The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

The Northern Yan Kingdom attaches equal importance to both civil and military. Wen can be an Anbang, Wu can determine a country, and both civil and martial arts are broad roads where you can gain prosperity and wealth, fame and fortune.

Among these 35 people, half of them were good in martial arts, and the initial competition became more and more tense and more exciting.

Swords have no eyes, and injuries will inevitably occur in the competition. Therefore, He Guang preached the rules before the start of the competition: stop when you click, and no internal force can be used.

If someone is injured, they will not be held accountable as long as they do not injure their internal organs.

The sound of long swords struck sharply, and the cold light was like snow, adding a bit of coldness to the sultry haze day.

Three people fight together, if you want to win, you have to beat the two.

Therefore, in many groups, the two weaker players will fight together, and the strong ones will be eliminated first. However, no matter how good the abacus is, it depends on the strength.

At this time, the insider's announcement came from the front: "Princess Zhaohua is here!"

Murongci was unhappy, dare to come later?

The father requested that Zhaohua be present on the scene in both martial arts trials, which can inspire the fighting spirit of those young talents.

On the court, just after a group of trials, everyone bowed to greet Princess Zhaohua, except for Murong Yu and Murong Ci.

As soon as he landed on his shoulders, the highly anticipated woman in palace dress walked down.

The slender jade hand was gently placed on the wrist of the close court lady Yuan Xiu, slender as jade, carved like the hand of a god, attracting countless lights.

Wearing a light yellow summer shirt embroidered with silver thread embroidered rose, the bottom is a silk skirt of the same color tangled rose, covered with a layer of thin white gauze, agile and elegant, fresh and carved, softly shaved shoulders, waist as thin as a bunch, The five points are pretty and exquisite, and the five points are soft and watery, different from the usual noble and gorgeous, a little more elegant and beautiful.

The pale yellow is delicate and beautiful, the figure is slim and graceful, and the rouge is so beautiful that it is breathtakingly beautiful, and I dare not look directly at it.

The young talents looked straight, and some almost flowed out of their mouths, but witnessing the golden branches and leaves, the delicate and luxurious Princess Zhaohua up close, undoubtedly gave them a booster, and made them full of morale and confidence. .

Those ladies lowered their heads and eyebrows one after another, ashamed that their beauty, posture, and temperament were not as good as hers, and all of them were about to vomit blood.

The ladies who coveted the imperial king finally turned their gazes so as not to be compared with Princess Zhaohua.

There was a carved chair beside Murongci, which was reserved for Princess Zhaohua.

At this time, Murong Chang was leading the servant, and his eyes fell on Murong Yu's careless handsome appearance.

If it weren't for him to sit here, she wouldn't be happy to watch this boring competition.

"The prince brother, the minister's sister doesn't have a good vision here. The minister's sister wants to sit there, can you?"

She asked her elder brother's meaning gently, but in fact she couldn't wait to directly order the maid to move the carved chair over, and be next to Murong Yu, so she could have close contact with him, talk with him intimately, and watch him from time to time.

Would Murongci not understand the thoughts of this imperial sister?

She was about to speak, but she heard a low and indifferent voice: "This king doesn't like the fragrance of rouge gouache, so I feel dizzy."

Bullshit!

Why hadn't she heard of or seen him dislike the fragrance of rouge gouache before?

After hearing this, Murong Chang bit her pink lower lip embarrassedly, her elegant and delicate face flushed red, then green and white, and finally turned into pig liver color.

Murongci looked at her with affection and affection, but he was helpless and his heart was like iron.

"Brother prince, it's okay, just sit here."

Murong Chang turned his eyes and chuckled, and when he sat down, he glanced sadly at his sweetheart and settled.

The young talents stared at her longingly and obsessively, thinking of the superb imperial king in her heart.

Murongci thought this way, and the test continued.

More than one of the younger generations of the four great families, the Gong family, the Yang family, the Tang family, and the Rong family, signed up to participate, and most of them won and entered the final competition tomorrow.

Under the jade level, the sword was clank, life and death struggled, and the wind screamed, and in front of her, there was a gentle watery, soft and sticky gaze passing from the tip of her nose, almost cutting off her nose.

She sighed softly, sister, self-respect.

How can Zhaohua be in the mood to watch the competition? Appreciation of beautiful men is also true.

Proceed to the last group, Wang Zheng, Gong Junhao and Tang Cangtian.

In terms of military strength and combat effectiveness, Wang Zheng is naturally the strongest, but Gong Junhao and Tang Cangtian are also good at martial arts.

To the world’s surprise, Tang Cangtian was the concubine of the Tang family of Qingguo Duke. He was unknown and reticent. He often put on an ice face and was mediocre. Hold any hope. However, he did not expect that his martial arts is extraordinary, his tricks are fierce, and Gong Junhao teamed up to defeat Wang Zheng steadily.

The twelve groups of competitions are the most exciting in this group.

The audience on both sides burst into cheers and whistles from time to time, and even the ladies who turned their heads to look at the king from time to time were distracted and watched the unblinking match without blinking.

Gong Junhao and Tang Cangtian glanced at each other, and suddenly rushed away, piercing the enemy with a long sword in their hands.

This blow exploded all their strength.

One move is the sun and the moon, the other is the river rushing, and all of them are used together to wind up the howling wind.

In the whistling of the wind, everyone's hearts were hanging high, as if they could feel the ferocious and ferocious force like a twelfth hurricane rushing towards Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng only felt the gale blowing his face, his eyes burst out, and he killed him.

Facing the opponent's fierceness and cruelty, he resorted to a trick to change the sky, shooting out, and rushing straight towards the opponent.

Don't dodge or avoid, but instead go up to fight, this kind of spirit is not something ordinary people can have.

"what--"

Some ladies exclaimed because they were too nervous and worried.

Seeing their opponents rushing to the thunder, Gong Junhao and Tang Cangtian thought he would avoid the edge, so they were ready to defeat him with the next move, but they didn't expect him to be so brave and disrupt their plan.

Suddenly, when they saw Wang Zheng who was about to rush in front of him, they disappeared in an instant, and they were shocked, and their limbs were cold.

They are all masters and can feel the coming of the crisis.

Suddenly Wang Zheng dodges from the left to the right, and then appears again. This is a change of day.

When Gong Junhao and Tang Cangtian reacted, Wang Zheng had already used a trick to go out to sea in the silver light and shadow, and the sword energy was fierce and fierce, rushing toward each other like a tide.

They stepped back quickly enough to avoid the blow, embarrassed.

The two of them gritted their teeth, looked at each other with intent, and attacked together.

Everyone was amazed, exclaimed, and applauded. This is the real test.

The three of them fought fiercely for a while, and Wang Zheng seemed unwilling to love the fight. He used a number of fierce and fierce tricks one after another, and the two opponents were forced to hold their heads together.

The outcome was undecided, and there were waves of cheers. Some ladies who admired heroes and heroes were thinking of Wang Zheng. Moreover, Wang Zheng was outstanding and handsome, and he was born in the Wang family of military commanders, so tender affection was poured into him one after another.

Wang Zheng's martial arts are tough, steady and steady. Murong Ci looked at it with gusto. If he fights against Wang Zheng, he can't really get a lot of money.

The man next to him was bored, he seemed to think that this competition was just an ignorant child's fist and embroidered legs, and it was not worth a look at all.

She glanced at him. She really didn't know why the father sent him to sit there. The father was so worried about her?

The imperial sister on the other side regarded everyone as transparent, and only her royal king was in her eyes.

Murong Ci pulled her drooping expanse, whispered quietly: "Pay attention to proportions."

Murong Chang was slightly embarrassed, blushing, and turned away from the brown candy.

At this time, the competition on the court was fierce, and it looked dangerous and dangerous. The long sword is cold and sharp, and a flood of silver light like autumn water leaps and dances under the hazy sky, shining the three people's calm or solemn or sharp eyebrows.

Hostility, permeated all around, spread on their faces.

Suddenly, Gong Junhao didn't know what was going on, and the middle door opened wide, which was very dangerous, but it was extremely advantageous to his opponent. Wang Zheng seemed to be suspicious, but he still shot away with a long sword in his hand.

The silver light splashed, and the ice cold was like snow, making one's heart bitter.

Gong Junhao flew around and cleverly avoided, and at this moment Tang Cangtian ran straight from the side, piercing Wang Zheng's flesh and blood with the sharp sharp sword tip.

At this moment, everyone held their breath and stared without blinking, for fear of missing the most exciting and dangerous moment.

Because the three of them are masters of the martial arts family, they often live and die at the same time, and the variables are on the front line. Moreover, Tang Cangtian's speed is very fast and it is impossible to guard against, and Wang Zheng has fallen into danger.

If Wang Zheng could not avoid it in time, or repel Tang Cangtian, then he would be defeated and eliminated.

Murongci had long known that Gong Junhao's opening of the middle door was deliberate and a strategy to lure the enemy. Although Wang Zheng had doubts, he still did not give up this excellent opportunity. He wanted to avoid Tang Cangtian's fatal blow, it was very difficult.

However, a master is a master, and it is a miracle.

Wang Zheng raised his sword once, and retreated in a straight line, with silver flames splashing everywhere.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief, and their gripping hearts finally returned to their original positions, worrying about Wang Zheng's destiny.

Tang Cangtian didn't pursue it, because Gong Junhao was approaching quietly.

Cold as snow!

Hiss!

Leng Rui's sword pierced Wang Zheng's arm, his robe was torn, and a line of blood was shocking.

Then, Wang Zheng was defeated.

However, just when everyone thought he was missed tomorrow's final competition, he actually lied to them in a strange posture like lightning, waving his long sword, and the sword aura was like a rainbow. In an instant, Gong Junhao and Tang Cangtian, who had been victorious, flew out and fell to the ground fiercely.

They still don't understand that Wang Zheng's reaction speed is so fast that he turned defeat into victory in the blink of an eye.

"Good! Good!"

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the viewing areas on both sides.

The drum beat and the competition was over. He Guang declared that Wang Zheng had won and entered the final competition tomorrow.

Suddenly, Wang Zheng, who was bathed in gazes of praise, admiration, and admiration, and Wang Zheng, who held his fist to the crowd with a simple and shy smile, suddenly spouted a big mouthful of blood, his body stiffened.

The blood beads are like fascinating blood-colored flying flowers, splashing all over the sky, marking out a beautiful fox degree.

Later, he fell to the ground crashingly.