The ministers did not feel the slightest bit uncomfortable when seeing this grand spectacle, as if they were already used to it.
The butler stepped forward and whispered a few words in Prince Xiaoyao's ear. Prince Xiaoyao nodded in satisfaction, glanced at Fan Qingyi, raised his hand and invited them in: "Come on, gentlemen, please come in, Mr. Fan, please."
Having said that, as a prince, he still walks in the front.
With its head held high, it looks like a peacock as fat as a pig.
The decoration and furnishings in the palace are exactly the same as those outside, and two words can be seen throughout: rich.
The group arrived at Prince Xiaoyao's back garden, only to see that an arena had already been set up. The tables in front were filled with fruit plates and snacks, as well as obvious malice.
Prince Xiaoyao took his seat first, and the servants led the ministers to their corresponding seats.
As expected, there was no seat assigned to Fan Qingyi, but he was led to the stage.
The butler behind Prince Xiaoyao made a gesture, and two teams of soldiers quickly lined up in two rows beside the arena.
"It just so happens that the guards in this palace have great respect for Mr. Fan. I hope Mr. Fan can give me some advice today." Prince Xiaoyao picked up a cup of tea, took a sip and put it down, then grabbed a handful of melon seeds and said very comfortably.
The ministers also looked at Fan Qingyi as if they were waiting to see a show.
The ones who came on stage were a pair of twin brothers, tall and strong, holding short knives in their hands, with fierce looks on their faces, and one of them had a scary scar on his face.
Round battle
Fortunately, fortunately, Fan Qingyi's lips curled up slightly.
"Please choose your weapon from the weapon rack next to you." Scarface said politely.
Fan Qingyi then glanced at the weapon rack next to him, shook his head, took out the folding fan that Xiaotuanzi gave him, opened it, and fanned himself at the same time.
In the eyes of everyone, he really had the air of a scholar, standing gracefully.
The scar-faced brothers looked at the man in front of them and saw that he didn't even choose a weapon, but took out an ordinary folding fan with the words "Elegant Gentleman" written on it and started fanning him, obviously not taking them seriously.
"In this case, please enlighten me, Mr. Fan!"
A trace of murderous intent flashed in the scar-faced brother's eyes. He clenched the short knife in his hand and attacked Fan Qingyi from both sides.
Fan Qingyi still had a faint smile on his face, and faced with the two people who launched the attack, he was not anxious at all. He calmly slid between the two people and used the fan bone to push the acupuncture points of the two people.
It all happened extremely fast. In everyone's eyes, only the two men rushed forward, exchanged positions with Fan Qingyi, and then stopped where they were. Their daggers fell to the ground, and they covered their bodies in pain.
“You guys…” Prince Xiaoyao’s smile froze on his lips, and he looked a little helpless.
Naturally, he asked people in the palace and found out that Fan Qingyi was just an ordinary hunter and suffered a lot of injuries when he saved Qin Zhou. Only then did he come to the conclusion that Fan Qingyi's ability was not very good.
But after seeing it today, he could kill two of his most capable men in an instant. How could he not be impressive
Fan Qingyi quickly put away his folding fan, turned around and said to the two people on the ground: "Thank you for letting me."
"Quick, someone come and carry them down." Prince Xiaoyao finally reacted and hurriedly asked the guards to carry everyone down for inspection.
Fan Qingyi turned his back and said to the guards who had not yet come on stage, "Excuse me, who will go on stage next?"
Everyone in the audience was embarrassed. The scar-faced brothers were already among the best among them, and they were defeated in seconds. If they went on stage, wouldn't they have no chance of getting off the stage alive
And looking at Fan Qingyi's smiling face, it's so scary.
(End of this chapter)