Chapter 182 Competition

The two did not walk far, and found a quiet and deserted place by the lake to practice their skills.

An Yunxi sat on a stone platform not far away, next to a tree that could block the sun.

She plucked a palm-sized leaf of an unknown name and sat there to fan herself.

It was really hot that day.

It was almost noon, and An Yunxi felt hungry again. As the baby in her belly grew bigger, she felt that she was eating more and more. If this continued, she wondered if she would become fat like a ball.

Not far away, the two had already started fighting.

There was almost no nonsense, and the two sides fought in a moment.

Because it was just a simple competition, no weapons were used. An Yunxi stopped fanning and stared at the scene in front of her.

It was too fast.

She was also good at martial arts and was considered an expert. She was also the kind of person who could fight with masters. But even so, sometimes she couldn't even see clearly how the two of them did it.

Every punch and kick was full of power. If you were hit like that, you would be disabled even if you didn't die.

The figures of the two were unpredictable. Dozens of moves passed in the blink of an eye. An Yunxi watched the masters fighting and her jaw almost dropped in surprise.

This was too amazing!

An Yunxi was so excited that she was dazzled.

After hundreds of moves, it was obvious that Ling Fengxun, who had more experience, had the upper hand.

Ling Fengxun had already fought on the battlefield when he was in his teens. What he learned was how to face the enemy head-on and how to use the least amount of strength and movement to make the most deadly attack.

Huixin, who has not yet become a killer, is certainly not his opponent.

Speaking of which, Ling Fengxun is a bit of a bully.

A hand stretched out from behind Huixin and grabbed his neck.

Huixin immediately stood still.

Ling Fengxun lowered his eyes and chuckled: "Your kung fu is not bad, but it still lacks training, and the moves are too rigid."

Huixin's face under the black robe was very gloomy.

At this moment, he also realized the gap between him and Ling Fengxun in skills and experience.

A world of difference

Perhaps he would have to hone his skills again in ten years before he could compete with the other party, but by then, he didn't know how powerful the other party would be.

This time, Hui Xin was willing to admit defeat.

"You are worthy of being the God of War, and your reputation is well deserved."

Ling Fengxun raised the corners of his lips slightly, then released his hand, and his eyes narrowed.

He said very politely: "Thank you, little master is still young. If you grow up, you may not be worse than me in martial arts. You can even be said to be more talented."

Hui Xin knew that Ling Fengxun was praising him and saying something nice.

If it really came down to talent, he might not be more powerful than Ling Fengxun.

He slowly lowered his head, turned around and saluted Ling Fengxun.

"Since I've already lost, I'll leave it to you, Your Highness."

An Yunxi immediately stood up and walked closer to the two of them.

"Your Highness, you can't just drive him too far away."

Ling Fengxun asked in a puzzled tone, "Why?"

An Yunxi walked to the side of Ling Fengxun, tiptoed, and whispered in his ear in a very intimate manner, "What if this person becomes a killer if we don't keep an eye on him?"

Seeing that she was only worried about this, and not about Huixin, Ling Fengxun smiled a little more, and his jealousy disappeared a lot.

It's no wonder that he was so wary of the little monk. Not to mention that Huixin didn't become a monk, just that face was so weird.

How could he feel at ease with such a good-looking man staying with Xiao Xier!

These were all the thoughts in Ling Fengxun's heart, but he couldn't show them.

"Okay, I will make proper arrangements."

An Yunxi's eyes curved: "Okay, I believe in you, Your Highness."

The look in her eyes was full of trust, and Ling Fengxun couldn't let her down at all.

His eyes deepened slightly, and he had already made some arrangements in his mind.

Since this was the person An Yunxi wanted to win over, he naturally wouldn't mess up the matter and let the other party down.

While the fight was going on here, the old abbot had already brought Huijing into the palace to meet the emperor. There

was also the prince kneeling beside the emperor, and the two seemed to have had some arguments just now. The old emperor was so angry that his face turned red and he was furious.

Seeing the old abbot coming, Emperor Beiling immediately restrained his expression and regained his composure. He even smiled and asked, "Why did the Imperial Master come to my place?"

The old abbot said, "I have lived in the palace for a while, and I want to take this opportunity to say goodbye to the emperor."

The emperor nodded slightly, with a little understanding.

"The abbot has not returned to Liangshan Temple for such a long time. I am afraid that it has become a mess. So, the abbot should go back."

With the emperor's words, the old abbot seemed to be relieved.

He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the emperor, wanting to say something but stopping.

The emperor asked in a puzzled tone: "Is there anything else, Imperial Master?"

The old abbot said: "I see that you look healthy and energetic on the surface, but you look like you are about to die."

The eunuch beside him suddenly said angrily: "How dare you, old monk, don't think that you can talk nonsense just because the emperor is respectful to you!"

Emperor Beiling waved his hand to stop the eunuch from continuing to speak, but his face was also gloomy.

"Is the Imperial Master aware that I will have a bloody disaster?"

The old abbot nodded slightly: "Your Majesty is blessed with great fortune and will surely be able to overcome the difficulties.

I am leaving now." After saying that, he was about to leave.

Emperor Beiling had a deep look in his eyes, and suddenly spoke: "Wait a minute, Imperial Master, can you tell me who is involved in this bloody disaster?"

The old abbot showed some hesitation on his face, "Amitabha, the Buddha said, it cannot be said."

There was a little more anger in Emperor Beiling's voice.

"Since you can't say it, why do you remind me?"

The old abbot lowered his head, his eyes full of helplessness: "I just don't want to see the turmoil in Beiling Kingdom, and countless deaths and injuries" "

The national teacher is really kind and benevolent, but your words make me feel uncomfortable. If this cause and effect is not solved today, the national teacher should stay and don't leave."

The old national teacher's eyes revealed a very clear regret. He suddenly said to the emperor in a misty way: "I can only see that the person who wants your life is of noble status. He is an existence above one person and ten thousand people. Having said that, this is all I can say. If the emperor can find this person within half a month and seek a way to save him, there is still hope."

The prince on the side was dumbfounded.

The whole person was a little panicked.

His status is too noble to be described, and he is above everyone else. The old monk should just name him!

As expected, when the old abbot turned around and left, the emperor looked at the prince with a bit of vigilance.

"How much do you think the prince can trust what the imperial teacher said?"