I became a prince in a martial arts world.

At Jinfeng Pass, the process was repeated at Lingwu Pass.

Meetings, speeches, banquets, and then a constant stream of "Long live the Prince" congratulations.

However, Yang Tianzhao did not discuss military strategy with Wang Yu, but instead asked Wang Yu, "How about we go ride horses on the grasslands?"

This was a suggestion that Feng Jing would never have made, but Yang Tianzhao didn't care at all. "There's no danger. Most of the Black Qiang are hundreds of miles away from Jinfeng Pass. At most, there are some cavalry and small tribes nearby."

If they were to encounter scattered cavalry, ordinary civilians and patrolling riders might be in danger, but facing your royal guards, it's uncertain who would kill whom!

Wang Yu's group of ten guards from the royal palace came with several experts, including Zhao Shan, who was skilled in hidden weapons, and Zhao He, who was skilled in grappling techniques.

Both of them were top-notch experts who once roamed the Northwest. However, after offending the Qishan bandits, they were relentlessly pursued and killed. They were rescued by Zhao Zheng and then surrendered to the Prince's Mansion, changing their names to Shanhe and becoming secret guards of the Prince's Mansion.

With their martial arts skills, they certainly didn't need to worry about those small groups of five or six cavalrymen.

So Wang Yu and his companions went to the grassland to ride horses.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Those who have never been to the grasslands cannot imagine their magnificent scenery. Unlike the ocean, the grasslands are more vibrant, especially in spring, when the grasslands are full of life and everything is bursting with vitality, which is breathtaking.

"So beautiful!"

Qianqian had obviously never been to the grasslands before. She thought the grasslands were just endless green grass and herds of cattle and sheep.

But in reality, the grassland has rolling hills, colorful wildflowers, flowing rivers, herds of antelopes and wild deer along the riverbanks, and eagles circling in the sky.

"It is indeed very beautiful."

Wang Yu nodded. He had never been to the grasslands before; he had only seen them on television, but none of them matched the colors he saw in front of him.

"Whoosh—"

An arrow flew out from the ranks and landed on the grass not far away. A rabbit about ten feet to the left of the landing point seemed a little confused. It looked up and around, but seeing no danger, it turned around and darted into a burrow not far away.

Everyone looked at Zhao Yingjie, who was holding a bow and arrow but seemed somewhat embarrassed.

Zhao Yingjie calmly put away his bow and arrows, his expression indifferent. "It's a bit windy."

Wang Yu raised his hand, feeling the breeze blowing in his palm, but he couldn't really feel how strong the wind was.

Zhao Shan chuckled and swung his right hand, unleashing a sharp whistle that fell two wild rabbits five or six zhang away.

He fired two flying stones, but they only made a whooshing sound.

A cavalryman spurred his horse forward, dismounted, picked up two rabbits, and returned, exclaiming loudly, "Senior, your martial arts are superb! The heads of these two rabbits are smashed!"

Wang Yu was a little disappointed, "I won't be able to eat spicy rabbit heads anymore."

Qianqian, who was not far from Wang Yu, shivered upon hearing this. "The bunny is so cute, and you actually want to eat spicy rabbit head?"

Wang Yu snorted, "That's because you've never eaten spicy rabbit head."

Qianqian blinked. "Is it delicious?"

Wang Yu didn't speak, he just kept swallowing.

This behavior made Qianqian lose confidence, but she couldn't imagine what was so delicious about rabbit heads.

After thinking about it, Qianqian couldn't get over her own conscience, so she finally shook her head, pointed to the wild deer in the distance, and said, "Let's eat venison instead."

Wang Yu shook his head and sighed, "The deer is so cute, you're so cruel."

flourishing:???

The prince and princess were flirting, and everyone pretended not to hear them. So they dispersed around the two of them. Zhao Shan then used the flying stones to kill four or five rabbits, but he deliberately controlled his strength and did not smash their heads.

The group rode their horses for a stroll, heading towards the riverbank, where they could prepare the wild rabbits for a barbecue at noon.

Zhao Yingjie drew his bow again and aimed at an antelope that was drinking water by the river.

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

The sound of continuous arrows approached, and Zhao Yingjie looked up abruptly. He saw a small troop of cavalry turning around from behind the hills beside him. Four or five arrows, their black tips barely visible, were rapidly approaching him.

Zhao Yingjie let out a strange cry and leaped into the air, dodging the incoming arrows. However, his warhorse was hit by two arrows, neighed, and turned to run away.

"Enemy attack!"

"It's the Black Qiang cavalry!"

The cavalry unit consisted of six men, bows drawn and arrows nocked, as they rode forward.

This Black Qiang cavalry unit was the cavalry force sent by the Black Qiang tribe to harass the border. They usually worked in groups of five, spreading out to harass others, but this unit had an extra person.

They spotted Wang Yu and his party from afar, and especially seeing that they were accompanied by two cavalrymen, they guessed that they were important figures from the Central Plains who had come out of the pass to relax. So they immediately laid an ambush according to the group's route and waited by the river.

As expected, the group arrived, and they even dispersed along the way, surrounding Wang Yu and Qianqian in the middle. These two were clearly the core of the group.

Seeing that Zhao Yingjie was about to find them if he went any further, they immediately took action, preparing to kill Zhao Yingjie first, and then rush to the core to capture the man and woman.

"Kill!" The Black Qiang cavalrymen stared with fanaticism at Wang Yu and Qianqian, who were riding side by side.

Wang Yu's group on this trip out of the pass included Qianqian, Zhao Yingjie, Zhao Shan, Zhao He, and two cavalrymen from the border as guides, making a total of seven people, more than the Black Qiang cavalry.

But things weren't calculated that way. Although the Black Qiang cavalry were few in number, in their view, the only combat-capable people on the other side were two cavalrymen; the others were either fat men, women, or old men, and posed no threat.

Moreover, since they are now scattered, if I break through from one side, I'm afraid the people on the other side won't even have time to react before I can rush to the center of the enemy and take down the man and woman who are clearly the owners.

The Black Qiang cavalry charged forward at breakneck speed, about to pass right by Zhao Yingjie.

"choke--"

With a crisp sound, Zhao Yingjie drew his longsword, a flash of light passing by the side of a cavalryman beside him. The cavalryman screamed and fell from his horse.

But the other five riders didn't stop at all, they just rushed towards Wang Yu and Qianqian in the center. Only one of the black-clad knights turned around and glanced at Zhao Yingjie, revealing a sinister smile full of murderous intent.

As the five riders charged toward them, Zhao Shan and Zhao He on the left and the two cavalrymen on the right spurred their horses, but they were clearly no match for the Black Qiang cavalry who had already charged forward.

"Boss!" Zhao He shouted.

"Hit!" Zhao Shan flicked his wrist and launched three flying stones. A sharp whistling sound rang out, and two cavalrymen tumbled to the ground, but the black-clad knight ducked and dodged the flying stones.

"A master!" Zhao Shan's eyes flashed with anger, and he dismounted.

Zhao He also dismounted, and the two of them leaped up, moving faster than the horses, heading straight for the remaining three knights.

"Go!"

A sharp, piercing sound rang out, and two more riders fell from their horses.

But the last black-clad knight was still unharmed and had already approached Wang Yu.

"Boss, help me!" Zhao He shouted and leaped into the air.

Zhao Shan supported Zhao He's feet with one hand, circulated his internal energy, exerted force with his feet, and pushed out with his hand, sending Zhao He flying straight at the black-clad knight.

If the black-clad knight hadn't dodged or evaded, he would indeed have been intercepted by Zhao He before getting close to Wang Yu.

But he's not dead!

The deaths of his five elite cavalrymen made him realize that this important figure from the Central Plains had many skilled warriors around him. Unless he turned back on horseback now, he would likely be trapped if he fell into an encirclement.

But the other party was too careless, actually letting the bodyguards stay away and letting him get close. Wasn't that just courting death?

He could almost see himself holding him hostage, while the others hesitated to act, allowing him to abduct him and his beautiful wife back to the Black Qiang tribe.

The black-clad knight leaped into the air, his hands flipping to reveal a pair of eagle-beak hoes, which he then used to hook at Wang Yu's shoulders.

As he looked at Wang Yu, he also saw Qianqian's face beside Wang Yu, and couldn't help but reveal a sinister smile.

Then he saw Wang Yu draw his long sword from his waist.

"sucker Punch!"

Then he saw points of sword light suddenly appear before him, the sword light connecting into a sheet, like a golden cloud, crashing towards him.

Although there was only a solitary figure amidst the golden haze, in the black-clad knight's eyes, it conjured two points of sword light, pointing towards his own eyes.

"A master!"

The black-clad knight's pupils constricted, and he immediately changed his move. He used his eagle-beak hoe to block and slash, like an eagle swooping down. Unfortunately, he was in mid-air and could not change his position. He struck the longsword three times in mid-air. Although he blocked the longsword, he was powerless to move forward. He used the force to twist his body and landed to the side, while also avoiding Zhao He's claw from behind.

Seeing that Wang Yu was alright, Zhao Shan and Zhao He both breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Yingjie arrived from afar and exclaimed loudly, "What a magnificent move, 'Golden Clouds and Lone Shadow'! Brother Yu, what excellent swordsmanship!"

Wang Yu shook his head, "It's still too slow, and the sword shadows are quite obvious."

With the help of the tortoise shell, he has fully mastered the Seven Styles of the Setting Sun and has even innovated upon them.

The original Golden Cloud Lone Shadow dances with a dazzling display of sword light, obscuring the opponent's vision. The sword tip transforms into one to three solitary figures within the golden light, piercing either the eyes or the chest to defeat the enemy.

The new version of Golden Clouds and Lonely Shadow has a real killing move that is not actually the Lonely Shadow on the sword tip, but is hidden in the Golden Clouds of the sword light. Even if the opponent can intercept the Lonely Shadow, they can only intercept it completely, and in the end they will be pierced by the sword tip hidden in the Golden Clouds.

At this time, Wang Yu's swordsmanship was not yet proficient, and his internal strength was insufficient, so he was not able to unleash the new version of Golden Cloud Lonely Shadow. The black-clad knight saw through his technique and blocked him, and he did not achieve any success.

The next moment, Zhao Yingjie, Zhao Shan, and Zhao He had surrounded the black-clad knight.

Zhao Shan glanced at the eagle-beak pickaxe in the black-clad knight's hand and said in a deep voice, "Who is Shi Mo to you?"

The black-clad knight clashed his two hoes together. "It is indeed my master."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped forward and charged at Wang Yu again.

Zhao Yingjie and his two companions tried to intercept them, but to their surprise, the opponent only made a feint and then turned and galloped toward their warhorse. His movements were graceful, like an eagle or a falcon, and his lightness skill was also quite extraordinary.

Then he noticed that the young man from before had suddenly appeared between him and his warhorse. He raised his longsword, and the sword light flashed again. This time, however, it was not a golden glow that covered the sky, but rather something like clouds and smoke, light and dense.

This is a defensive move!

The black-clad knight immediately realized that the other party was trying to stop him and allow other experts to come and attack.

This was a normal thought for most people, and the black-clad knight had no doubts whatsoever.

Therefore, he certainly wouldn't give Wang Yu that chance. He wielded his eagle-beak hoe left and right, as if two eagles were cooperating with each other, changing rapidly like lightning, trying to use speed to force Wang Yu to retreat.

As long as he could force Wang Yu back a step, he could mount his horse and ride away. He didn't believe that these people from the Central Plains could catch up with his fast horse, Wuzhui, or match his superb horsemanship.

But as soon as his eagle-beak hoe entered the flash of sword light, he discovered that the rhythm of the opponent's swordsmanship had changed. It seemed slow but was actually fast. His right hoe was still a foot away from the opponent, but the tip of the opponent's sword was almost three inches away from his heart.

The opponent's swordplay rhythm changed, and he bypassed my left hoe!

The black-clad knight realized he had fallen into a trap again, and with a strange cry, he turned and retreated. However, Wang Yu took advantage of the situation and pulled his longsword down, slashing him in the ribs.

Blood splattered!

The black-clad knight rolled on the ground, enduring the pain. When he tried to get up again, he found that the sword light had filled his vision. The last thing he saw was the young man's calm yet slightly excited eyes.