Emperor Jingcheng, who was sitting high in the main seat, almost swallowed a mouthful of wine in his throat when he heard this, and looked strange. He finally knew where the idea of ​​something wrong came from.

This was almost an act of falling out in public; it turned out that he was angry with Jing Jue.

You are not giving face to the emperor in public, and you are sure that he won't say anything, right?

But he really can't express his opinion.

Emperor Jingcheng said nothing. 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 Ning's sealed arms to indicate that he should stay calm.

He poured himself another glass of wine and said with a smile, "I was inconsiderate. This second glass of wine is my apology to you, please don't blame me."

After Ying Jingjue finished drinking, he lowered his voice and asked, "Who is the person who has no memory and organized the welcoming banquet? Didn't he change the wine on the Regent Prince's table to tea?"

Soon someone came forward to apologize, and timidly took the wine pot on Lian Shenwei's table and replaced it with tea.

Lian Shenwei hadn't said a word since then, and the welcoming banquet continued.

The Nan'an fraud case caused many clashes between the crown prince/party and the eldest and third princes. During the banquet, they toasted each other and spoke with hidden meanings.

Li Ningfeng now seems to be a member of the true prince's faction, so it is natural that he will not be spared from being targeted.

"I heard that the young marquis is very brave on the frontier. I wonder if we will have the opportunity to see him kill the enemy?"

Li Ningfeng looked up at the person who was speaking. It was the Third Prince. He was not polite either: "Where did you get me the Northern Barbarians to kill?"

"There are no Northern Barbarians here, but there are some warriors we can spar with."

The third prince was obviously well prepared. He clapped his hands, and a dozen burly men came up.

Most of them were in the Mortal Realm, and there were a few who looked to be in their forties or fifties, who were in the Yinyuan Realm and Kaiyang Realm.

The Third Prince smiled and said, "These few people are the ones that I have prepared for you, my Lord. They are all very skilled, and I believe you will have a great time."

"It will also help us all have some fun together."

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

Emperor Jingcheng: "The welcoming banquet prepared for you is naturally based on your preferences. If you are willing, then show off your skills. If you are too lazy to move, I will ask them to leave."

"Then I am ashamed."

He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Lian Shenwei, his long eyebrows making him look extremely confident.

The third prince asked someone to carry out the weapons rack.

"I heard that the young marquis has a black gold spear that weighs more than 100 kilograms. There are no spears that heavy in the palace. I wonder if the young marquis is used to using it."

Li Ningfeng picked up a long gun at random, weighed it, and threw it back: "Too light."

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

"I am also good with swords."

He casually made a sword flower, startling a crabapple petal that had fallen to the ground, and the sword blade silently split the tender petal in half.

Just one sword flower made Lian Shenwei's eyes stay on him.

Li Ningfeng: "Let's go together."

Many people in the court did not know that Li Ningfeng's current strength was close to the Heavenly Power Realm. The Third Prince sneered in his heart, but smiled on his face: "Of course I will listen to the young marquis. What are you doing standing there? Let's attack together."

Lian Shenwei watched Li Ningfeng's opening moves carefully.

The Fuxue Sword Technique is ever-changing and is one of the core traditions of Fudu Villa.

It is not only a sword technique, but also a profound internal strength method. Every generation of the inheritors of the Fuxue Sword Technique has different experiences.

This also resulted in no one recognizing that Li Ningfeng was currently using the Negative Snow Sword Technique.

Lian Shenwei was not interested in learning the Fuxue Sword Technique, but he was talented and could copy the moves that his sister had learned. However, this kind of copied understanding was ultimately soulless and could not be considered a true inheritance.

Comprehension requires fate. Ying Jingjue has average talent in martial arts and does not have such a high level of comprehension.

On the contrary, Li Ningfeng learned it by accident and was very interested in it. Even Shen Wei was happy to see someone inherit the core swordsmanship of Fudu Villa, and occasionally gave him anonymous guidance, treating him as a half-successor.

In just two breaths, Li Ningfeng had made these people run around in circles within three moves. He left only one person and forced this person to go in the direction of Lian Shenwei.

Glancing at the young man who was still drinking tea and seemed unaware, Li Ningfeng curled the corners of his lips slightly, spun around a few times, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Lian Shenwei's desk. With a flick of his wrist, he knocked the weapon out of the hand of the last man.

But there was no sign of the remaining sword force slowing down, and the sharp sword tip stabbed straight at Lian Shenwei!

Ying Jing made up his mind and his heartbeat quickened. He stood up suddenly and said, "Ning..."

Clang——!

A strong gust of wind was created in the air by the clash of internal forces.

Everyone looked on.

I saw the tip of the sword being held by the fingers of a woman in a suit with a stern look in her eyes.

The young man sitting at the seat had his hair on his shoulders blown back, his expression was calm, and the tea in his teacup was floating up and down.

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

Ming Candle put away his hand and stood quietly to the side, not even glancing at anyone else.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was on Lian Shenwei, and no one noticed the young Chu Jun's misconduct.

Ying Jingjue reacted and slowly sat down. After a long time, his unconsciously trembling fingertips slowly tightened.

He...what happened to him just now? He was actually afraid? Was he afraid that Lian Ningfeng would hurt someone and cause trouble?

Ministers were not allowed to bring bodyguards to palace banquets, but Lian Shenwei was obviously not included in this rule, and people were not surprised.

Li Ningfeng looked strange.

He was only one step away from reaching the Tianquan realm. He just wanted to collect some interest from his uncle's death, so he controlled his murderous intent and didn't use his full strength. But he was able to take his attack so easily... Could it be that he was already a master of the Tianquan realm?

He put away his sword and bowed, then took a step back and said, "I am not good enough in my skills and almost hurt the Regent. I am sorry for my rudeness."

There wasn't a hint of genuine apology in his tone.

Lian Shenwei put down the teacup, raised his eyes and said softly, "I wonder if the young marquis is interested in another match?"

Li Ningfeng looked at Ming Cang and Tian Nan behind him, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Sure, with whom?"

Lian Shenwei: "When I was young, I also learned some basic martial arts. Now that I have just recovered from a serious illness, I want to stretch my muscles and bones."

Li Ningfeng: “?”

who?

He said, "Don't joke, Regent."

If I'm not mistaken, this guy doesn't have any internal strength at all and is very sick. It's hard to say whether he can even lift a sword.

Lian Shenwei looked at the alertness on the boy's face and found it interesting. He looked towards the platform and said, "Your Majesty, can you approve my second round?"

He can't use his internal energy now, so it's hard to find an opportunity to be personally instructed in such an open and aboveboard manner.

Emperor Jingcheng: "Yes."

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

"Young Marquis?"

Li Ningfeng was a blood-stained wolf cub who had killed enemies on the frontier. When he stared at people quietly, it would make people feel creepy.

He retreated to a distance of five steps from Lian Shenwei, pressed a few major acupoints on his body to seal his internal energy, and at the same time, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I don't use internal energy, I only rely on swordsmanship. But even in a competition, it's inevitable that I will be careless sometimes - like just now. Regent, please be careful."

Lian Shenwei: “Of course.”

He currently values ​​his life very much, so naturally he will not mobilize the dormant internal energy in his meridians, nor will he allow himself to get hurt.

I just want to see how this kid is doing.

Li Ningfeng took a half step back, and the next second, he rushed forward, with the sword in his hand wrapped in powerful force, stabbing straight at the young man with his arm wide open.

The young man stood where he was, without raising his sword, and seemed to not even know how to dodge.

Just when Tiannan was anxious to attack, Lian Shenwei slightly turned sideways, and the sword blade passed by his face.

He turned his feet and instantly appeared behind Lian Ningfeng. Without stopping, he leaned back to avoid Lian Ningfeng's counterattack.

After just one round, Li Ningfeng had a new assessment of Lian Shenwei's "crude skills".

Tiannan was shocked for a moment, then slowly calmed down.

Half a minute passed, and Lian Shenwei had not drawn his sword once, but was dodging all the time. In his mind, he had an accurate assessment of Lian Ningfeng's current strength and weaknesses.

He shook his head in his heart. He had made a lot of progress, but it might be because he had been on the border for too long, which led to the fierce attack and lack of defense.

If someone catches you being careless, you can be killed with one blow.

Li Ningfeng: "The Regent King won't take action?"

Lian Shen smiled and said, "I'll listen to you."

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

No one could see his movements clearly. When the cold sword light flashed, even Shen Wei's sword was wrapped in an indescribable chill and pressed tightly against Li Ningfeng's neck.

Where the sword blade touched Li Ningfeng's skin, his hair stood up visibly.

His eyes widened in disbelief, his pupils shrank slightly, and his originally slow and calm heartbeat paused for a moment, then suddenly accelerated, and an indescribable tremor swept through his body.

The petals that floated over sporadically landed on the sword blade and kissed it lightly, then stopped. The young man held the sword with his left hand, not his right hand as warriors usually do, but his hand was incredibly steady.

It would be better if I used the Snow Sword, Lian Shenwei thought.

The flowers in the hall intoxicate three thousand guests, and the frost of a sword chills fourteen states.

This is a move that my sister figured out herself using the Fuxue Sword. It can defeat the enemy with one move. She has only demonstrated it in front of her family. I hope this kid can learn it.

He is now a useless person and can only instruct the younger ones here like a child playing with swords.

In the past, people drank and made friends with swords in the martial arts arena, and they participated in martial arts competitions in Jinling Fengyun Pavilion. All the heroic spirit and chivalry of the young people are now like the tendons of his right hand that were cut by the evil monk and can never be returned.