Regarding the sighs around him, the second prince didn't notice it, but calmly looked at the candidate in front of him who was tightly wrapped in a black robe.

He said lightly: "Actually, I have been looking forward to fighting with you, and I am very curious why my father will use you so much." ”

The black-robed test takers were extremely silent and did not say a word.

The second prince smiled faintly, and the silver threads of his fingertips came out of his sleeves in circles, wrapping his entire palm like a tight silver glove.

"This time, I'm still going to use just one punch. ”

............

Ling Tiansu looked sideways at the end of the second prince's competition and felt warm for the two brothers inexplicably.

Such a brotherhood can appear in the cold royal family, which is really rare and precious.

He finally understood why the Son of Heaven tolerated the mediocre and tyrannical great prince everywhere, and was unsure of the position of the East Palace for many years.

The relationship is behind the eldest prince, and there are such two good sons.

"Looks like you're concerned about the competition over there?"

Mencius hated the feeling of being ignored so directly, so he interrupted Ling Tiansu's side gaze very uninterestingly.

Ling Tiansu turned his head to look at him, feeling that this was indeed a very impolite thing.

Just as he was about to say sorry, who knew that Meng Ziyu's faintly proud voice sounded one step ahead of him.

"It doesn't hurt if you really care, because I'll beat you quickly.

Don't worry, I'm not He Jue, I won't hurt you, after you lose, you can go to the test table to find a good angle to continue the test. ”

He said gentle words that would not hurt you, but his tone was extremely cold, and more importantly, there was a hint of charity in his words.

Ling Tiansu smiled: "What a big grievance." ”

It seems that after staying with Gu Jinyan for a long time, they have been assimilated, and wherever they go now, they will be inexplicably hostile.

Mencius frowned without a trace when he saw his heartless appearance, if nothing else, this guy didn't take that incident seriously at all.

"A few months ago, you won a 'Shadow Sword' from the Great Prince, and I heard that you gave it to a yellow maid?"

Ling Tiansu was slightly stunned......

The reason why he has such a big grudge is because he gave the Chengying Sword to Luo Qingyi.

He had indeed heard from Gu Jinyan that the original owner of this Shadow Inheritance Sword was Meng Ziyu, but it was only the original owner.

Ling Tiansu smiled: "Yes, but I didn't steal or rob it, I won it back by my own ability, and it doesn't matter to you which girl I give it to, right?"

Meng Ziyu's face sank, and a faint hint of anger could be seen: "That is the sword of the monarch, how can it be handed over to a little woman, what is the difference between this and the pearl covered with dust!"

Pearls in the dust?

Ling Tiansu was amused in his heart, how far Mencius Yu could use the Chengying Sword was that he had seen it with his own eyes, so he did not comment.

However, on the night he met Su Xie, the moment Luo Qingyi drew his sword, he could see it clearly.

Her sword allowed Su Xie not to have the slightest ability to dodge, and directly seriously injured him.

And although this Meng Ziyu has good strength, Ling Tiansu thinks that he can't do it to the point of seriously injuring Su Xie with one move.

"Are the students of Xiaozhu Academy so interesting?"

Ling Tiansu smiled: "Since you gave the Chengying Sword to the Great Prince, it no longer belongs to you, and what I won from the Great Prince by fair and honest means is mine."

Jin is a law-abiding country, and what belongs to you has the absolute right to use it, not to mention that I give the Chengying Sword to a woman, even if it is given to a beggar, it is also my freedom. ”

Ling Tiansu's expression was solemn, and he said in a very unceremonious tone: "What kind of thing are you! You dare to point fingers at me, why, you want to question me during the big test? It's a pity...... You don't have that qualification. ”

Mencius trembled with anger.

What kind of thing are you!

It was a piercing phrase he hadn't heard in years.

That year, he had not yet worshiped the Nanling Mountain Gate, and had not yet become a student of Xiaozhu Academy.

He was born in a poor family and was unknown, no better than his junior brother Pan Bai from a family.

Just like the ordinary people who study hard in the cold window, he is a small pebble that can't be shocked by the slightest wave.

The name of Mencius has not yet resounded in Yong'an City.

If the children of the poor family want to rise, they must first suffer the white eyes and spittle of the children of those famous families.

What kind of thing are you!

Distant and familiar words......

It ignited the anger in Mencius's depths.

He looked at Ling Tiansu with heavy eyes: "Since that's the case, then let me see your strength......"

Ling Tiansu grinned: "Isn't it good to be like this at the beginning, it makes sense to say so much nonsense?"

After speaking, Ling Tiansu raised his fist high.

Meng Ziyu sneered, untied the 'Jingguan Sword' on his waist, plunged the sheath into the earth, raised his fist and sneered: "You are not worthy of letting me use the sword." ”

Hu Hainiu frowned without a trace, and said in a low voice: "This Mencius is a little rampant......"

Yuan Fu laughed: "Rampant? How can the kid opposite him be rampant, what are you? He also dared to say this to Mencius.

Meng Ziyu was eighteen years old, a unique genius in the Great Jin Dynasty, and the only one who could rival the northern land.

But don't forget, Lu Li is the descendant of the White Jade Cave Mansion, and he has excellent resources and conditions since he was a child, and Meng Ziyu was ...... before the age of eighteen It's nothing. ”

Hu Hainiu said: "It is precisely because of this that he was once amazing, and now all this is not easy to come by, except for his cultivation, there is no foundation behind him."

It can be said that under his feet, there is a deficit, but behind Ye Ling, there is the entire Ye family.

Meng Ziyu came from the famous Xiaozhu Academy, but he even had to ask so clearly about the things he gave away, and even with a questioning tone, don't you think it's very ridiculous?"

Yuan Fu smiled and said: "After all, it is the Chengying Sword, even if the eldest prince gets this sword, isn't it a treasure to treasure."

And this kid of the Ye family is good, and he handed it over to a girl, with the arrogance of Mencius Yu, how can he not have an idea?"

There is no word of instruction.

Because whether it is Ling Tiansu or Meng Ziyu, they both see each other extremely uninstantaneous, and they both want to solve each other as soon as possible.

Mencius thought that he abandoned his sword and fought him empty-handed, which was already the greatest mercy for him.

So I don't have much idea about being the first to strike.

He swept in front of Ling Tiansu, and the fist posture of the hand that looked like a scholar holding a pen did not look so standardized, and even seemed a little abrupt.

But it was just such a fist, and at the moment it was raised, all the air in this light curtain seemed to be evacuated by that fist, forming a terrifying hurricane from his fist.

The green bricks on the ground cracked, then rose directly from the ground, shattered, and frantically converged into a catastrophe within the hurricane in his fist.

The fist is slightly weak, but its momentum is extremely terrifying.

Punch out!

Meng Ziyu did not hesitate to output the Yuan Force in his body.

Every piece of gravel in the hurricane can be used as an attack that can easily slice through the armor of a high-grade mystical weapon.

This punch is not fast, but it is unavoidable.

So when he swept up, punched and hit, although it took a full three breaths, he still hit Ling Tiansu's chest fiercely.

The hurricane and the sharp gravel directly shattered the clothes on Ling Tiansu's chest, revealing the pitch-black inner armor under the clothes.

Ling Tiansu's face instantly flushed, he frowned slightly, and resisted the blow with his body.

At the same time, Ling Tiansu's fist also fell at the same time, not like Mencius Yu's gorgeous Yuan Force fluctuations, just like ordinary people and ordinary people, a very ordinary punch.

Meng Ziyu's body shook slightly, and after half a breath, his fist left his chest, and the whole person kicked back one and a half steps, twisting his eyebrows, and his expression was slightly solemn.

Ling Tiansu exhaled a breath of turbidity, his face flushed for a long time, and under this punch, he had already sensed the specific cultivation of Meng Ziyu.

Compared to Na He Jue, they are indeed not of the same grade.

If you want to defeat him, the strength of the flesh alone is not enough.

Meng Ziyu was also shocked by the power of Ling Tiansu's punch.

He couldn't imagine that this waste son's punch could have such power to force him back.

He patted the fold on his shoulder with a gloomy face, and whispered, "You really surprised me......"