Wang Zhaoling looked very unhappy.
They really couldn't threaten Zhao Changhe, let alone kill him at will.
Although they didn't see the true relationship between Zhao Changhe and Cui Yuanyang, no matter what, Zhao Changhe is Cui Yuanyang's benefactor. The Cui family sent the dragon bird, and the meaning was written on their faces, "My family recognizes his identity." If there was no certification from the Cui family, who would recognize Zhao Changhe's identity? They could kill him behind his back, but now it's not possible.
The dragon bird brought a lot of inconvenience to Zhao Changhe, but the benefits were also great. Everything has two sides.
Now Cui Wenjing's attitude is like a sword hanging over their heads. The Wang family absolutely does not want to offend an ally like the Cui family. So what big deal is there? Just go home and go to bed.
Let alone Cui Wenjing, it is hard to say how many of the Wang family's countless related forces and students and former officials would support the killing of the prince. If this were to get out, the Wang family's power would probably become turbulent and weak overnight.
This is the biggest difference between the noble families and those evil cultists. They need to follow the law in everything they do. Once they deviate from this point, the lessons of history will tell them that the consequences will be serious. If they grasp it well, it will be much easier to succeed than those evil cult rebels. They just need to change the flag...
Wang Zhaoling looked at Cui Yuanyang in annoyance. Cui Yuanyang blinked his eyes and looked like a little rabbit who didn't understand anything. Wang Zhaoling knew that he couldn't expect this guy to express any opinion. Her coming to be a mascot was already a friendly attitude of the Cui family.
Cui Yuanyong didn't come because of "no meeting before marriage"... It was purely because what he represented was different from Cui Yuanyang's meaning, so he deliberately avoided it. A young and ignorant little rabbit came, and no matter what the Cui family did, they could pretend to be stupid.
They are all thousand-year-old foxes.
After being silent for a long time, Wang Zhaoling decided to give up trying to persuade Zhao Changhe.
Anyway, as long as Zhao Changhe sits here and doesn't leave in anger and ruin things, outsiders don't know what's going on and can think of it as his support and participation, so there's no need to create unnecessary trouble.
Thinking of this, Wang Zhaoling smiled again and clapped his hands: "That's it, whether you participate in the sword fight or not, I thank everyone for coming to celebrate my birthday. Everyone should eat and drink enough first, so that you can have the strength to fight... Come on, serve the food and play music!"
"I won't eat the food." Situ Xiao stood up shakily and stretched his waist: "Situ, I have enough wine. Now I just need a sword to drink it."
Wang Zhaoling was stunned: "Brother Situ, what are you doing..."
Situ smiled and said, "Old Wang, don't think too much and forget the basics. Earlier, everyone speculated that you wanted to use the birthday as an excuse to invite all the hidden dragons in the world to test your sword. To be honest, although it's arrogant, it suits my taste. Testing heroes all over the world is the spirit of a warrior. I am happy to accompany you to test this sword, and also to learn from each other and share the gains. Did I come all the way from Huguang to attend this banquet just to eat a bite of your food?"
Wang Zhaoling's expression gradually became serious.
Situ Xiao said lazily, "Your Majesty Zhaoling said that the training was difficult and invited all the heroes in the world to come here, but you missed the good time for some rubbish and dirty things? Looking back, do you have no regrets?"
He slowly drew out the heavy sword on his back and said, "Situ Xiao of the Shenhuang Sect invites all the hidden dragons in the world to fight. I'll serve you some wine! Who wants to fight?"
There was silence in the field, and Wang Zhaoling took a deep breath.
The stage he built became Situ Xiao's martial arts performance venue.
But this is the intention...
Even Wang Zhaoling himself, didn't he have a little bit of heroic spirit surging in his heart
But how could it be possible that the two strongest men would end up fighting before the duel even started? Wouldn't the subsequent duel between the Hidden Dragons become a joke
If one really wants to raise his status and taste, he should sit high in the seat of honor, watch others competing, wait for the winner to challenge him, and then win the battle. That would be a perfect ending.
Wang Zhaoling suppressed his desire to fight and smiled: "Since Brother Situ wants to test his sword skills, he will not use force to overpower others. Who is willing to fight with Brother Situ to verify his skills?"
There was silence for a moment. Who the hell was going to send it off? Situ Xiao never said that he would not use force to overpower others. Even if he really didn't, no one would have the confidence to do so.
Just like when Chi Li was here, the only one who could fight him was Yue Hongling. Now that Situ Xiao was standing here, the only one who could really fight him was Wang Zhaoling himself.
Situ Xiao stood in the middle of the field holding a sword, but no one responded for a long time. The ragged drunk's eyes gradually revealed clear disappointment and disdain.
Yue Hongling is on the list of people, Cui Yuanyong is avoiding suspicion and not coming out, there is no one here, what is the hidden dragon!
Suddenly, laughter came from the sidelines: "A toast to Brother Situ!"
Everyone turned around and saw Zhao Changhe throwing away the wine glass in his hand and running straight towards Situ Xiao in the middle of the field.
Situ Xiao's eyes lit up instantly.
Wang Zhaoling twitched his lips: "Brother Zhao, didn't you say you wouldn't participate?"
Zhao Changhe was very surprised and asked back: "I met Brother Situ at a banquet, and we were eager to learn from each other, but I didn't participate in the competition for rewards, so what does it have to do with the Wang family's sword fight?"
Wang Zhaoling: “…”
Xia Chichi laughed out loud, and her slender hand holding the hilt of the sword gradually loosened.
She also wanted to leave, but was hesitant because of her identity. She didn't expect Zhao Changhe to be so shameless.
The others didn't think too much and their eyes were fixed on the wine glasses.
The wine was full, almost flush with the rim, but when the wine glass flew into the field, not a single drop of the wine spilled, highlighting the perfect control. "Yue Hongling's Sun-shooting Flying Feathers Hidden Weapon Technique and the Tang family's Green Waves and Ripples' Soft Meaning are blended together, which is indescribable." Wang Zhaoling whispered to himself, the fighting spirit in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger, and he almost forgot why he held this banquet.
Situ Xiao's eyes were full of joy, and he suddenly raised the heavy sword.
With a "snapping" sound, the bottom of the wine glass just rubbed against the sword, and slid all the way along the sword. It was blocked at the hilt, but surprisingly, the wine glass did not fall backwards, but fell forward, and the wine splashed out like an arrow.
Situ Xiao opened his mouth and took the wine, and not a drop was left in his mouth. The cup fell steadily on the sword again, just as if someone had just held the cup and poured it for him to drink.
“Good wine!”
Situ Xiao burst into laughter, slapped his waist, the cork of the wine bag jumped out, and a stream of wine gushed out and landed accurately in the cup. When the wine stopped flowing, the cup was just full.
Immediately, he swung his heavy sword and said, "Return the greeting, Brother Zhao!"
Clearly the heavy sword weighing dozens of pounds whizzed past and hit the cup, but there was only a very slight "ding" sound, and the cup flew back leisurely, and the wine in the cup did not spill.
This move was much more difficult than Zhao Changhe's cup throwing just now. In terms of competition alone, he was one step ahead of Zhao Changhe.
Zhao Changhe didn't have any more pretentious ways to play, he just reached out to catch the wine glass, drank it all, and said happily: "Good, good swordsmanship, good kung fu!"
After saying this, the wine glass fell on the table and the dragon bird was unsheathed!
A dragon roared, and a dim blood light crossed the hall several feet wide and headed straight for Situ Xiao who was in the center.
Situ Xiao casually swung his sword back, and the blade's light suddenly changed to blood color in the middle of the attack. Zhao Changhe's figure seemed to move in the air, and he moved sideways half a degree very casually, then changed the slash into a stab and penetrated into Situ Xiao's chest.
Situ Xiao's expression finally became serious. He quickly moved to the side to avoid the stab and was also ecstatic: "Good! Good swordsmanship! Good body skills!"
Good swordsmanship...
Many people watching were puzzled. Isn't this Zhao Changhe's sword? It's an outrageously large sword...
But the thrust just now was indeed a sword move. Where did he get the sword skills from, and how did he integrate them into the knife skills? Is this something a rookie can do
“The Tang family’s Water-Walking Skill…” Wang Zhaoling whispered to himself, “That sword technique is unrecognizable, and it was probably Tang Wanzhuang who helped him integrate it into the sword. His relationship with Tang Wanzhuang…”
Cui Yuanyang pursed his lips and sniffed.
"Swish!" The swords in the field finally collided for the first time, but it was not the fierce collision of heavy swords and broadswords as people imagined, but the rubbing of swords and knives, making a harsh friction sound.
The two men passed each other, and at the moment of passing each other, they slapped each other's chest and ribs with their left hands, and then there was a crackling sound of hands.
Zhao Changhe's finger brushed Situ Xiao's ribs, and it was like brushing against iron sheet, nothing happened, and the finger was a little painful. Situ Xiao pointed at Zhao Changhe's Yutang acupoint, and nothing happened either.
The two passed each other and looked back at each other.
Zhao Changhe rubbed his chest and felt that he had lost. The opponent's horizontal training didn't hurt, but he just moved the acupoints and still felt pain. He was at a disadvantage.
The joy on Situ Xiao's face turned a little strange: "Brother Zhao..."
Zhao Changhe: “Ah?”
"You're a grown man, and you're trying to play the flower-picking and catching hand trick on me! Do you want to reach in and touch me?"
"… I don't know how to punch and palm, and I'm worried about finding one. Can you teach me?"
Situ Xiao showed a look of not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "You are really rude."
After saying this, he held the sword in both hands, slightly bent his body, and stared with tiger eyes: "Our sect's fists and palms are not very strong, but they are as strong as iron. If Brother Zhao can gain something from this battle, I will give Brother Zhao a set of fists and palms, what's the harm?"
Zhao Changhe stood with his sword across his body, his footsteps slightly wrong, and a bloody roar rose up into the sky: "Compared to this, what Zhao wants to see more is how this heavy sword without a blade can be so skillful."
Wang Zhaoling: “…”
Is this the Langya Sword Contest you want
On the surface, yes, it is very true.
But why doesn't it taste right...
Before this era of swords and spears, Wang Zhaoling seemed to have become just a passerby, and no one cared about him anymore.
Recommend a book "My Senior Sister is Not Human!" and the bitter daily life of non-human senior sisters
(End of this chapter)