Besides that, he also wore a vest as thin as a cicada's wing, made of a strange material, whose toughness he knew through his extrasensory perception.
He speculated that this vest should be able to withstand Gang energy and even block precious swords.
Compared to him, he himself seemed very shabby.
He had neither flying knives nor precious armor. How could he be a prince?
A prince by birth, with unparalleled talent, a true disciple of Wentian Cliff, a closed-door disciple of the National Preceptor, throughout the entire Great Zhen Dynasty, no one else had so many halos added to him.
It was no wonder that Cheng Tianfeng's mentality was inflated and he was unscrupulous. Even in Great Jing, he was still willful and dared to touch the prince's woman.
In his opinion, he and Cheng Tianfeng were indeed worlds apart.
Both were princes, and both had extraordinary talents, but he was neither valued by the emperor nor supported by the royal palace. He had no powerful support. Furthermore, he had entered the Ministry of Rites, making him timid and fearful.
That was why Cheng Tianfeng ignored him so much and trampled on his dignity so much.
Cheng Tianfeng, after kneeling and landing on the ground, wore a smile on his face, forcibly suppressed his boiling killing intent, and chuckled, "To be able to break my movement technique, I admire you!"
Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "What kind of unique skill is this movement technique from Wentian Cliff?"
The Supervisory Division has not yet figured out what martial arts Wentian Cliff has. Wentian Cliff has always been secretive about its martial arts, keeping silent about it.
Now is a good opportunity to inquire.
"Wentian Nine Steps," Cheng Tianfeng nodded: "There are very few people in the world who can break this movement technique. Brother Chu is indeed extraordinary. Let's do it again!"
He smiled naturally, showing no sign of the boiling killing intent in his heart.
However, among the people present, the grandmasters all had keen intuition and could vaguely feel his killing intent.
But none felt it as deeply as Chu Zhiyuan.
The grandmasters did not find it strange.
When fighting with people, it is inevitable to have a killing intent. This is a normal reaction to fighting, but reason often plays a role at critical moments, able to judge whether to kill or not.
Having a killing intent and actually killing are not the same thing.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Brother Cheng is holding back. Does Brother Cheng think I am not worthy of your full effort?"
Cheng Tianfeng's expression sank, and he said solemnly: "Then Brother Chu, be careful. I'm going to get serious!"
He spun on his feet, his figure drawing a strange arc, drifting diagonally towards Chu Zhiyuan, the tip of his sword scattering a piece of clear light.
He cursed inwardly as he wielded his sword.
If Tianyin was here, the Tianyin Sword Technique could cooperate with it, making the sword body invisible. Even if he was afraid of being shocking and did not make it invisible, the flashing sword shadows could still confuse the mind.
Now that Tianyin is damaged, the power of the Tianyin Sword Technique that he had painstakingly cultivated at great expense has been greatly reduced, which is equivalent to losing one of his arms.
However, the tip of the sword instantly pierced through the sky of sword shadows scattered by Cheng Tianfeng and appeared at his chest, still at the location of the Tianyin block.
"Ding—" Tianyin rang again, and then turned into fragments and fell to the ground.
The Tianyin block was solid. If it weren't for the vast power contained in Chu Zhiyuan's sword, it wouldn't be broken even if it was dropped hard, and ordinary swords couldn't pierce it.
Tianyin fell to the ground, but Cheng Tianfeng flew out, almost to the entrance of the hall.
Chu Zhiyuan returned his sword, shook his head, and smiled: "Brother Cheng, aren't you going to use your full strength yet?"
Cheng Tianfeng's left-hand sword had not yet been used, and he was still using the previous set of swordsmanship, which could no longer pose a threat.
So, he didn't use all his strength.
He really wanted to know how powerful a true disciple of Wentian Cliff could be at the ninth level of the Innate Realm.
Cheng Tianfeng had been favored since he was a child, and the training he received far surpassed his own.
After entering Wentian Cliff, not to mention the miraculous skills and secret techniques, just like when he entered the Mingwu Palace, he must have had natural treasures added to him, but he didn't have to earn them by making contributions like himself.
Of course, he also had many adventures and the emperor's secret support.
But the time was too short, and it should be far less than his.
However, in the ears of everyone, they felt that these words were too annoying.
They couldn't help laughing.
Cheng Tianfeng knelt and retreated, almost stepping on the threshold of the hall, secretly gritting his teeth, staring at the broken Tianyin on the ground.
How could this damn Chu Zhiyuan have such strong power?
His own strength was already strong enough. He had taken Nine Li Bear Bile since he was a child and had infinite strength, but he seemed weak and powerless in front of Chu Zhiyuan.
This difference was too great.
This Chu Zhiyuan was not only powerful and fast as lightning, but he was really a monster!
But there is no invincible martial art in the world. There are ways to break them all. For this kind of monster, the way to deal with him is to use skill to overcome clumsiness and use slowness to defeat speed.
"Come again!"
He floated up and came towards Chu Zhiyuan, as if a white cloud was floating in front of him, and he lightly drew his sword.
The swordsmanship had changed greatly.
The original shadows had become light and elegant, without a trace of fireworks, but like a person dancing with a sword alone under the moon.
Chu Zhiyuan's mind was slightly shaken.
A cool feeling suddenly came from the Qingying Sword, suppressing the throbbing in his heart.
This swordsmanship actually has the effect of confusing the mind!
He leisurely did not draw his sword, seemingly lost in thought, looking at the light sword light with a dazed expression, watching the sword light approaching him.
The outsiders were not affected.
Chu Zhiyao's face changed slightly, and he was about to slap the table to wake up Chu Zhiyuan.
Chu Mingxuan also felt that it was inappropriate and was about to shout loudly, but he saw Chu Zhiyuan suddenly thrust out a sword lightly, once again accurately piercing the original position of the Tianyin block.
"!" The sword tip had already pierced in before the sound was made.
Chu Zhiyuan discovered that the third level of the Hualong Art, Bone Refining, had an especially huge improvement on speed and strength, far surpassing the effects of Meridian and Acupoint Opening.
This change was like a child becoming a young man in puberty. The improvement was all-round and crushing.
Cheng Tianfeng flew out again.
This time, without the resistance of Tianyin, the precious armor directly faced the tip of the sword. Although it removed the true energy contained in the tip of the sword, it could not remove the tyrannical power.
Cheng Tianfeng flew horizontally as if he had been hit by a giant tree for ten feet, and fell to the entrance of the hall again, blocked by the high threshold.
His blood was surging, and he almost vomited blood, but he forcibly swallowed it.
If he vomited this mouthful of blood, it would mean that he had lost this competition.
He had not been able to use all his skills, and there was still a chance to turn the tables. He could not admit defeat like this!
He roared in his heart, and without waiting for Chu Zhiyuan to speak, he shot towards Chu Zhiyuan again: "Come again!"
He was in mid-air, the tip of his sword emitting essence, and then spreading to the sword body. When he shot near Chu Zhiyuan, the entire sword shone with light.
The long sword drew a training, instantly reaching Chu Zhiyuan's front.
Chu Zhiyuan raised his sword eyebrows.
"Sword Gang!" Chu Zhiyao let out a low shout.
Cheng Tianfeng was actually able to emit sword Gang, the sword Gang that only a grandmaster realm master could use.
The power is naturally crushing to an innate realm master.
Although the fourth brother can break Gang energy, can he block such pure sword Gang?
"Sword Gang!"
"Sword Gang!"
Those in the hall with martial arts all widened their eyes, worrying about Chu Zhiyuan.
This kind of miraculous skill that transcends realms can only be practiced by the world's top geniuses. Is Chu Zhiyuan also this kind of genius?
Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "Brother Cheng, you finally took out your true skills!"
As he spoke, he thrust out a sword lightly.
The tip of the sword was also bright and shining, faintly showing sword light.
"It's sword Gang again!"
Someone shouted in a low voice, looking at Chu Zhiyuan with admiration.
"Boom!" The tip of the sword collided with the tip of the sword, and what was emitted was actually thunder.
The thin sword tips collided, but like two raging waves colliding, there was a shaking momentum, the air in the hall vibrated, and the strong wind howled.
Several grandmasters flicked their sleeves, dissipating most of the strong wind.
Everyone's clothes were hunting, especially the female relatives, their colorful clothes were fluttering, and a faint fragrance was floating.
They widened their eyes and looked into the field, only to see Chu Zhiyuan standing in place, and Cheng Tianfeng had disappeared.
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"Where is the person?"
Everyone couldn't help but look around.
Chu Zhiyuan put away the two flying knives he had obtained by sleight of hand into his sleeves.
The two small flying knives were as thin as cicada wings, almost invisible, but the texture was heavy and cold, like ice.
The sword Gang and sword Gang caused the Gang energy to collide. The power contained in the Gang energy was tyrannical, just like the explosives of the previous life. A small amount could explode with amazing power.
Chu Zhiyuan returned his sword to its scabbard, clasped his fists and bowed to everyone, finally looking at Prince Ying.
Prince Ying sighed and nodded: "Fourth Prince has good cultivation!"
"Thank you for the compliment." Chu Zhiyuan said: "Brother Cheng is fine."
After all, he has precious armor to protect him, and the Qingying Sword can't hurt him for the time being.
He didn't expect to hurt his body in the first place. Even if he could break through the precious armor, there would still be grandmasters staring at him.
So, the most important thing was to severely damage his spirit.
It would be best if he could completely cripple him.
