On the supreme stand, when the Yanzhu touched the chair, it looked like a fish sucking a bone. She sat lazily, holding her chin with her slender hands, as if she was looking at it, half open her eyes, facing the competition platform.

To be honest, there are few Yanzhu, who is as majestic as it is now. She has a heroic spirit that is not possessed by ordinary and beautiful women. It is extraordinary and unforgettable. However, even though she had such a shocking and good appearance, no one dared to look at her more, let alone love her. I heard that she had a relationship with her, and the other party was also the young master of a tribe. But the result... because of a very small thing, Yanzhu cut off the head of this person with his own hands.

Perhaps from that day on, the eldest princess has long been disgusted with the relationship between men and women. She is so powerful today that she has never heard of anyone dating.

Not far from Yanzhu, Duojiao sat upright on the royal chair for the whole afternoon. In contrast, she held her hands on the armrest, sitting upright, facing forward, looking like a lady.

But judging from the current situation, her index finger on her right hand kept knocking on the handrail at a unique frequency, and she didn't seem to worry about Wuya's safety.

This kind of small move naturally cannot escape Yanzhu's eyes.

"I heard that the child is Jiaoer's senior brother?" Yan Zhu was bored and suddenly asked with a lazy smile.

"Yes, aunt." Duojiao replied indifferently.

"Yes, it seems to be twenty-one or twenty." Yan Zhu said deliberately.

"Haha." Duojiao suddenly covered her mouth and smiled, "Senior brother is only three or four years older than me, but he is a man, his hair is so red and his bones are thick, so he doesn't look like a boy."

Yan Zhu felt sympathy when she heard this and said, "It's hard for him. If it weren't for the Han Dynasty to do this, there would be no need to let him fight for a glimmer of hope... Then tell me, who would win between Tongmuli and your senior brother?"

"Well..." Duojiao pouted and thought for a while and said, "It must be Tong Muli."

Yan Zhu was a little surprised and replied with a smile: "Why, I'm so unconfident in your senior brother?"

"Before entering the palace... no one taught me, and I have been practicing with my old foundation. I haven't seen him for many years. I miss him very much. Shaoli once asked the five masters to teach, and with Xiyun's guidance, he was able to make rapid progress. However, the freezing three feet is not a day, and his foundation is weak. It was just a coincidence that he was shortlisted this time. As for this Tongmuli, his father won two consecutive terms."

Looking at the niece's serious analysis, Yanzhu smiled twice and shook her head helplessly, reminding her: "Jiao'er, you have always been the senior brother, the senior brother's short..."

Duojiao smiled with a pursed lips.

"Of course I hope it's my senior brother who won this game!"

Yan Zhu asked again solemnly, "Who do you hope to win when Shaoli fights your senior brother?"

Duojiao suddenly realized that there was something in the eldest princess' words, but fortunately she left a hint of alert, so she said without thinking, "In the world, blood relatives are the most. Shaoli is my brother, and I hope he is the greatest hero. Just like between me and my aunt, Shaoli and my aunt, they are all blood relatives, and they are closest relatives, and this cannot be changed."

While saying that, Duojiao nodded seriously, but in fact, the opposite in her heart was exactly the opposite.

This Yanzhu is his hatred for killing his father. When he was young, he was so cruel to him, and now he is even more troubled. Besides, Shaoli, if you compare with Wuya who is closer to him, you don’t have to think about it, Wuya will definitely be closer.

After hearing this, Yanzhu was a little silent for some reason, and finally sighed, "That's right, that's right." Even though she said that, her eyes kept glancing at Duojiao's delicate face and did not let go for a long time.

"It's a little fox!"

Thoughts flashed through Yanzhu's heart.

...

Facing the slash that Tongmuli was approaching quickly, Wuya smiled.

He lifted his spear and stabbed the ground hard, jumped up from the ground with a spear and rushed towards Tongmuli, jumped into the air and pulled out the spear. The spear was like a knife. The gun body, which was infused with Yuanyang's pure power, was as bright as the sun, and the momentum was surging fiercely.

Like the first move of the dragon's gun - the reverse dragon's storm!

The gun and the knife collided again.

Bang!

An unimaginable force burst out from the slender scimitar, and the Yuanyang power in the spear also exploded at the same time. The two forces collided again, turning into a storm and blew outwards. But the two had not stopped yet, and the stalemate was still there. The storm continued to blow out, making the people watching the battle unable to open their eyes.

"This is the showdown between experts!"

"This is the power of Atai!"

"This is the strongest existence among the younger generation of Dian Kingdom!" The people were even more excited than the two of them in the competition. All their eyes were staring tightly, afraid of missing every detail.

Wonderful, really wonderful!

The five-year Atai selection competition is indeed the most worth waiting for!

...

Click!

A slight sound penetrated Tong Muli and Wuya's ears. The two of them were stunned at the same time. They quickly looked at each other and saw countless slight cracks appearing in the scimitar and spear.

No, the weapon cannot withstand the collision of Yuanyang, and it will be broken!

This thought echoed in both of them at the same time, and they stopped almost at the same time.

But it was too late at this moment. As soon as the two of them let go, the scimitar and spear exploded at the same time, turning into countless pieces, falling from the sky. When the two of them landed, the pieces landed like rain and snow.

Without weapons, I can only have bare hands.

Wuya stared at Tong Muli's eyes, and Tong Muli found a solemn meaning from it.

"Next, I'm going to do my best."

It turns out that at this point, Wuya has just begun to take it seriously. What I just did was just a warm-up.

"Is this young man really a human? He is simply a fur animal on the top of the snow-capped mountain! Although it is only a little higher than my first time to win Atai Nian, its strength is far better than me today. It's really hateful. If I hadn't taken the Longmai Dan, I would have been lying on the ground now."

Compared to Tong Mukai's heart, his back was already wet.

But Tong Muli knew better that there was no room for compromise at this time, and he had to defeat the red-haired calf in front of him with an absolute attitude.

The fire brazier was brilliant on four corners of the huge martial arts competition platform, and all the people were watching with breath and concentrating. The two were spinning on the stage, staring at each other, looking for an opportunity to attack.

"Don't be afraid, Atai is yours, I will help you." At this moment, an old voice rang in Tong Muli's ears.

"Master!" Tong Muli was stunned, her eyes quickly passed Wuya, and in the stand behind him, a short hunchbacked man with a cane stood.

His eyes hesitated.

The master is a powerful man in the king realm. He uses a sound to make a silk thread and transmits the sound to his ears. This is a ability that only a master in the king realm has. The master must be so quick that he will not be noticed. At this moment, he is covered by night, and Wuya is just facing his back. Everything, the right time, place, and people are really too close to him.

"Don't be afraid, don't hesitate, Tongmuli." The master's voice sounded in Tongmuli's ears again.

"But..." Tong Muli struggled extremely. He was a righteous warrior. Since childhood, his father taught him to be open and upright. He never needed his identity as the young leader of the mountain clan, nor did he need anyone else to help him in martial arts. Even though the master had good intentions, it was against his will.

In the distance, the old man did not allow Tong Muli to go against his wishes.

"Tong Muji, have you forgotten that your father died in hatred?"

"Tongmuli, have you forgotten the ridicule and cold eyes that our mountain tribes have suffered from falling from nobleness to humbleness?"

"Tongmuli, wake up. Personal honor and disgrace are nothing. As long as you can win, you can lead the tribe to prosperity again. You are not a sinner, but a truly great existence."

"Tongmuli, only in this way will our ancestors forgive you."

The old and unrefused voice echoed in my ears over and over again. Tong Muli finally gritted her teeth and her eyes became firm.

"kill!"

He growled, Yuanyang filled his whole body, and his muscles were immediately tangled, and his clothes shattered like a butterfly floating away.

With a little down, the body that had been infused with Yuanyang's pure power was like an arrow shot from a tense bow. It suddenly came to Wuya's body, pressed Wuya's shoulders, lying down, and wanted to throw Wuya out.

This is the ancient wrestling technique of the mountain tribe.

Although it is a very simple skill, Tongmuli, which has both strength and speed, can fully exert this move. If Wuya eats this move, he may be seriously injured.

"Good come!" Wuya growled, and Yuanyang's pure power also filled his body.

He just stood there, stepped hard on the ground with one foot, his body still as motionless as a mountain.

Tong Muli had already used all his strength to deal with Wuya at this moment, but he could not move Wuya a little, his face turned red, and blue veins on his forehead swelled up.

On the other hand, Wuya's expression was as usual, like an iron statue of Buddha, poured into a protective life for thousands of years, and there will be no exchange of sorrow and joy.
Chapter completed!