After entering the book, I emptied the warehouse of my foster mother's house to farm

Martial arts field outside Beijing.

Zhuifeng looked at the two men fighting evenly on the ring, and with a worried look on his face, he nudged Jinglei, who was standing next to him with his arms crossed, with his elbow: "You think the master can't win?"

If you lose in your own field, it would be bad if it gets out.

I originally thought that the prince would be able to easily defeat the prince of Zhenxi Palace unilaterally, but the reality was not so.

Jing Lei didn't want to pay attention to him, but he still said sparingly: "Shut up."

How could the master not win?

However, if the Prince of Zhenxi is really as incompetent as Zhuifeng imagined, then the Zhenxi Palace will really be over.

Zhuifeng pouted, still a little worried...

"Xu Xing, are you serious?"

On the ring, Mu Shengyan's incredible roar suddenly came.

Zhuifeng immediately turned his attention back to the ring, his eyes following the figures of the two.

"Xu Xing, don't hit people in the face!"

Mu Shengyan shouted again.

Xu Xing didn't say anything, but immediately launched a fierce attack, which overwhelmed Mu Shengyan. He was hit repeatedly, but avoided the face.

Zhuifeng finally felt relieved as he watched Mu Shengyan gradually lose his strength and was completely beaten.

Jing Lei remained calm and maintained a poker face, but when no one saw it, a smile flashed in his eyes.

Prince Mu really deserves to be beaten.

About a quarter of an hour later, Mu Shengyan was kicked off the stage. He held his stomach, bent over, and pointed at Xu Xing who was standing on the stage, his face full of pain.

Even if you haven't seen each other for a few years, there's no need to be so cruel, right?

Mu Shengyan had no idea why he was beaten, and he thought it was because he did not take the initiative to see Xu Xing after arriving in Beijing.

Seeing how miserable he was, Xu Xing felt angry for Jiang Hao.

If possible, he really wanted Jiang Hao to come and beat him up personally.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're leaving just like that?"

Seeing Xu Xing leading his two followers away, Mu Shengyan's eyes almost popped out: "It's rare for this prince to return to Beijing, you should at least treat me to a drink? You're done with just beating me up? Hey——"

Xu Xing, his master and his two servants walked further and further away, and the only response from the training ground was the whistling cold wind.

"Prince, the Prince of Weiguo seems a little strange!"

The subordinate Black Panther stepped forward, quickly helped Mu Shengyan up and said.

Mu Shengyan had already realized by now that Xu Xing might not beat him up for the reason he imagined, but... could it be because of Minhui?

However, haven’t the two governments reached a consensus? Is the matter over?

"Who knows!"

Mu Shengyan could only sigh that he was unlucky to have met such a brother, who would not answer any questions asked and whom he could not defeat.

"Prince, then we..."

"Ouch……"

Mu Shengyan felt as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart. A slight movement would affect his entire body, causing pain everywhere. "Let's go back home and get some medicine first."

Ming looked at the bruises all over her husband's body and cried bitterly. She applied the medicine gently and complained, "I went to Beijing for no reason, and you two kept scaring me."

Mu Shengyan grimaced in pain, but still grasped the key point of Ming's words: "I only have some superficial injuries, it's no big deal, but what happened to Jin'er?"

When Ming saw her husband asking about it, a fierce look flashed in her eyes, and then she slowly said, "There are people with ulterior motives... who want to kill our Jin'er."

When Mu Shengyan heard this, he immediately turned over and looked at Ming, his face full of anger: "Which bastard is so bold?"