Resisting the Wind and Splendor

Cherish heroes and value heroes.

Chu Xiaohe was eager to try.

Chu Yueli grabbed his sleeve and gave him a wink: "Brother, you've been suffering from typhoid fever for the past two days and haven't fully recovered yet. You shouldn't overexert yourself."

"Don't worry, it won't tire General Chu out." As soon as Lu Beimo finished speaking, a silver light shot out from his hand.

Without a second thought, Chu Xiaohe immediately raised his hand to catch it.

The silver spear felt slightly cool to the touch, but as soon as you swung it, you could feel its ruthless power!

"What a fine spear!" Chu Xiaohe was practically a martial arts fanatic, and the moment he gripped this silver spear, he knew it was different from ordinary silver spears.

He raised his arm and swung it, and with a clang, the silver spear seemed to possess its own internal force, leaving a chilling mark on the ground.

Chu Yueli felt a blur before her eyes, and a tall figure blocked her way.

Thunder?

Was she afraid that the cold air from her elder brother's silver spear would hurt her?

A hint of surprise, along with a complex mix of emotions, flashed across her eyes.

The guard of the King of Ink looked somewhat serious and didn't talk much, but he was clearly very meticulous and considerate in his work.

Looking out from Jing Lei's arms, Chu Yueli saw Lu Beimo casually pick up a large sword from the weapon rack beside him.

Chu Xiaohe's eyes were filled with excitement: "Your Highness, please forgive me!"

With a whoosh, a silver light streaked through the air as his slender body leaped into the air, thrusting his spear directly at Lu Beimo.

My elder brother is a very good marksman, but after his injury, he is not as strong as before. Ordinary silver spears are easily slipped from his hands due to the weight of his moves.

But I don't know what material King Mo's silver spear is made of. Even with such fierce moves, my elder brother can still hold it tightly!

In the blink of an eye, Chu Yueli saw her elder brother's silver spear already landing on Lu Beimo's head.

Lu Beimo appeared completely still, but just as the silver spear was about to touch him, he raised his wrist.

With a clang, the silver spear and the broadsword collided, sparks flying, and a gust of cold wind swept in.

Liu Yun waved his hand, deflecting the incoming internal force.

Jing Lei opened his arms, and Chu Yueli's face was immediately blocked by his arms.

But her long hair was also lifted by this wave of internal force, and strands of it flew up.

The sight of her flowing robes left Liu Yun, who had just turned around, speechless with astonishment.

She truly deserves to be called the most beautiful woman in the capital! Dressed in white and without makeup, she was still as beautiful as a poem or a painting, and he couldn't take his eyes off her for a while.

"Don't you want your eyes anymore?" Jing Lei glanced at him.

Liu Yun was startled, then came to her senses and hurriedly looked away, laughing, "Food and sex are human nature!"

Chu Xiaohe staggered back several steps, his hand throbbing with pain, but his face was filled with excitement and joy.

"Big brother, are you injured?" Chu Yueli jogged up to him.

He was defeated in a single move, and surprisingly, the eldest brother didn't show any sign of sadness.

Chu Xiaohe shook his head, but kept looking at Lu Beimo, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

Lu Beimo handed the broadsword to Liu Yun and put it away, saying calmly, "The Third Prince of Dongzhou has two experts by his side, one of whom is named Wu Dan. He is skilled with a long spear. If nothing unexpected happens, you will run into him."

Upon hearing this, Chu Xiaohe's eyes lit up immediately: "Your Highness, do you know that with my current abilities..."

"Definitely lose."

Chu Xiaohe sighed, not particularly surprised.

Lu Beimo replied, "Unless General Chu can thoroughly study Wudan's moves before the competition."

Chu Xiaohe looked helpless: "I've never met that Wudan before, I don't even know what weapon he uses, how can I possibly subdue him..."

"What does Your Highness desire?" Chu Yueli, who had remained silent until now, raised her eyes to meet Lu Beimo's deep gaze and said sincerely, "If our Duke's Mansion can do it, we will spare no effort."