Looking at the battle on the ring, everyone below was shocked. They knew that the martial artist was vulgar, but they didn't expect that he was so simple and rough.

In addition, this Buddhist monk made them intuitively feel the characteristics of the martial arts profession, which is that they have no brains and completely give up defense, and exchange injuries for injuries.

Each punch can stir up a wave of air. Xiang Tian’s body has a long aura and his strong body is sunk again and again under the fist of the Buddhist monk, but it quickly recovers.

This is the pervert of martial artists. As long as they are killed without a single blow, no matter how serious the injury is, they can recover with their strong body. This is the qi and blood of martial artists who cultivate.

On the street, four golden armored guards appeared on both sides of the street, and the appearance of the imperial guards directly attracted everyone's attention.

"How did the imperial guards appear here? Could it be that the princess or the prince's palace came down?"

"I didn't expect that the battle of Buddhism could attract members of the royal family. I was also curious if I came to help Xiang Tian."

"I don't know, but this battle is obviously because Buddhism wants to teach our geniuses in Kyoto City, so people in the royal family cannot interfere."

After a group of guards appeared, the prince in light golden clothes came over. He glanced coldly at the battle on the ring, and then moved away without any nostalgia.

Two young men sitting by the window on the second floor of the teahouse watched the prince walk towards him, and their faces showed a look of astonishment.

"Is the prince coming towards us?"

Hearing his companion's words, the young man who looked a little sinister and laughed: "The whole teahouse, who can let the prince out of the East Palace, is probably the one who can help the prince out of the East Palace, we are the top ten young masters."

When he said this, the expression on his face was very proud.

After looking around, the expression on his face gradually became presumptuous, as if he was showing off. Many people around him looked at him, and after seeing that it was him, they also stopped talking.

But many people also agree with this view undeniably. As the top ten young masters who are as famous as the prince, they can indeed be favored by the prince. Maybe they still have the opportunity to support the prince in the future.

In this way, if the prince ascended the throne in the future, the top ten princes will be heroes, and they will surely make a fortune in the future. It is a foregone conclusion that they will be promoted to the fifth rank in the future.

Only these two people in the entire teahouse have the strongest cultivation. If the prince had not come for these two, would he have come for the one-armed young man who was beside the window behind them?

Everyone poked out their spiritual sense and observed it for a moment, and couldn't help but provoke the corners of their mouths. This kind of cultivation and age can only be considered mediocre in Kyoto City.

At the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, after waiting for a while, everyone found that the prince with a faint expression was coming up.

Many people around were also attracted by the attention of them, and then stood up. Even two of the top ten young men stood up, and the expressions on their faces became serious.

As soon as he stepped onto the second floor, he saw everyone standing up, the prince raised his eyebrows and said, "No need to be polite, today I just came to see a friend."

"Friend?"

All the people who recognized each other were shocked. The prince's friends? Everyone looked at the young man with a gloomy face. No wonder the other party dared to be so arrogant. It turned out that he knew the prince.

Even the young man who was sitting facing him couldn't help but look at him and said in a voice: "It turns out that Brother Situ and the prince are really envious of us."

Situ Ji was also surprised. He had indeed met the prince twice, but that was something that happened many years ago, so why did he become a friend?

Did you get the prince appreciated?

After thinking about it carefully, he felt that this should be true. After all, he is the top ten young masters and a representative figure in Kyoto City. He should be appreciated by the prince.

"As expected... I was born with the use of ingredients, so I used spicy hot pot to sauté tripe." Situ Ji thought about whether there were any or not, and watched the prince walk towards him step by step.

In order to demonstrate the temperament of genius, Situ Ji decided to say hello first and then further narrow the relationship. After all, he was facing the contemporary crown prince.

He is the future emperor.

Lifting his hand, Situ Ji was about to speak when he saw the prince glance at him coldly, and then passed by like this.

The raised hand froze in place, and the words that had not been said were stuck in his throat and could not be released. He was like a little chick strangled by someone's throat, so powerless and embarrassed.

Under everyone's gaze, the prince went straight to the front of the window, and everyone was stunned by this scene.

Seeing the prince coming, Luo Jinsi stood up very directly. As soon as he was about to salute, he was stopped by the prince.

"You are the disciple of Elder Rabbit, and you have not met once or twice. There is no need to be so reserved."

Looking at Luo Jinsi at this time, the smile on the prince's face was very sincere.

After the two sat down, the prince turned his head and looked at the battle on the ring, and said leisurely: "Is Lin Changfeng okay in the near future?"

"What a terrifying qi and blood, I don't know how strong this qi is..." In a villa in the palace, the expression on Mei Niang's face gradually became blurred.

In front of her was a light golden bronze mirror. A ring could be vaguely seen above the bronze mirror, and the battle between Buddhist monks and Xiang Tian was shown on it. The two fists and flesh fights each touch touched her nerves, making her look more charming.

"What you want to see has been given to you. Now the Buddhist Zen Master is in Kyoto City. You'd better hide your breath, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences..."

Looking at Mei Niang lying on the side of the soft collapse, after Mr. Guo finished speaking, he shook his hand and prepared to leave the room.

As soon as she walked to the door, Mei Niang couldn't help but waved, "There is one more thing you need to do."

A deep hatred flashed in the eyes of the old man, and he said coldly: "You'd better talk about the serious matter..."

The smile on Mei Niang's face became evil and charming little by little, and she said with a delicate eyebrows: "I want to experience this Buddhist monk..."

He stared at Mei Niang in a sideways, and the old man of Guo said word by word: "That's a Buddhist. I think you twelve demon caves don't have the ability to touch them yet. If you want to die, I don't mind."
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