji, let me tell you, when it comes to the Ninth Prince, he's a weird one.

Apart from good looks, he has no other talents at all.

The character is cowardly and autistic, and his only hobby is martial arts.

But after practicing for so many years, he didn't even get started at the first level of martial arts [strength through the whole body].

Oh, it's really unbearable. "

"Hehe~"

Next to him, a strong young man full of ferocious aura said with a low smile:

"So, why did Lord Hou want us to come and find this guy? Ha, what a waste of a prince's identity!"

There was a bit of sarcasm in the young man's tone, and a trace of jealousy that could not be detected.

Obviously, he has a big prejudice against Mu Cang.

The bearded Han Ji Bailing in front glanced at the young man, and said in a deep voice:

"A Chao, you are still too young, you only have martial arts in your eyes.

Little did they know that no matter how incompetent the Ninth Prince was, he was still a member of the royal family.

Moreover, his mother was from the An family, which was a big chaebol.

If the Ninth Prince can be used to convince the An family to join His Highness's camp and contribute money and effort, then..."

The ferocious young man Feng Yongchao suddenly realized:

"Oh, that's how it is. If there are more supporters like the An's chaebol, the vacant crown prince can be contested by Lord Hou..."

"Shut up!"

The thin and handsome middle-aged man who was walking at the back narrowed his eyes and drank coldly:

"This is not something I should think about!"

Hearing this, Feng Yongchao immediately kept silent.

At this time, Ji Bailing stroked his beard, looked at the thin middle-aged man, and asked:

"Brother Zhang, you should have received the invitation to this martial arts conference.

After all, you are one of the few warriors in Lord Hou's Mansion who have practiced [Washing Marrow and Changing Blood]. "

Zhang Qiyuan nodded and said calmly:

"Well, I've already got it. The Martial Arts Conference will start tomorrow. After visiting His Highness the Ninth Prince, I'll take the plane this afternoon, and I expect to arrive at midnight."

Brass-faced Ma Tingxuan sighed and said:

"Hey, those people who are the strongest in the martial arts world, no one like me has the chance to meet them."

Chapter 3 and below, get down on your knees!

Ji Bailing shook his head, stroked his beard and sighed:

"On the road of martial arts, each stage is more difficult than the next stage. Lao Ji Wo has lived for more than forty years, but he is just spinning around outside the threshold of [Washing Marrow and Changing Blood].

Now that I am getting older, my energy and blood are getting weaker and weaker, and I guess this will be the case in this life. "

"Who isn't?"

Ma Tingxuan on the side had a bitter look on his face, "Wu Daoists who haven't entered the [Marrow Cleansing and Blood Exchange] before the age of 35, there is no hope in this life."

Having said that, he glanced sideways at Feng Yongchao, and couldn't help but envy:

"Yongchao you, you can reach the state of [hardness and softness] at a young age, and you are on the same level as me. The future is really promising."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yongchao, who pursed his lips, immediately turned his head and winked at Zhang Qiyuan, and said triumphantly:

"Uncle, you can hit me every day, and see how nice Uncle Ma's words are."

"Oh, I'll go to heaven if I praise you a few words."

Zhang Qiyuan shook his head helplessly, "The mind is so impetuous, and the master will be annoyed at that time. How can he teach you the innate one-qi power that you have been thinking about?"

"Ah this!"

When Feng Yongchao heard this, he immediately shut up and dared not speak again.

"Heaven has one qi..."

Ji Bailing, who was walking slowly ahead, was full of envy:

"It's that rumor that has been passed down from ancient times, and it can be practiced to the deepest level, and it can be promoted to the highest level of martial arts [King Kong is not broken]. I really don't know how wonderful this skill is."

Ma Tingxuan also sighed with yearning:

"King Kong is not bad, and the whole world is only the number of palms."

Feng Yongchao scratched his head and asked:

"Master uncle, master master and his old man will also go this time."

Zhang Qiyuan nodded:

"Yes, the Patriarch has firmly held the title of No.1 in the world for twenty years.

It relies on being able to defeat all other King Kong in every martial arts conference.

What's more, his old man has been staying in King Kong for many years.

In order to explore the future of martial arts, I will definitely participate in this grand event in the martial arts world. "

A few people talked and talked, and stopped and walked.

After another few hundred meters, I finally saw the gate of the hall ahead.

There, there was a young man in Chinese clothes standing with his back to them and his hands behind his back.

"Ok?"

Ji Bailing's expression changed, he hurried forward and bowed his waist slightly, and said respectfully:

"His Royal Highness, we are..."

"Well."

The young man with his hands behind his back turned around slowly.

He has a handsome face and a noble temperament.

It was Mu Cang.

He looked at several people like lightning.

boom! !

The four froze immediately.

Accompanied by the gaze of Mu Cang's indifferent eyes.

They actually felt a boundless cold and terrifying aura overwhelming the sky and the earth.

In an instant, it was as if he had fallen into the extremely evil frozen prison naked.

Bursts of biting chills came to my heart.

Even the bones were so cold that they shivered with frost.

No, trembling with fear.

There was a big sun hanging in the sky tomorrow, and the four of them had dense goosebumps all over their bodies.

They feel their hearts are throbbing.

Almost burst his chest and howled and fled.

Ninth Prince Mu Cang is in their eyes.

It suddenly turned into a terrifying monster, and even a stalwart god.

"This! This! This!"

Ji Bailing's pupils trembled, his complexion was pale, and his body was on the verge of collapsing.

This situation clearly represents...

The Ninth Prince... is not a waste at all!

It's a peerless powerhouse who can completely overwhelm them with just his eyes!

"how is this possible?!"

Ma Tingxuan's face trembled endlessly.

The golden bell cover, which has been practiced for many years, was stimulated by an extremely strong sense of crisis to operate independently.

"hu~hu~"

The weakest Feng Yongchao was sweating profusely.

The chest and lungs were so oppressed that they were about to explode.

Couldn't even speak, had to gasp.

But even so, he still stared fiercely at Mu Cang with his eyes like wolves.

With a ferocious expression, he wished he could rush up and bite him.

"what!"

Zhang Qiyuan drank with a heavy face, his whole body was surging with energy and blood.

Even the exposed skin was dripping with blood.

Only then did he try his best to break away from Mu Cang's pressure.

At the moment, he didn't care about the soreness all over his body, and immediately bowed his waist and cupped his fists, bowed his head and said anxiously:

"I don't know where I offended His Highness, and I hope His Highness will be merciful..."

"I don't know where to blame..."

Mu Cang looked playful, looked straight at Feng Yongchao who was glaring at him like a wolf cub, and smiled contemptuously:

"You, just said I'm a good-for-nothing?"

boom!boom!

The ferocious young man was immediately crushed by the invisible force, and his knees smashed to the ground.