Royal Palace.

Zhao Zhen pushed open the door and walked into the yard. Eunuch Chen put on a piece of clothing for him.

Zhao Zhen looked at the roof in front and saw Nangong Ji standing there.

Bao Zheng had already told Zhao Zhen about his plan tonight in advance. The Shadow Guard had reported back and forth that the encirclement and suppression was over, and the four masters who were to be captured were led outside Kaifeng Prefecture to solve the problem. In other words, Nangong Ji was standing on a roof that was so high at this time, and he could not see anything, but Nangong still stood there with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

Zhao Zhen waved his hand gently to Eunuch Chen.

Eunuch Chen and a few eunuchs all retreated.

Zhao Zhen walked forward two steps and looked up at Nangong Ji who was focused on the roof. He couldn't run to watch everyone compete, he couldn't leave the palace, or... he couldn't leave half a step away from him.

Compared to Zhan Zhao Bai Yutang and others, Zhao Zhen inexplicably felt that Nangong was like a bird trapped in a cage, and even if the cage door was opened, it would not fly away.

Zhao Zhen stood in the yard in a daze.

Nangong looked back... He knew that Zhao Zhen had gone out just now, and probably because he couldn't sleep at night and was worried about the situation outside. However, Zhao Zhen didn't say anything, just stood quietly, so he was curious and looked back.

Seeing that Zhao Zhen's gaze seemed to be looking at him, Nangong got off the roof and came to him, "Emperor."

Zhao Zhen nodded and asked, "How is it happening outside?"

"We have all led out of the city gate... we can feel different internal forces, we should be ready to start the fight." Nangong pointed to the east, south, west and north, and accurately stated where Zhan Zhao, Bai Yutang, Zhao Pu and Lin Yehuo were.

Zhao Zhen was a little curious, "How did you know?"

Nangong said, "The internal strength of the four of them is different, and it is easy to distinguish."

Zhao Zhen found Zhang Shitang and sat down, and asked Nangong to explain in detail to him.

"Well, because they are all masters and have unique skills, their internal strength is much deeper than ordinary people." Nangong said, "The internal strength of Bai Yutang is the same as that of Tianzun, and it feels cold. The Emperor of Tianzun should have felt it before."

Zhao Zhen nodded, "The night he killed Zhou Zanghai, it snowed so hard, and it was quiet and peaceful, and even Xiangxiang didn't cry."

Nangong nodded, "Well, Bai Yutang almost perfectly inherited the internal strength of Tianzun. It was cold and cold, but calm, and it came from the unique skills of the top of the Tianshan Mountains."

"What about Zhan Zhao?" Zhao Zhen asked.

"Relatively speaking, Zhan Zhao's internal force is a gentle shape, similar to water."

Zhao Zhen touched his chin, "That's it...but Zhan Zhao's kung fu should come from Yin Hou, right? With the name of Yin Hou's Demon King, why is the internal strength so comfortable?"

Nangong smiled and shook his head, "Prince, a pool of water may make people feel comfortable, but what if it is a pool of water or a vast ocean? It won't make people feel comfortable."

Zhao Zhen raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yin Hou's internal strength is quite special. In addition to the talent inherited from their bloodline, the internal strength can be a gentle feeling of moistening things silently, but when it surges, the person who is engulfed by the internal strength seems to fall into the bottomless deep sea, and that sense of fear is incomparable."

Zhao Zhen touched his chin, "So that's it."

"Zhan Zhao once was angry when he was standing in the descendant of the Spider Queen." Nangong said, "That internal force is very intimidating, and the feeling of overwhelming seas makes people breathless."

"What about Lin Yehuo?" Zhao Zhen was very curious, "He doesn't look like a master."

Nangong shook his head, "The internal force of the Master Huofeng Hall is fierce. The martial arts of the Western Regions are different from the Central Plains, and the geographical climate is also very different. It is a martial arts that belongs to the vast desert. Master Wusha is a monk who has attained enlightenment. His internal force depends on wisdom and insight. Although Lin Yehuo is a little uncontrollable on weekdays, it is impossible to learn Master Wusha's skill without Buddha nature and wisdom. His internal force should be the desert of the Western Regions burned by the scorching sun, or the Buddha's compassionate eyes.

Zhao Zhen smiled, "The contrast with Lin Yehuo on weekdays is quite good."

"This is also interesting." Nangong also laughed, "Your Majesty, Master Wusha, Master Weichen and other monks who have achieved enlightenment with boundless Buddhist teachings have a huge contrast on weekdays?"

"That's true." Zhao Zhen nodded, "Where is Uncle Jiu?"

Nangong asked Zhao Zhen, "Didn't you feel it when the emperor grew up with the Ninth Prince?"

Zhao Zhen was out of sight and said, "When I was a child, I often saw him fighting, but the most regrettable thing is that I never went to war with him... I just heard of the Ninth Uncle on the battlefield."

"The one on the battlefield is more of the Ninth Prince who is a general." Nangong had different opinions, "Don't forget that the prince's master is Yao Changtian, the White Ghost King who is as famous as the Heavenly Lord Yin Hou. I once heard from the master that the White Ghost King is the only person in the world who came out of the military ruins alive. He has the most strong and fierce internal strength in the world, and the internal strength like a storm. From childhood to big fights, the prince always fights with less or less. Otherwise, if he doesn't fight, he will fight a group, and if he fights one by one, he will find the one with the best skills to do it... To sum up, the prince's internal strength is a kind of crazy aura."

After listening to Nangong's words, Zhao Zhen was silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "Do you envy them?"

Nangong was slightly stunned and looked at Zhao Zhen.

"You are also a famous master." Zhao Zhen said, "If you live in the martial arts world, you should be like them all powerful figures in the martial arts world."

Nangong was stunned for a long time and suddenly laughed. Zhao Zhen rarely saw his smile.

Nangong scratched his head, "The emperor asked me why I was loyal before, was it because of this?"

Zhao Zhen raised his eyebrows, "Then I really can't figure out why you are staying here."

Nangong Ji shook his head gently.

Zhao Zhen narrowed his eyes, "Don't think of fooling me by saying "unexpectedly" like morning."

Nangong spoke, "I guess I will never know the answer in my life."

Zhao Zhen was surprised.

"Some things do not require any reason or answers at all." Nangong whispered.

Zhao Zhen looked at him.

Nangong looked at the roof where he was standing just now, "It was like why Zhan Zhao did not inherit the Demon Palace but stayed in Kaifeng Mansion. Bai Yutang did not inherit the Tianshan Sect but helped investigate the case. The prince never thought of rebelling and becoming an emperor."

Zhao Zhen was a little surprised. Nangong had always felt restrained without any sharpness. For the first time, he heard him speak a tough tone.

"The emperor only needs to know that I am the same as them." Nangong lowered his voice, and after receiving a puzzled look from Zhao Zhen, he said lightly, "No one can force me to do anything. I only do what I want, no reason, and no need to give me an answer."

While Zhao Zhen was stunned, he heard Nangong suddenly say, "It's starting..."

As Nangong finished speaking, Zhao Zhen suddenly felt four completely different auras coming from all directions, and the calm night became restless instantly... The entire night was instantly tear apart by four completely different forces.

...

"What a strong internal strength!"

In the Meow Meow Building in Kaifeng Mansion, Lord Bao and Master Pang who were watching the fun were gathered. The Eighth Prince also came. Doro brought everyone to the roof and felt four powerful internal forces coming.

Lord Bao heard Doro's words to himself and subconsciously looked around... At this time, a few steps were taken to the room, and many shadow guards and masters were on the roof of Kaifeng City. They were in a unified movement, standing still, looking in a certain direction, with their eyes focused.

The Eighth Prince asked Doro, "You seem to be very excited?"

Doro smiled faintly, "They are all the same age, but those people have reached a different level. You can learn tricks, but you cannot be lazy in internal strength. You rely on diligent practice and comprehend... The stronger the internal strength, the harder they work hard!"

"Can you win?" Lord Bao didn't understand martial arts, he was just worried.

"Of course I have to win." Doro said, "The bet is their master's reputation, how can they lose!"

...

As soon as Doro finished speaking, he heard a loud "boom" sound from four directions almost at the same time.

Zhao Pu, Zhan Zhao, Lin Yehuo and Bai Yutang did not use their first move, and sent the four masters to each one with their hearts. Of course... Zhan Zhao still kicked the face.

The four masters flew out at the same time, but these people were not ordinary people. They retracted their internal strength and held the internal strength of the four people in the flying kick, and turned their internal strength to the face with a palm...

So, a loud noise came.

In the dust flying, Zhan Zhao, Bai Yutang, Lin Yehuo and Zhao Pu all raised their eyebrows lightly - Oh, this level of internal strength.

On the city tower, several old people knew it - is the first move to test the internal strength? Not bad.

The four masters who blocked the four people's kicks used 70% to protect their heart meridians and were not injured. At the same time, they felt suspicious - how much internal force did these young people use?

Xiao Liangzi came one step late because he got the wrong direction. When Zhao Pu kicked it out, he just flew upstairs. Seeing this kick, he jumped, "Fat Monk, surrender! The internal strength is less than half of my master!"

Zhao Pu raised his eyebrows, with a very gratified expression on his face.

The little fourth son asked Xiao Liang curiously, "Xiao Liangzi, how did you see this?"

Xiao Liang thought for a while, "Well, you can probably see it! Depend on your feelings!"

Long Qiaoguang and Ouyang Shaozheng were both surprised. Xiao Liang had indeed started practicing internal skills recently, but he had only practiced for a while and could understand it. Is it based on his feelings? He was extremely smart.

Grandma Hei Shui reached out and gently patted Xiao Liangzi, who was taller than her, on the back of the head, "I am Zhao Pu's apprentice."

Under the city gate, the fat monk steadily took his pace and jumped up, wiping out ten percent of his internal force towards Zhao Pu. However... he threw himself into the air and pulled his hands behind his back... A silver stick was pulled out... He did not hit Zhao Pu's Xintinghou head-on, but twisted his body in the air and slashed under Zhao Pu's ribs.

Zhao Pu's mouth raised a few points, Xinting Hou had already changed his tricks, sweeping across... It was sweeping on the stick that hit his ribs...

The Ninth Prince took a step on his left foot, bowed and waved his arms, and Xinting Hou pulled up with strong internal force.

Everyone heard a "bang" sound... The stick hit Xinting Hou and flew out of the Golden Head Tuo's hand... and flew straight to the direction of the city tower.

Xiao Liangzi jumped up and caught the stick thicker than his arm.

Everyone saw him holding the stick in his little hand and chakra two circles on his head. He threw the stick back with one hand and said, "Give it back to you!"

The monk frowned and reached out to meet the oncoming stick, but the stick was whistling with the sound of wind, and the force and speed were terrifying.

The monk hesitated and subconsciously stopped, and then he heard another loud "bang" sound... The stick hit his feet, smashing a hole from the boss, and the stick was bent into a folded corner.

Jintou Tuo was stunned for a moment and looked up at Xiao Liangzi in horror, thinking that this child was Zhao Pu's apprentice? His internal strength was so high, so how could Zhao Pu's internal strength look? Besides, how could it be? How could a seven or eight-year-old child have such high internal strength?

Xiao Sizi also held her face and looked at Xiao Liangzi, then slapped her hands, "Xiao Liangzi is so awesome!"

Ouyang Shaozheng and Long Qiaoguang looked at each other and looked at Xiao Liangzi together - of course Xiao Liang did not have such internal strength, and that internal strength was "lent" to him by Zhao Pu.

The internal force of Zhao Pu's knife was released, and the change of moves that followed the trend was to retract. In other words,... the stick flew to the city tower, and even if Xiao Liangzi didn't take it, it would still fly back after two rounds and hit the monk. This was completely Zhao Pu's internal force, so the monk could not take it.

But Xiao Liangzi just reached out to pick up the stick and turned around at the same time just right. Even if he was wrong, he might be injured!

Long Qiaoguang and Ouyang Shaozheng opened their mouths wide.
To be continued...