Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Emperor Jing Cheng, who sat high on the main seat, almost choked on the wine when he heard the words, with a strange expression on his face.He finally knew where the idea was coming from.

This is almost an act of tearing one's face in public, and it turned out to be angry with Jing Jue.

If you don't give Chujun face in full view, he won't say anything if he is determined, right?

Unfortunately, he really couldn't express his opinion.

Emperor Jing Cheng remained silent, he was counting the days until Lian Shenwei came to kill him, what else could he do.

The expression in Ying Jingjue's eyes changed several times, and he held down Li Ningfeng's stretched arm to express his peace of mind.

He himself poured another glass of wine in a blink of an eye, and said with a smile: "It's Ben Gong who didn't think carefully. This second glass of wine should be regarded as Ben Gong's apology to the teacher. Don't blame the teacher."

After Ying Jingjue had finished drinking, she lowered her voice: "Which person who held the welcome banquet didn't remember anything? Don't you know how to replace the wine on the regent's table with green tea?"

Soon someone came forward to plead guilty, and took the jug from Lian Shenwei's table away with trepidation, and replaced it with green tea.

Lian Shenwei didn't say a word since just now, and the banquet continued.

The Nan'an fraud case caused a lot of confrontations between the prince/party and the eldest prince and the third prince's faction.

Li Ningfeng now seems to be a serious prince faction, so naturally he will inevitably be targeted.

"I heard that the young master is very brave in the frontier. I wonder if we will have a chance to watch the young master kill the enemy with demeanor?"

Li Ningfeng looked up at the person who spoke, it was the third prince.He was also not polite: "Where did you go to get me the people from Beiyi for me to kill?"

"There are no Beiyi people, but there are some warriors who can learn from each other."

The third prince obviously had been prepared for a long time. He clapped his hands, and a dozen burly people came up.

Most of them are in the Mortal Realm, and there are a few who look at 50 or [-] years old, who are Yinyuan Realm and Kaiyang Realm.

The third prince said with a smile: "These people are prepared by His Royal Highness for the young master. They all have extraordinary skills. I think the young master can have a good time."

"It's also good to let us all have fun together."

Li Ningfeng smiled, and said to Emperor Jing Cheng: "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Emperor Jing Cheng: "The reception banquet prepared for you is naturally according to your preferences. If you want to, just show your hand. If you are too lazy to move, I will tell them to go down."

"That minister is making a fool of himself."

He raised his eyes to look in Lian Shenwei's direction, the flying eyebrows that set off his temples made him extremely flamboyant.

The third prince asked someone to come out carrying the weapon rack.

"I heard that the young master has a black gold gun, which weighs more than a hundred catties. The palace doesn't have such a heavy gun. I don't know if the young master is used to it."

Li Ningfeng picked up a spear at random, weighed it, and threw it back: "It's too light."

Then he picked out a lighter sword: "This one."

"I'm also good at wielding a sword."

He casually pulled a sword flower, startled a crabapple petal that fell on the ground, and the sword edge silently divided the tender petal into two halves.

With just one sword flower, Lian Shenwei's eyes stopped on him.

Li Ningfeng: "Let's go together."

Many people in the court didn't know that Li Ningfeng was now approaching the Heavenly Power Realm. The third prince sneered slightly in his heart, with a smile on his face: "Of course I listen to the young master, what are you doing in a daze, let's go up together."

Lian Shenwei carefully looked at Li Ningfeng's starting gesture.

Negative snow sword technique is ever-changing, and it is one of the inheritance cores of Fudu Villa.

It is not only a swordsmanship, but also a profound inner strength method. Each generation of negative snow swordsmanship has different experiences.

This also caused no one to recognize that Li Ningfeng is now using the negative snow sword technique.

Lian Shenwei is not interested in experiencing the Negative Snow swordsmanship, but he is highly talented and can reproduce the moves that my sister has comprehended.However, this kind of reenacted comprehension has no soul after all, and it cannot be regarded as a real inheritance.

Comprehension requires fate, Ying Jingjue's talent in martial arts is average, and he doesn't have such a high comprehension ability.

On the contrary, Li Ningfeng learned it by mistake and was very interested. Even Shen Wei was happy to see that the core swordsmanship of Fudu Villa was inherited, and occasionally gave him anonymous pointers, treating him as a half successor.

In just two breaths, within three moves of Li Ningfeng, these people were playing around, he left one person alone, and forced this person to go in the direction of Lian Shenwei.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the young man who was still drinking tea and didn't seem to notice anything. Li Ningfeng's lips curled up slightly, and he spun around quickly with his feet. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at Lian Shenwei's desk. With a flick of his wrist, he He dropped the weapon in the last person's hand.

But the rest of the sword's momentum didn't show the slightest restraint, the sharp point of the sword stabbed straight at Lian Shenwei!

Ying Jingjue's heartbeat accelerated subconsciously, and he stood up abruptly: "Ning..."

Zheng-!

A strong wind of internal forces clashed and swayed in the air.

The crowd looked.

I saw that the tip of the sword was pinched by the fingers of a woman in strong clothes with cold eyes.

The hair of the young man sitting on the seat was blown back on his shoulders, his expression was peaceful, and the tea in the teacup was sinking.

He took a sip of tea and said, "Mingzhu, don't be rude."

Mingzhu withdrew his hands and stood beside him quietly, without giving half of his eyes to others.

Simply everyone's attention was on Lian Shenwei, and they didn't notice the young prince's gaffe.

Ying Jingjue came to his senses and sat down slowly. After a long time, the unconsciously trembling fingertips slowly tightened.

He... what happened to him just now?Are you afraid?Are you afraid that Li Ning will cause trouble if he seals someone up?

At palace banquets, courtiers are not allowed to bring guards, but even Shen Wei is obviously not within this rule, and everyone is not surprised.

Li Ningfeng looked different.

He was one step away from reaching the Heavenly Power Realm. He just wanted to collect some interest for his uncle's death, and controlled the killing intent without using all his strength, but he was able to take his attack so easily... Could it be that he was already in the Heavenly Power Realm? Are you a master?

Putting his sword in his hand, he took a step back and said: "I'm not good at learning, I almost hurt the regent, I'm rude."

There was no hint of a sincere apology in his tone.

Lian Shenwei put down the teacup, raised his eyes and said in a warm voice, "I don't know if Young Master is interested in another match?"

Li Ningfeng looked at Mingzhu and Tiannan behind him, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yes, with whom?"

Lian Shenwei: "When I was young, I also learned some superficial boxing skills. Now that I am recovering from a serious illness, I want to exercise my muscles and bones."

Li Ningfeng: "?"

Who?

"The Prince Regent is not joking," he said.

If I didn't feel wrong, this person didn't have any internal strength, he was sick, and he couldn't even say whether he could pick up a sword.

Lian Shenwei looked at the vaguely vigilant expression on the young man's face, and found it quite interesting, and looked towards the high platform: "Your Majesty, can I allow this second match?"

He can't use his internal strength now, and it's hard to find such an opportunity to guide him personally.

Emperor Jing Cheng: "Sure."

Lian Shenwei untied his cloak and left his seat, casually picked up a long sword on the weapon rack, threw away the scabbard, he casually held the sword, and stood opposite Li Ningfeng.

"Young Master?"

Li Ningfeng was a blood-stained wolf cub who had killed the enemy in the frontier. When he stared at people faintly, it would make people feel shuddering.

He stepped back five steps away from Lian Shenwei, and tapped a few times on the big acupuncture points all over his body to seal up his inner strength, and at the same time, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I don't use internal strength, I only rely on swordsmanship, but even in a martial arts competition, it is inevitable that there will be times when you are not careful-such as just now. The regent should be careful."

Lian Shenwei: "Naturally."

He is currently cherishing his life, so naturally he will not mobilize the silent internal force of the meridian, and will not let himself get hurt.

I just want to find out how this kid is doing.

Li Ningfeng took half a step back, and in the next second, he leaned forward, the sword in his hand wrapped in strong force, and stabbed straight at the young man who opened the empty door.

The young man stood where he was, without raising his sword, as if he didn't even know how to hide.

Just when Tian Nan was in a hurry to make a move, Lian Shen turned his side slightly, and the sword edge slashed across his face.

He turned his feet and appeared behind Li Ningfeng in an instant. Without a pause, he immediately leaned back to avoid Li Ningfeng's backhand pursuit.

After just one back and forth, Li Ningfeng reassessed Lian Shenwei's "superficial skills" in his heart.

Tian Nan was surprised for a moment, and slowly let go of his hanging heart.

Half a quarter of an hour passed, Lian Shenwei hadn't even made a move, and was hiding. He had an accurate judgment of Li Ningfeng's current strength and weakness in his heart.

He shook his head inwardly, he has made a lot of progress, but it may be because he has been in the frontier for too long, resulting in fierce offensive and lack of defense.

If someone catches an omission, one hit can kill him.

Li Ningfeng: "The regent will not take action?"

Lian Shen smiled: "Listen to you."

This was the first time he raised his sword in the arena, and at that moment, the lazy aura on his body changed suddenly.

No one saw his movements clearly, when Sen Han's sword light flashed by, Lian Shenwei's sword was wrapped in an indescribable chill, and stuck tightly to the side of Li Ningfeng's neck.

Li Ningfeng's skin, which was touched by the sword's edge, stood upside down with hairs visible to the naked eye.

His eyes widened in disbelief, his pupils shrunk slightly, his originally slow and calm heartbeat paused for a moment, then suddenly sped up, and an unspeakable sense of trembling pervaded his whole body.

Scattered petals fell on the edge of the sword and kissed lightly, and stopped. The young man held the sword with his left hand, not the right hand that warriors used to, but it was inconceivably stable.

It would be great if he used Negative Snow Sword, Lian Shenwei thought.

A full house of flowers drunk three thousand guests, a sword of frost and cold fourteen states.

This is a move that Sister used to realize with the Negative Snow Sword. It is a move that defeats the enemy. It has only been shown in front of her family. I hope this kid can learn it.

He is a useless person now, so he can only point out the younger generation here like a child playing with a sword.

In the past, drinking in the rivers and lakes, making friends with the sword, and competing on the stage at Fengyun Pavilion in Jinling, all the heroism and youthful chivalry, are just like the tendon in his right hand that was picked off by the demon monk, and he can't go back.