The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

Minglang was closest to Yan Yunting, and she heard the curse clearly. Before she could react, Yan Yunting's long whip had already hit the martial arts training ground, heading straight for the man opposite her.

The battle was about to break out, and the fighting on the training ground became fierce and fierce. Blood splattered as soon as the fighting started.

Minglang stood in the martial arts training ground like a spectator. If Yan Yunting had not whipped the person opposite her and splashed the blood on her, Minglang would have asked, what does today's battle have to do with her?

There were five people in the training ground. They all found their opponents. Even Minglang, with the magic sword, couldn't join in. When they saw her approaching, they fought and dodged at the same time.

Minglang tried to fit in several times but was rejected. The sound of these people's weapons colliding was like a series of audible rejections.

Minglang was helpless and stood aside silently with the magic sword in his hand, watching them fight with great momentum.

In fact, the distance was too close, and she could see that these people were holding back on their strength and didn't want to really hurt each other.

Minglang thought of the weapons that had changed them. She had a special identity, and she had been treated specially every day since she was a child.

If she still can't figure it out, she'd be a fool.

Minglang stood at the edge of the martial arts training ground and scanned the entire place. She didn't see any special figure. It seemed that they were deliberately avoiding her.

"Han Qi, is this the person you trained?"

The master's cold voice came, and without any tone it was the most severe questioning.

"I failed to train my subordinates well. Master, please punish me."

Fei He then slowly turned his head, his gaze finally moving away from the prince, and fell on Han Qi who was kneeling in front of him, with an imperceptible curve at the corner of his mouth.

He reached out and pulled out the soft sword hidden in Han Qi's waist.

The soft sword finally came out from the place where it had been trapped for a long time, bounced twice in the air, and a cold light flashed.

Minglang was looking for someone in the stands when his eyes were attracted by the cold light.

Why did Han Qi take out the soft sword at this time?

"Tell them to stop acting and come down. Go compete with His Highness. If you win, you'll have a chance to re-select. If you lose..."

The master didn't say anything else, and Han Qi only heard the result of winning.

He had only made one choice with his master, holding the soft sword in his hand. Han Qi still remembered that he chose the soft sword because his master said that it would take much longer to master the soft sword than other weapons, and the damage also depended on the skill of the swordsman.

He held his breath proudly and vowed to master the soft sword, at least to surpass his master in the soft sword.

The people in the training ground were fighting for their superiors to see. They noticed it when General Han walked into the training ground with a soft sword in his hand. They didn't dare to stop until General Han gave the order.

"That's enough. Stop acting. Get out of here."

As soon as Han Qi finished speaking, everyone stopped at the same time without even a question, picked up their weapons and walked away quickly.

Minglang stood aside holding a sword, watching the scene with his head slightly tilted.

"They are inferior in skills to others. They will have a match with Your Highness in the future."

Minglang had exactly this in mind. These people's acting skills were poor, and she felt uncomfortable watching them, so she simply let them go.

"Okay, I've been looking forward to a match with General Han for a long time."

The soft sword bounced in the air like a poisonous snake because of Han Qi's wrist force.

Minglang couldn't wait any longer with the magic sword in her hand. She had already warmed up, but then those four people gave her this.

Minglang walked a few steps to the center of the training ground. The magic sword stood in the depression on the training ground, waiting for Han Qixian to take action.

"Your Highness, I'm offended."

Han Qi's soft sword came straight towards Minglang's face. Liang Chongyue did not dodge, but raised his sword to block it, pushing Han Qi's soft sword back.

Blocking with the right hand and attacking with the left hand, Minglang kept all the moves taught to her by the Queen Mother and Master Fei for Han Qi, waiting to fight with Han Qi.

Minglang's attack was as fierce as Zong Guanyu's. She didn't even need brute force, but only used cleverness to beat Han Qi back step by step.

"It seems Minglang's concealment of his shortcomings these past few days has been very effective."

Liang Chongyue sat in the Yangxin Palace, watching the fighting scene on the panel, and gave the system two fruits from time to time.

"Host, are you really not going to see the scene?" The system stood awkwardly in front of the host. It really wanted to go.

"Minglang's coming-of-age ceremony is coming up soon, and there's a bonfire dinner in the military camp tonight. I need to go check on the arrangements for the ceremony. If I go today, I must stay. Otherwise, no one will be able to relax, and Minglang won't have a good time."

With Fei He watching there, Liang Chongyue had nothing to worry about.

The system was talking so much that it almost went up in smoke. It didn't understand why the host didn't go by himself and didn't allow Fei He to take it there.

Isn't it a dog? What was wrong with it being a dog?

Liang Chongyue ignored the system's unreasonable behavior and looked at the screen on the panel quietly.

Han Qi was beaten back step by step, and his back foot had already stepped on the edge of the training ground.

"General Han, is this all you can do? Hurry up and fight me seriously. Show me your true abilities."

Han Qi's performance completely exceeded Minglang's expectations. In her imagination, she and Han Qi should be evenly matched, and Han Qi might be better than her in tactics.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with the man who only knows how to avoid.

"Don't be impatient, Your Highness. It's not a wise decision to start off so aggressively and reveal your secrets to an opponent who can't be defeated in one blow."

Han Qi's eyes were already evil-looking, and even more so when he smiled.

Minglang was unsure of Han Qi's ability for a moment. The soft sword wrapped around him like a poisonous snake. If Minglang had not retreated in time, the Gan Jiang sword would have been snatched away by him.

"Master Fei is a master of martial arts. I'm sure Your Highness has learned all of Master Fei's skills over the years. I'm a few years older than Your Highness, and while I can't match Master Fei's martial arts, I can teach Your Highness a few tricks in terms of cunning and slyness."

Minglang met Han Qi's half-smiling eyes, swallowed silently, and clenched his sword-holding hand until the knuckles turned white.

Force yourself to calm down and don't be led astray by Han Qi's thoughts. This is a big taboo in the competition.

Minglang was discovered by Han Qi when he was adjusting himself. He changed his previous retreating attitude and rushed towards Minglang with the soft sword like a snake with eyes.

Minglang blocked with his sword, but Han Qi moved his wrist slightly, and the tip of the soft sword quickly dropped towards Minglang's sword-holding hand.

Minglang had no choice but to put away his sword and use the Moye Sword to attack Han Qi. The two swords formed a dual attack and defense formation, and Han Qi was unable to break through for a while.

The two men remained deadlocked for several rounds. Every time the two swords collided, what should have been a fierce attack in a flash, Han Qi's soft sword would entangle him, forcing Minglang to take the initiative to break this balance of power.

The silver chain that was originally tied to the hilt of the sword was wrapped around his hand. Every time he punched, the silver snake head swayed in front of Minglang.