palm order

Chapter 43

"How talented was His Highness Prince Jing back then?" Yun Wei couldn't help asking.

The fight outside the teahouse was fierce, comparable to an extremely exciting Kung Fu movie. It turns out that exposing internal energy to the outside can really turn a horse into a fighting spirit, bah, it's turning into a dragon, a tornado.

Curly jumped onto the window sill and stretched his dog's neck to look out.

Yunwei knew that what Curly Mao saw was not San Shao or the assassin, but Mu Yang whose eye was pierced by the wind.

The poodle's eyes were full of despair and helplessness, [-] times more painful than Mu Yang.

Yunwei has seen Curly Hair in pain and despair, that time was when Yun Ai was fascinated by Brother Liu...

Could she infer that all the unlucky people who were sacrificed would affect the curly hair?

If the brain hole is bigger, the curly hair may be enlightened because of them.

That would be so much fun!

"Ayang is a one-in-a-million genius. He just opened up the meridian and entered the third rank in one day. A genius like him is called the Son of God."

Cheng Feng felt sorry for Mu Yang, he clenched his fists tightly, blood oozing from the wound made by the window:
"If it wasn't...not for Young Master Yang, the third young master and the assassin would not be enough for Ah Yang to fight with one hand."

"Having lost his foundation in martial arts, Ah Yang practiced boxing against wooden stakes all day long, until he tortured himself to the point that he had no strength left...

Without foundation, no matter how proficient his boxing skills are, no matter how sharp his sword skills are, he will not be able to compete with people in martial arts.

The first rank that Ah Yang disdained to look at before can easily defeat him.He was ridiculed by opponents who were not as good as him before, and was knocked down time and time again by opponents who could easily defeat him...

From then on, Ah Yang seldom spoke, much less laughed. "

Cheng Feng looked at Yunwei with burning eyes, he was indeed a little interested in Yunwei, and it was rare to see a girl as interesting as Yunwei.

But it was Yunwei who made Ayang more popular.

Occasionally make A Yang laugh.

From a genius to a waste material, this is a refreshing routine of rising from adversity, but it is a pity that Mu Yang is not the author's own son.

Oh, what a pity.

Yun Wei does not sympathize with Mu Yang's situation at this time, but sympathizes with Yun Mo, who is no matter how powerful Mu Yang is, he is still no match for the protagonist's halo.

In the end, when Mu Yang was defeated by Yun Mo, his heart must have been distorted and dark. Even at this time, Mu Yang's heart may not have much sunshine.

Yun Wei has always felt that there is a wild beast locked in the seemingly cold Mu Yang.

Anyone who turns geniuses into bad guys is going to be scary.

The third young master swung a punch, but the opponent dodged it, and most of the force of the punch fell on Mu Yang.

Mu Yang spat out a mouthful of blood.

San Shao glanced at the blood on the ground, and said loudly: "I need to say it again, get out of the way, don't get in the way, I don't want to accidentally hurt you, go and wait."

Cheng Feng couldn't bear it anymore, so he jumped down, his wrist sank, and he looked down, a beautiful hand tightly clutched his cuff, and then looked up at the owner of the hand.

"You have to trust Prince Jing. He doesn't just have a handsome face. As a friend and confidant, it is natural for him to show up at the most critical moment. But at this time, his life is not about his life, but his face and dignity.

I guess Prince Jing wouldn't want you to see his... mediocre side no matter what. "

Yun Wei didn't use the word embarrassment, "Even if you are a confidant who talks about everything, you should take the other person's face into consideration and give him space to be alone."

"Especially if Prince Jing can't become the god son of martial arts, he is still a genius.

He can be mediocre, but he is never content to be mediocre. "

Cheng Feng's lips moved, she knew Ayang better than herself.

But his mission is to protect Prince Jing!
Mu Yang is him, the one who swears allegiance to his friends.

Curly whimpered twice, somewhat understanding why Yunwei exchanged lives with her.

Only those who do not know the plot and act according to their instincts and preferences can solve the deadlock and make the current world more complete and more exciting.

The third young master was not as good as that assassin. Although he punched fiercely, he was suppressed by the man.

The assassin fought against the third young master with ease, neither running away in a hurry nor desperately killing the third young master.

He put most of his energy on Prince Jing who never took a step back even though he was scratched by the inner strength of the master.

"Worthy of being the Son of Heaven's Blessed God..."

When San Shao heard this, his chest felt uncomfortable. He was about the same age as Mu Yang, so it can be said that they grew up together.

The once outstanding Mu Yang overwhelmed people of the same age.

At the beginning, the emperor was just an inconspicuous general under Yang Gong, who was relied on by Yang Gong because of Mu Yang's genius.

Later, also because he felt ashamed of Mu Yang, Duke Yang broke the rules and promoted the emperor several times, giving him the opportunity to lead the army.

There are more and more soldiers in the hands of the emperor, and more and more generals rely on him.

In the end, Duke Yang and Young Master Yang died in battle, and the emperor was able to stand out among the generals from all directions. The third young master seemed to have heard that Mu Yang had given his strength.

Having lost his foundation in martial arts, Mu Yang concentrates on studying and training.

He didn't easily lead troops into battle, but the eldest prince who was the most popular and accomplished in battle rarely admired anyone.

Mu Yang was the only one who could convince him.

Back then, in the battle at Yanmen Pass, Mu Yang defeated the many with the few and blocked the barbarians from going south. He should have been famous all over the world together with the First Prince.

It's a pity that Mu Yang was covered up by the eldest prince's dazzling military exploits, and the emperor and others rarely mentioned the promotion of Mu Yang's achievements.

The common people only thought that he had won a small battle by luck, and they were more willing to talk about Prince Jing's handsome face.

Fighting against a master, the third young master was confused by his thoughts. He was quickly defeated and was sent flying by the assassin.

Mu Yang strode forward, caught the third young master, put his palm on his back, and looked at the assassin expressionlessly.

The third young master's heart warmed up, and he spurted three mouthfuls of blood: "You... revenge on me?"

Just now Mu Yang vomited blood, he could only vomit more blood than Mu Yang.

Mu Yang let go, took out a silver whistle, put it to his lips and blew.

The eighteen iron guards seemed to appear out of thin air, drew out their swords, and pointed the sword point at the assassin.

"Okay, let me teach Jingwang Tiewei." The assassin was much more serious than Tong Sanshao when he confronted the enemy.

"I promise the emperor to take you back, and I won't break my promise."

Mu Yang blew the silver whistle again, long and short, short and long, and long and short.

The eighteen iron guards understood, and followed the instructions of the whistle, and moved to encircle the assassin.

The third young master understood a little, but he was even more confused, "What kind of formation is this? How can their inner strength be integrated?"

Mu Yang didn't even look at him, and continued to blow his whistle. Eighteen Iron Guards took out the net from his waist and threw it at the assassin.

The assassin can dodge one, but can't dodge all of them. It seems that the sky and the sky are covered with nets in front of him.

"It's careless."

The assassin couldn't dodge, couldn't retreat, and was quickly caught in the net.

(End of this chapter)