The princes and young masters also felt it was unfair.
This was too bullying, the Emperor didn't want to agree and was deliberately making things difficult.
If he didn't want to agree, then he didn't want to agree, why make excuses like this?
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So there was a lot of discussion, and they were sticking up for Chu Zhiyuan.
Chu Zhiyuan coughed twice.
Everyone turned to look.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Then I'll give it a try."
Gao Jiong looked at Chu Qingfeng.
Chu Qingfeng said, "Xiao Gao, then let him learn something."
"Yes." Gao Jiong solemnly agreed, clasped his fist and said to Chu Zhiting, "Young Master, please—!"
"Take my punch!" Chu Zhiting threw a punch.
His fist instantly swelled up a circle, and purple energy flowed under his skin. He was using the Great Sky Thunder Hammer, a boxing technique that Chu Zhiyao was also good at.
The Great Sky Thunder Hammer was fast, fierce, and ruthless, with amazing power.
This punch condensed all the strength in his body. He knew that he only had one chance. If it didn't work, he would lose.
It all depended on whether this punch could break through the Gang Qi.
Gao Jiong solemnly punched to meet it.
"Bang!" Chu Zhiting flew out more than ten meters and crashed into the crowd.
The princes and young masters stepped forward to catch him, but he brought four of them flying.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang…"
"Ouch!"
"Ouch, ouch!"
… …
Amidst the miserable cries, the five people rolled into a ball and couldn't get up from the ground.
An invisible force was still pressing on them, like a mountain pressing down.
They grimaced, their faces twisted.
When they sparred with those grandmasters in the mansion, they had never suffered so much. They knew grandmasters were powerful, but they didn't know they were so powerful.
Gao Jiong clasped his fist apologetically.
Chu Zhiting lay on the ground, staring at the sky with wide eyes. The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.
When the grandmasters in the mansion sparred with him, they were indeed fooling him, and they were fooling him too hard!
Grandmasters are indeed grandmasters!
Chu Zhiyuan came to the side of Chu Zhiting and the other four, squatted down and gently patted them a few times to dissolve the Gang Qi in their bodies.
The aura of the Sword Washing Skill could indeed dissolve Gang Qi.
He helped Chu Zhiting and the other four up, and patted them on the shoulders with a smile.
The grandmaster's Gang Qi was indeed extraordinary, condensed and not scattered, conducting through objects, and even using mountains to strike cattle, directly acting on the five people.
The Sword Washing Skill could not do this now.
In the final analysis, it was not deep enough. After the misty purple energy was refined by the Vein Washing Skill, it was like it was highly concentrated, and only one tenth of the original strength remained.
After Chu Zhiting stood up, he rubbed his chest and said with a wry smile, "There is so much difference, Fourth Brother, you have to be careful."
"It's okay." Chu Zhiyuan smiled.
The other four were also still afraid, and felt that grandmasters were indeed terrifying.
In front of a grandmaster, they were as vulnerable as chicks, too weak.
Although Chu Zhiyuan was strong, he was probably not a match for a grandmaster.
… …
"I'll do it!" Chu Zhichuan said in a deep voice, came to Gao Jiong, and clasped his fist, "Mr. Gao, I would also like to ask for guidance."
"Young Master, please—!" Gao Jiong solemnly clasped his fist.
In his heart, he did not think much of it, and felt that the princes and young masters in front of him were vulnerable, but he had to pretend to be serious, and did not want to be considered contemptuous.
Who knew what the temperament of these princes and young masters was like, and to what extent they were arrogant. Anyway, people of this age must be extremely sensitive, and they would explode at the slightest touch.
Chu Zhichuan turned to the weapon rack, took an ironwood sword, picked the tip of the sword forward, pressed the hilt down, and put on a starting stance: "I use a sword, is that okay?"
"Young Master, please feel free." Gao Jiong said.
Chu Zhichuan pointed the tip of his sword at the center of his eyebrows, and slowly circled around, his expression solemn and focused.
With each step he took, the power on the sword became stronger and stronger. With each step, the power on the sword increased by one point.
Chu Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows.
Nine Revolutions Soaring Sword Technique.
Chu Zhichuan was indeed worthy of being a swordsmanship genius to be able to practice this swordsmanship.
Nine Revolutions Soaring Sword Technique, with each revolution, the power increases by one time, and the speed also increases by one point. After nine revolutions, it can soar straight up ninety thousand miles and break through the clouds one hundred thousand times.
Its momentum is fierce
Its speed is absolute.
Gao Jiong looked serious, guarded his door tightly, and turned with his rotation. He quickly turned to the ninth circle.
Chu Zhiyuan felt that Chu Zhichuan had reached his limit, and if he turned again, he would not be able to hold it down and would lose control.
"Chih!" The tip of the sword pierced through the air resistance and instantly arrived at Gao Jiong's chest.
"Bang!" Gao Jiong's palm knife was as fast as lightning, accurately slashing the tip of the sword, and slashing the ironwood sword away.
The ironwood sword shot out more than ten meters away, and "chih" shot into the stone table next to the west side hall, inserting one foot deep into the stone table.
The hilt of the sword trembled incessantly.
Even if Chu Zhichuan let go of the ironwood sword, he was still knocked out more than ten meters by the violent force, taking six princes and young masters out together, and rolling into a ball after landing.
The seven people ended up stacked in a pile, with Chu Zhichuan lying on top, his face as pale as paper.
His internal organs were vibrating, his blood was boiling, and he was in great pain.
Chu Zhiyuan slid forward and patted each of them on the shoulder to dissipate the oscillating Gang Qi.
This time he felt strenuous.
Gao Jiong had figured out the cultivation of Chu Zhiting and the others, and dared to strike hard.
Why did these princes and young masters all think that grandmaster experts were nothing more than that? Wasn't it because the grandmasters they had fought with did not dare to really strike hard, and were all coaxing children to play?
The seven people were helped up by Chu Zhiyuan and managed to stand firm.
Chu Zhichuan had a pale face, bit his teeth, but had nothing to say, only tightly grasped Chu Zhiyuan's hand.
Chu Zhiyuan nodded deeply, understanding his intention.
Both of them were in the vanguard, probing the reality and helping him create a chance to win.
All hope was placed on him, and they wanted him to win, so that their hard work would not be in vain.
Chu Zhiyuan stepped forward, clasped his fist and smiled, "Mr. Gao, please advise."
"Young Master, please!" Gao Jiong said solemnly.
Finally, it was the main character's turn.
He was ordered to temper him, to let him endure the blows and difficulties of a grandmaster, to squeeze out his true skills and his limits, so that he could truly improve.
Then he could not be polite, he could not talk about harmony, he had to strike hard.
Chu Zhiyuan drew his sword out of its sheath and pointed it at Gao Jiong: "Mr. Gao, I don't mind using a real sword, do I?"
As soon as he held the Qingying Sword, he immediately felt a sense of blood connection, as easy as his arm, light and agile, eager to try.
With the Qingying Sword in hand, his swordsmanship increased by two points, and without the Qingying Sword, his chances of winning were reduced by three points.
"Young Master, please feel free, Gao will not show mercy, be careful!"
"Please!"
After Chu Zhiyuan slowly uttered this word, his figure flashed and disappeared, and the next moment he appeared on Gao Jiong's left.
Gao Jiong suddenly moved horizontally, abruptly and surprisingly fast.
Everyone only felt his shoulder shake, and he moved three feet horizontally.
Chu Zhiyuan appeared on his right side the next moment.
Gao Jiong stepped forward, again maintaining a distance from Chu Zhiyuan.
But the next moment, Chu Zhiyuan was already behind him, and the tip of the sword had already pierced into his left shoulder, and the head of the sword appeared in front.
"Hey!" Gao Jiong snorted in disbelief, and his eyes suddenly burst into cold light.
He turned around abruptly, probing his palm like lightning, and his figure suddenly accelerated.
Chu Mingxuan and the others could not even see clearly, they could only see him turn into a shadow.
Chu Zhiyuan flickered a few times, avoiding Gao Jiong's continuous pounces, and pierced Gao Jiong's left shoulder with another sword, exactly in the original position.
This made Gao Jiong's eyes widen even more, in disbelief.
"Stop." Chu Qingfeng, who had been silent and watching coldly, spoke.
