My Disciples Are All The Emperor Level Talents

Hear Mu Fusheng's threat.

Cang Ming also looked extremely ugly.

"how did you do it?"

Unexpectedly, without him noticing, the talismans were not only plastered all over the last thunder peak, but also buried under his feet.

Mu Fusheng smiled and said nothing.

The Holy Son Xuanming on the side snorted coldly: "It's just some deception, and it's also because of your arrogance that you didn't notice it."

Speaking of this, Holy Son Xuanming explained: "When you attack those thunder peaks under your arrogance, at this moment, the other party has already begun to lay out, quietly filling the last thunder peak with talismans and seals." .”

"At the same time, you have buried the talisman seals under the thunder peaks in advance. After you break the thunder peaks, the talisman seals will disappear into the ground. At the same time, the last thunder peak exploded, attracting With all your attention, as long as you activate the talisman that has been buried in the ground, you will be deeply surrounded."

Hearing this, everyone looked at Mu Fusheng with strange expressions.

In other words, Cang Ming did not completely lose in terms of strength.

But because he was too arrogant, he didn't pay much attention to other aspects, and thus fell into Mu Fusheng's trap step by step.

Cang Ming also looked extremely gloomy when he heard this, and the hand holding the blood-toothed knife was trembling.

However, in his current state, even if he blocked the talismans at his feet, there was no way he could continue to swing his sword.

But Mu Fusheng was different. He definitely still had the talisman and seal, and he still had some energy left.

Thinking of this, Cang Ming stared at Mu Fusheng, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I... give up!"

Mu Fusheng chuckled and then put away the talismans.

Behind them, Xiao Hei and Fang Qiong looked at each other, and both saw helpless expressions in each other's eyes.

It doesn't matter if other people don't know, they do.

If Mu Fusheng showed his true strength, even if he wanted to use this kind of strategy to defeat the opponent, then his action of sticking the talisman on the thunder peak would not be discovered by anyone at all!

In other words, even the act of burying the talisman and seal was deliberately exposed by Mu Fusheng for others to see.

Even the acting is spotless.

Xiao Hei and Fang Qiong couldn't help but applaud in their hearts.

The prince watched this seemingly absurd scene and thought about it for a long time without thinking about it.

Could it be that my previous guess was wrong?

But one thing to say, Mu Fusheng's strategy is still very good.

Cang Ming left this place in embarrassment, and he had no shame in staying here anymore.

Although the third prince was still smiling, anyone with a discerning eye could see that his eyes were covered with shadows.

Mu Fusheng smiled lightly and cupped his hands towards the emperor, saying, "Young man is showing off your shame."

The emperor waved his hand and said with a loud laugh: "Yes, battles between reckless men can always be seen everywhere, but this kind of battle in which the weak defeats the strong and uses brains is rare. It is also refreshing."

Mu Fusheng clasped his fists again, then limped to sit behind the prince.

The prince asked: "Are you okay, Brother Mu? If the injury is serious, you can leave first."

Mu Fusheng shook his head and said: "It's okay, just take a few pills and meditate and sit down."

"Forehead……"

The prince laughed dryly.

But there was still an uneasy sound coming from the other side.

"It is not the right way to only use conspiracy and trickery. In this world, it depends on the realm and strength. The last word is who has the biggest fist."

It’s the Holy Son of Xuanwu!

The Xuanwu Dynasty highly respected martial arts, which was also related to the power of its bloodline.

Although he didn't look at Mu Fusheng and said this, everyone knew that these words were directed at Mu Fusheng.

Mu Fusheng felt quite helpless.

I didn't even do anything, but I was taken into consideration.

Sure enough, she deserves the reputation of beauty as a disaster!

The official official who supported the prince said calmly: "So what about the conspiracy, this is also a kind of one's own strength. If you can't beat him, you can't beat him. His skills are just inferior to others."

Holy Son Xuanming sneered: "Not as skilled as others? I dare to say this, if Cang Ming hadn't been too arrogant, how could he have fallen into a trap? How could he have been defeated by this fellow Taoist?"

The Minister of the Ministry of War also said: "In a head-to-head confrontation on the battlefield, isn't it just relying on hard power? With these remarks of the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, I am afraid that it is foolish to deal with internal affairs without asking the outside world, right?"

The official official's face looked ugly.

Holy Son Xuanming took advantage of the victory and pursued it: "If I were to come on, this fellow Taoist would have no chance to display your crooked ways."

Having said this, Holy Son Xuanming glanced at Jiubailu.

At this time, the prince opened his mouth and was about to say something.

But there was a clicking sound from behind. Looking back suddenly, he saw Xiao Hei smashing the long table to pieces, getting up angrily and saying: "In that case, let's have a fight!"

Mu Fusheng can bear it.

Xiao Hei couldn't bear it.

After all, for him, any grudges should be avenged on the spot, and any grievances should be settled on the spot, and he would never delay it overnight.

Mu Fusheng tugged at the corner of Xiao Hei's clothes and said through a message: "Senior brother, let's wait until the military preparations are completed and the military exercises are carried out."

Xiao Hei, however, sent a message without looking back: "Aren't you still there? Even if I expose my strength and the other party comes up with countermeasures, you can just finish it off by then. Senior brother believes in you."

Mu Fusheng wants to vomit blood!

You have to force out those trump cards of mine, right?

But now that the words were said, Mu Fusheng had no choice but to give up.

Holy Son Xuanming looked at Xiao Hei and sneered: "Not everyone is worthy of competing with me."

Xiao Hei yelled: "What, are you scared?"

Hearing this, Holy Son Xuanming narrowed his eyes slightly, and a heavy-looking blue-black aura emerged from his body.

"Then try it."

However, when the two were about to walk to the center of the red carpet.

The emperor on the throne has spoken.

"Okay, let's call it a day." The emperor said calmly, "This is just a banquet. The discussion is just to add to the fun. It won't be good if it hurts the harmony."

"The military exercise is about to begin. You should be one of the candidates to join the prince's side to fight, right? If you are injured here, it will also affect the subsequent military exercise."

"That's it for today's discussion."

The emperor spoke.

Naturally, there was no way to start a fight.

The green and black energy in Saint Son Xuanming began to gather within his body, and the heavy feeling began to dissipate.

The Holy Son looked at Xiao Hei and sneered: "You will have a chance to see my strength." At this point, the Holy Son Xuanming looked at Mu Fusheng who was meditating to "heal" and said with a smile: "You Too."

Then he sat down.

Xiao Hei snorted coldly and returned to the seat that had been rearranged.

In this weird atmosphere, the banquet ended.

Jiu Egret left alone early.

Mu Fusheng and the other three left the palace together with the prince.

The prince said, "What do you think? Come and sit at my place. I will tell you the details of the military exercises."

PS: I’m still writing the three chapters from yesterday. Oh my god, I have to finish them before I go to bed!