Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Master Wu, be careful!"

Jing Yu had made up his mind to establish his image as a martial arts fanatic today. He clenched his fists and got ready to fight.

"The Taizu Changquan, created by the founding emperor of the State of Zhao? What a standard stance!" Wu Juecheng, hands behind his back, commented with a calm demeanor, "The Sixth Prince has a very solid foundation!"

"I'd like to ask the senior to give me some comments!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Yu controlled his strength precisely to the level of a second-rate martial arts master, moved closer, and punched Wu Juecheng in the chest!

Boom boom boom!

After this punch, Jing Yu's blood and energy surged, and his muscles and bones vibrated!

Wu Juecheng's expression remained unchanged. He raised his left arm and gently flicked his calloused palm, completely neutralizing Jing Yu's swift punch!

"What a powerful punch!" Wu Juecheng praised.

What a brilliant way to dissipate force! Jing Yu was also a little surprised. There were only a handful of martial arts masters in Zhao State, but he had seen many in the Changsheng Palace during the hundred years with Lu Yingzhao alone. There were really few who could dissipate force at Wu Juecheng's level. Most of them relied solely on the innate true energy generated by the master realm to fly bricks with great force. Their moves were so crude that they were almost unbearable to watch.

Of course, this cannot be blamed on the martial arts masters for not studying the moves in depth, but masters are rare. Those who can practice ordinary martial arts to this level are probably fewer than the number of local spiritual roots. A country of the size of Zhao often has only three or five masters in an era, and these three or five may be related to each other, so it is impossible for them to fight each other to death on a normal day.

People at the same level all follow the ways of the world. A master is in a crushing situation against an ordinary warrior without innate true energy, so naturally he prefers to defeat the opponent with force.

As for facing immortal cultivators?

It's not so bad for a cultivator in the early stage of Qi training, as long as they can get close to the opponent before the opponent uses protective spells or magic weapons, there is still a chance of winning. A cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training and above has strong magic power, and just hanging in the sky is enough to make him invincible. Instead of thinking about the moves, it is better to practice more body movements and light skills, so that he can hold on longer before dying.

Jing Yu finished a set of Taizu Changquan, but was unexpectedly blocked by Wu Juecheng's single hand. Jing Yu retreated half a body length and sighed against his will, "Today I finally understand the Grandmaster's ability. It's beyond measure!"

Wu Juecheng twirled his beard with satisfaction. "The Sixth Prince has a solid foundation in martial arts and exquisite techniques. He can perform an ordinary set of Taizu Changquan with the demeanor of a boxing master. His muscles and bones resonate with each punch, and his qi and blood are like mercury. He has already firmly entered the realm of a second-rate master."

"From now on, if I continue to improve, it won't be difficult to reach the realm of a first-class master at such a young age. I should be able to become a grandmaster in this lifetime!"

Emperor Zhao, who was sitting high up, was taken aback when he heard this. He had never expected that his sixth son, whose academic performance was such a mess, was actually a martial arts genius. He leaned forward and said, "It's rare for the martial arts master to favor me. I wonder..."

Wu Juecheng seemed to know what the Emperor Zhao was going to say and waved his hand, "Your Majesty, the Sixth Prince is a precious treasure. How could I dare to covet him? But if we are just friends through martial arts, and we can exchange a few words on a daily basis, then there is no harm."

Emperor Zhao's expression eased slightly, and he nodded, saying, "It is a rare blessing for Old Six to receive some guidance from Master Wu."

"This old man has quite high standards." Jing Yu thought.

It should be noted that second-rate masters at the age of fourteen are rare. Even in a place like the royal family where there is no shortage of martial arts resources, it is not possible to easily produce them. Jing Yu was originally worried that Wu Juecheng would cry and beg to take him as his apprentice, and was thinking about how to make an excuse. Now it seems that the other party has not taken a fancy to him at all... After all, he is the number one master of the Zhao State, and his eyes are in the sky.

The two sat back at their seats, and the birthday party continued.

Emperor Zhao's birthday is held every five years, so it is naturally extremely grand. The birthday banquet and treasure presentation are just the beginning. There are still many singing and dancing performances afterwards. The singers and dancers who participate in the performances often save their energy for five years just for this one show, so the level is naturally very high. Various dishes are served like water. Jing Yu watched with great interest while enjoying the delicious food.

Now in the center of the hall is Zhao Jiuniang, the zither player who is known as "the best zither player in the world" in the imperial city. The fairyland is vast and boundless, so "the best in the world" is an exaggeration, but "the best in Zhao State" is not an exaggeration. At least in Jing Yu's opinion, in terms of pure technique, Zhao Jiuniang's zither skills are not inferior to those music monks who are proficient in music in the world of immortal cultivation.

Boom boom boom——

Ok?

Jing Yu was enjoying the music when he suddenly frowned.

Boom boom boom——

What's going on?

Jing Yu's expression changed slightly. He seemed to hear a roar in the distance, rapidly approaching the direction of the Hall of Supreme Harmony!

Boom boom boom——

The sound of the piano in the hall paused, and Zhao Jiuniang, who was originally concentrating on playing the piano, also noticed something was wrong and raised her head with a confused look.

boom!

Suddenly, a huge hole appeared in the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and a blood-red light fell straight into the center of the Hall, crushing Zhao Jiuniang and her zither into pieces!

The blood-colored light dissipated, and from it emerged an old man in a blood-colored robe with a pale face, an eagle-like nose, and a goatee.

Then a powerful spiritual pressure spread out!

This is?

Jing Yu was shocked and confused. This old man's spiritual pressure didn't seem to be at the Qi training level!

Could it be that he is a foundation-building monk?

What a disaster! There hasn't been a cultivator in Zhao State for hundreds of years, and the first one to arrive is a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage?

Jing Yu glanced at Wu Juecheng out of the corner of his eye and found that the martial arts master who was so popular just now had no breath at this moment, as if lying under the table like a corpse. He must have used some secret technique of tortoise breathing.

Seeing this, Jing Yu lowered his head deeply and restrained his aura like an ordinary person, for fear that the old cultivator would see through him.

The old man in the blood-red robe glanced around the hall and fixed his gaze on Emperor Zhao who was sitting in the main seat. He said in a gloomy voice, "Are you the emperor here?"

Emperor Zhao seemed stunned by the way the blood-robed old man appeared. Perhaps he was frightened by the spiritual pressure. For a moment, he pursed his lips tightly and did not respond.

Crown Prince Zhao Mingyang gritted his teeth upon seeing this, and, bearing the spiritual pressure carelessly released by the blood-robed old man, he trudged forward and said slowly, "This Immortal..."

"Shut up! Did I ask you a question?"

The old man in the blood-red robe had an unwavering expression on his face. He raised his right hand and made a hand gesture. A blood-red skull flew out from behind him and flew towards Zhao Mingyang at lightning speed. It opened its mouth and bit off half of the body of the Prince Mingyang!

Brother!

Although Jing Yu lowered his head, he could sense everything that happened in the hall, and his heart was cold at this moment.

This spell...

It is indeed a means of building the foundation!

The old man in the blood-red robe moved his fingers and killed the Crown Prince of Zhao, who had sat firmly in the Eastern Palace for twenty years, as if he had done something insignificant. His eyes locked on the Emperor of Zhao again: "One last question, are you the Emperor here?"

Emperor Zhao looked at Zhao Mingyang, who was only half lying on the ground. His lips trembled, and he calmed himself down and said with difficulty:

"Replying to the Immortal, I am the King of Zhao..."

"Okay, in that case, you have three days to gather three hundred boys and girls for me. I will be very useful to you!" The old man in the blood-red robe sneered, "If you can't gather them within three days, hehe!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man in the blood-red robe suddenly raised his head and looked at the hole in the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony with a look of surprise and doubt.

Boom boom boom——

A blazing white lightning fell from the hole, pointing directly at the old man in the blood-red robe.

Seeing this, the old man in the blood-red robe changed his expression and turned into a blood-red light to avoid it.

The lightning slowly dissipated, and from it emerged a young man in a white robe holding a glass vase.

The young man frowned and said, "Black Blood Taoist, who do you think I am?"

The blood-stained old man's expression changed drastically. "Lei Yunzi! That ancient maze must have trapped you for at least five days! How did you manage to escape so quickly?"