"You've gone too far!"
When Mu Zhao heard the news in the palace, he was so angry that he smashed his teacup, but he still had to put on a courteous attitude on the surface. He held a big banquet and invited the Su Lao to sit with him. He went back to his room to change, then came out to entertain them.
Those who had the Water Splitting Spell were of great significance to the Dragon Emperor Palace. Coincidentally, the Dragon's Blood Sacrifice was about to begin, so Mu Zhao really couldn't cause any trouble.
He could only bite the bullet and deal with Shen Zhenyi as if he had eaten a fly.
The Dragon Emperor Palace was prosperous. Even if it was just a side branch, the Dragon Emperor Palace was much more luxurious than the average sect.
A big banquet was arranged, delicious food was served, and nectar was served.
Crystals swayed outside the window, and fish and shrimp were frolicking. It was like a dream.
Shen Zhenyi sat at the head of the table, while Mu Zhao accompanied him in the main seat, repeatedly toasting him.
"I've long heard of the Third Young Master Shen's name. Unfortunately, I've always been in the Dragon Emperor Palace, so I haven't seen you before. Today, I can see your face. It's a blessing of three lifetimes. "
Zhao Er was speaking politely, but his eyes were sizing up this young man who had risen to fame.
In his opinion, he was nothing special. How could he make Big Brother so afraid and even betroth his niece to him?
Shen Zhenyi was also observing the Dragon Emperor Palace.
— — Five hundred years have passed, but things have changed.
The Dragon Palace was still the same, but the old friends were long gone.
"Master, why isn't Princess Long coming out? It's a bit strange! "Cynanchum Chinense whispered to Shen Zhenyi. As soon as she entered the Dragon Emperor Palace, she intuitively felt that the atmosphere was strange.
She didn't know whether Mu Zhao heard it or deliberately explained, "The Third Prince is here, so my niece should be the one to receive him. But these days, she's been preparing for the Dragon's Blood Sacrifice, bathing and fasting, so it's inconvenient for her to receive guests. Please forgive her. "
The Dragon's Blood Ritual? Cynanchum Chinense was confused.
Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly.
Five hundred years had passed, and the Dragon's Blood Ritual was about to begin. The great calamity of the Dragons was imminent.
When Mu Zhao saw that Shen Zhenyi did not look surprised, he was puzzled and asked bluntly, "The Third Prince is one of the Moon Decapitation's people, which is indeed extraordinary. However, the Water Splitting Technique is a top secret of my Dragon Emperor Palace. I wonder how Gongzi learned it?"
Although he already had a guess in his heart, he still had to ask clearly no matter what.
"I got it by chance."
Shen Zhenyi sneered indifferently. He didn't care.
This Water Splitting Art … was a gift from Longzu. Five hundred years had passed, and the past was somewhat vague.
I guess so too! Mu Zhao was relieved and said with a smile, "I've heard that The Third Prince got an ancient inheritance, including my Dragons' Water Splitting Art. He's really blessed."
Moon Worshipping Cave had speculated that the Third Young Master Shen had gotten Zi Ningjun's inheritance. Zi Ningjun had a good relationship with Longzu and the others, so it was not strange that he came in contact with the Water Splitting Art.
Shen Zhenyi did not answer. He held the golden goblet with one hand and sipped the wine. His eyes were half-closed, as if he was immersed in his memories.
Mu Zhao saw that he did not speak and was more certain that this person had gotten an ancient inheritance. He was both disdainful and jealous. A country bumpkin from the Nine Serenities could sit at the Dragon Palace Banquet so openly. He was really lucky!
Now that the important matter was at hand, he could not let this person spoil the situation.
King Dalong Of Zhao had always said that this person's swordsmanship had reached an unfathomable level, but Mu Zhao refused to believe it.
— — In the Dragon Emperor Palace, Zhao Da and Mu Zhao's two branches had always been in conflict. According to the Dragons' Clan Law, the Dragon Emperor Palace should indeed be under Zhao Da's control, but Mu Zhao had been dissatisfied since he was young.
Whether it was martial arts or other abilities, he had always thought that he was not inferior to his elder brother, so he always wanted to seize power. Zhao Da had the Abandoned Sword Villa and said that he was preparing for the Dragons' Tribulation, but Mu Zhao only felt that the other party was trying to seize power for his own sake and suppress his own branch.
What use could a mere mortal play in the great calamity of the Dragon Clan?
He wanted to test his ability!
Mu Zhao had already made up his mind, so he laughed dryly and said, "I've always heard that the Third Young Master Shen's swordsmanship is unparalleled. It's rare that you're here today, so I wonder if you could let me exchange a few moves with you?"
Shen Zhenyi opened his eyes slightly, and his pupils were like stars. He sneered and said, "Isn't the Dragons going to have a big matter? Mister Second is rather leisurely! "
Those who truly cared about the Dragons' bloodline were busy with the Dragon's Blood Ceremony. Mu Zhao was in charge of the daily affairs of the Dragon Emperor Palace, but he still had the time to provoke him.
Mu Zhao's face turned purple, and he was even more furious. He gritted his teeth and said, "I've been a martial arts fanatic since I was young. The Dragon Emperor Palace's affairs have always been handled by my elder brother. Today, The Third Prince is here, and I'm excited to see him. If The Third Prince is unwilling to fight, then forget it. "
He said that he was unwilling, but the expression on his face clearly said that he did not dare.
It was such an obvious provocation. Cynanchum Chinense pursed her lips. She really looked down on the Dragons' intelligence.
Even the Fifth Tier Perfected Person of the Juntian Realm was not a match for my master. You're just an old fish hiding under the water, how dare you show off your strength?
Cynanchum Chinense went to the Juntian and saw more masters. Now that her standards were higher, she felt that her knowledge of martial arts had grown. Just as she was about to volunteer, she heard Shen Zhenyi say calmly, "Since you want to humiliate yourself, there's no harm in fighting."
Master, you're too rude!
Cynanchum Chinense was so moved that she wanted to cry. Only her master could say such arrogant words so calmly and naturally. Looking at the old dragon opposite her, he was probably so angry that his lungs were about to explode.
"I'll just sit here."
Shen Zhenyi reached out his hand, lifted the crystal wine pot, and poured wine into his empty golden goblet.
"You can use the Nine Heavens Illusion on me. As long as you touch my clothes, or I move a step, or spill a drop of this wine, I'll lose."
The amber water shot out from the mouth of the crystal wine pot and into the golden goblet, forming ripples. The aroma of the wine filled the air.
This Dragon Horn Wine was brewed from the molted horns of Dragons. It was very precious. In the past, Shen Zhenyi liked it very much. Today, he made an exception and drank a few more cups.
The wine in the pot was poured into the golden goblet, but the golden goblet was not full, and the wine in the crystal pot did not decrease. Shen Zhenyi maintained this posture, forming a subtle cycle of his own little world.
In the eyes of the experts, this was a display of mysterious martial arts cultivation.
Zhao Er was about to explode.
So what if you've formed your own world and the embryonic form of martial arts! I don't believe that under the full attack of the Nine Heavens Illusion, I can't even touch your clothes!
Young man, don't be too arrogant!
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