"Similar to the plot, the old emperor was already very ill and was about to die, so he had the idea of ​​establishing a prince.

And the fifth prince, Marquis Xuanping, must have heard the news, so he wanted to cheer me on."

Mu Cang said coldly: "Or...you want to persuade me to withdraw from the competition."

"How ridiculous."

…

In the antique but slightly outdated palace garden corridor, a group of four people were walking slowly.

The middle-aged man with a beard who was leading the way tilted his head and said softly:

"Remember, when you see the Ninth Prince soon, everyone must be polite.

Although, he is just a waste."

Ma Tingxuan, whose face turned golden and bronze, said with a smile:

"Brother Ji, I'm from the province. Speaking of this Ninth Prince, he's quite a weird one.

Apart from his good looks, he has no talents at all.

He has a cowardly and autistic personality, and his only hobby is martial arts training.

But after practicing for so many years, I haven't even started to enter the first level of martial arts [Strength throughout the body].

Oh, it’s really unworthy of training.”

"Hehe~"

A sturdy young man with a ferocious aura next to him chuckled:

"So, why did the Marquis ask us to find this guy? Ha, you are a loser who lost his identity as a prince in vain!"

There was a hint of sarcasm in the young man's tone, and a trace of undetectable jealousy.

Obviously, he has a lot of prejudice against Mu Cang.

The bearded Han Ji Bailing in front glanced at the young man and said in a deep voice:

"Achao, you are still too young and only have martial arts in your eyes.

Little did they know that no matter how incompetent the Ninth Prince was, he was still a member of the royal family.

Moreover, his mother was from the An family, which was a large tycoon.

If the Ninth Prince can be used to persuade the An family to join His Highness’s camp and contribute money and effort, then..."

The fierce young man Feng Yongchao suddenly realized:

"Oh, I see. If there are more help from the An family, the vacant crown prince position can be fought for by the Marquis..."

"Shut up!"

The thin and handsome middle-aged man walking at the back narrowed his eyes and shouted coldly:

"This is not something I should consider!"

After hearing this, Feng Yongchao immediately fell silent.

At this time, Ji Bailing stroked his beard, looked at the lean middle-aged man, and asked:

"Brother Zhang, you should have gotten the invitation to this martial arts conference.

After all, you are one of the few warriors in the Marquis' Mansion who has practiced [marrow cleansing and blood exchange]."

Zhang Qiyuan nodded and said calmly:

"Well, I've got it. The martial arts conference will open tomorrow. After visiting His Highness the Ninth Prince, I will take the flight this afternoon. I expect to arrive at midnight."

The brass-faced Ma Tingxuan sighed:

"Oh, the most powerful people in the martial arts world, a nobody like me has no chance to meet them."


Chapter completed!