Shura Martial God

3Zhao Xianer smiled and said, "That's right. Every year, Royal Father holds a meeting of the princes. Mo never uses his teacher. He has even defeated many of the princes' teachers. "    

    

"The Third Prince is the most talented person among all the princes. It's just that his legs were five years ago. . . "    

    

Immortal Concubine also had a look of pity.    

    

Zhao Tuo's expression was desolate, but some hidden resentment flashed across his heart. He hated the person who had once crippled his legs.    

    

"From the Third Prince's previous debate, I found out that his legs were broken by the person closest to him, and he didn't want to take revenge!"    

    

Chu Fann, who was sitting on the seat, pondered for a moment and said casually.    

    

What?    

    

Zhao Xianer, Immortal Concubine, Chu Ningxiang, Zhao Xumin and the rest of the people in the Imperial Palace suddenly trembled, and the bowls and chopsticks in their hands almost fell off.    

    

"Chu Fann, don't speak nonsense! There are many eyes and ears in the Imperial Palace. If you speak nonsense again, you will lose your life!" Zhao Xianer was startled. Although she hated Chu Fann a little, she still reminded him kindly.    

    

Chu Ningxiang mediated, "Mr. Chu is smart and resourceful. There is no need to guess randomly. Just ask the Third Prince. "    

    

The Immortal Concubine did not say much. She was lost in thought and seemed to have some thoughts.    

    

"Mr. Fann, you are talking nonsense. Back then, Mo was a Soul Creation Stage, and now he has reached the eighth level of the Soul Creation Stage. Who could harm him? Those who are close to him won't be harmed either. "    

    

Zhao Xumin couldn't believe it, and he shook his head repeatedly.    

    

Some of the palace maids who were serving tea and pouring water at the side all looked at Chu Fann with contempt.    

    

They felt that Chu Fan was a poor brat who came from some unknown place and knew that he was trying to gain the attention of the crowd and was spouting nonsense.    

    

The Third Prince's legs. . . It was a few years ago when he went to war and was crippled by the enemy. How could he be crippled by someone close to him?    

    

"You don't have to doubt it. Mr. Chu Fann is right. My legs are indeed crippled by someone close to me. "    

    

Zhao Tuo was shocked, but he didn't show it on his face. He said slowly.    

    

Everyone looked at Zhao Tuo and Chu Fann in shock when they heard him.    

    

"Mo. Is that true? Then who is he? " Zhao Xianer immediately asked.    

    

Immortal Concubine originally wanted to stop Zhao Xianer secretly, but Zhao Xianer had already asked.    

    

Zhao Tuo thought quickly and pondered for a moment before saying, "He is one of my lieutenants and has long been killed by the enemy. "    

    

Only then did everyone understand. They all exclaimed and looked at Chu Fann with respect.    

    

It was very powerful to know who had crippled the legs of the opponent from the debate!    

    

Chu Fann looked at Zhao Tuo with a profound look. His voice turned into a thin line, and he said via divine sense, "How is he your deputy? He is your elder brother, isn't he?"    

    

Bang!    

    

The bowls and chopsticks in Zhao Tuo's hands immediately fell, and the food sprinkled on the ground and his trousers.    

    

"Hehe, sorry, I was distracted. "    

    

Zhao Tuo smiled awkwardly, then picked them up and asked someone to change a set of chopsticks and chopsticks.    

    

No one cared about it except for Immortal Concubine, who secretly glanced at Zhao Tuo as if she knew some insider information.    

    

Chu Fann didn't say it out loud. He could naturally guess it by observing the reaction of Zhao Tuo's body and the changes in his expression.    

    

After casually calculating his fate, Chu Fann finally confirmed it.    

    

The banquet quickly ended.    

    

Everyone's respect for Chu Fann was overflowing with words, and only then did they disperse.    

    

After they dispersed.    

    

The Third Prince, Zhao Tuo, invited Chu Fann to have a chat in the palace.    

    

In a secret chamber, the Third Prince cupped his hands and said: "Mr. Chu Fann, you are the scariest person I have ever seen in my life. Whether it is in terms of talent or reasoning, you are far stronger than Grand Tutor Pang. "    

    

"You flatter me. You called me here to ask me about this world, right? "    

    

Chu Fann looked at the dark secret chamber and found a seat to sit down.    

    

Zhao Tuo shook his head and said in admiration, "Sir is Sir. You can guess at fifteen years old. That's right. Let me ask you, do you think the fight for the throne is between my elder brother, Zhao Zhongjiang, or second brother, Zhao Wenzhi? "    

    

"From what I can see, you don't want your elder brother and second brother to ascend the throne because they aren't suitable for you, and you don't want to be the emperor yourself. "    

    

Chu Fann didn't answer, but voiced out Zhao Tuo's thoughts.    

    

Zhao Tuo once again bowed in admiration. "Mr. Chu is right. I, Xumin, am a kind person. Although he doesn't know much about war and politics, he can still be a good emperor. "    

    

"Don't worry. Xumin and I are good brothers. I will support him. "    

    

Chu Fann nodded. He admired Zhao Tuo.    

    

An ordinary prince would want to be the Emperor, but Zhao Tuo was thinking for the sake of all the people in the world.    

    

Rustle! Rustle!    

    

Chu Fann found pen and paper and wrote down a lot of medicinal herbs. He smiled and said, "You follow this list and catch the medicinal herbs. There is hope for your legs to recover. "    

    

Hearing this, Zhao Tuo's entire body trembled. His eyes were filled with gratitude as he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, sir! Zhao Tuo will always remember your kindness!"    

    

It was not that Zhao Tuo had never seen an illness before, but many Profound Arts Masters said that it could not be cured.    

    

Today, when Chu Fann said that there was hope, Zhao Tuo was very excited.    

    

"Sir, may I ask how to cure the country. . . " Zhao Tuo asked a few more questions.    

    

Chu Fann casually replied, which made Zhao Tuo admire him repeatedly. He was very surprised.    

    

Two hours later, Zhao Tuo personally sent Chu Fann out of the palace.    

    

After leaving the Imperial Palace, Chu Fann prepared to go to the Beggar Gang to take a look.    

    

In the past few days, the number of people in the Earth Yin Sect had decreased by quite a bit, because the Hero Fighting Martial Meet was looking for trouble with the Earth Yin Sect.    

    

Along the way, Chu Fann had unleashed his courage.    

    

No matter what happened in the surroundings, it couldn't escape Chu Fann's detection.    

    

Fortunately, the people from the Earth Yin Sect didn't notice it. Chu Fann was happy and relaxed. He took a walk while walking.    

    

At the headquarters of the Beggar Gang.    

    

It was bustling with noise and excitement. Many elders of the Beggar Gang were gathered around the Sect Master, Hong Qier.    

    

In the center, there was a 3 meter tall statue carved with Chu Fann. The Beggar Gang had worshiped Chu Fann as a Heavenly God, and they would burn incense every day.    

    

"Sect Master, our Beggar Gang has many disciples joining us this time, and there are even ten Soul Creation Stage warriors among them. "    

    

Elder Nine Pouch and the unkempt Pan Hong said with a smile.    

    

Hong Qier stood on a wall and said with a loud and clear voice: "Everyone, I, Hong Qier swear to the heavens that I will develop Beggar Gang into the greatest sect in the world. It is not because there are too many people, but because they are strong!"    

    

"Roar! Roar!"    

    

"The greatest sect in the world! Long live the Sect Leader! Long live Mr. Chu Fann!"    

    

Many disciples of the Beggar Gang raised their wooden clubs and shouted happily.    

    

These disciples of the Beggar Gang were usually looked down upon by the other major powers when they traveled. They thought that they were just beggars.    

    

After learning that the new Sect Master was the original Young Sect Master, and that he was an Expert of Desolation Stage, many of them joined the Beggar Gang.    

    

At a certain moment.    

    

Rumble!    

    

A mile away from the Beggar Gang, dozens of figures flashed into the alley.    

    

These people were all wearing large bright yellow robes. On the left shoulder of the coat, there was a word "Martial" written on it.    

    

Hero Fighting Martial Meet!    

    

The person leading the group was Qin Zhantian from the Hero Fighting Martial Meet.    

    

Two days ago, Huang Lianghe from the Hero Fighting Martial Meet died in the Beggar Gang. Qin Zhantian had come under the orders of Ku Lingying to seek revenge.    

    

Not long after that, Qin Zhantian and the others arrived outside the headquarters of the Beggar Gang.    

    

"How dare you people of the Hero Fighting Martial Meet destroy the buildings of the Beggar Gang? What do you want?"    

    

Elder Pan Hong flashed out and pointed his finger at Qin Zhantian and the others as he shouted furiously.    

    

If this was in the past, perhaps Pan Hong would have admitted defeat immediately. But now, there was a new Sect Master and Mr. Chu Fann. He was not afraid!    

    

"A house? You bunch of beggars, this is a house? It's even worse than our toilet! You killed my father, Huang Lianghe, and my uncle, Huang Dashan. Why aren't you killing yourself? "    

    

A young man who looked similar to Huang Lianghe immediately walked out from beside Qin Zhantian.    

    

Pan Hong took a step forward and saw that the person who spoke was Huang Lianghe's son, Huang Yu.    

    

"Are you looking down on my Beggar Gang? You are courting death!"    

    

Pan Hong's expression suddenly turned cold. The courage in his body immediately gushed out.    

    

Huang Yu's face was filled with disdain, and he sneered, "Trash, I'm in my twenties. Sixth level Soul Creation Stage, you're in your thirties. You're only at the fourth level of the Soul Creation Stage. So what if I look down on you? If you can defeat me, I'll shut my mouth. "    

    

Swoosh!    

    

Hong Qier flashed over from afar, and he didn't make a move when he saw this scene.    

    

Qin Zhantian did the same, and he glanced at Hong Qier with surprise. He allowed Huang Yu to act as the vanguard and test the waters.    

    

"Hmph, I'll defeat you with one strike!"    

    

Pan Hong didn't look at Huang Yu at first. Instead, he turned his head to look at the statue in the middle.    

    

With a respectful expression, he bowed his head towards Chu Fann's statue, and Pan Hong began to form a hand seal.    

    

His body slightly bent, and his head was lowered humbly. The power of his entire body surged, and his courage worked on his back.    

    

The bowing stance!    

    

As the elder of the Nine Pouches, Pan Hong was fortunate enough to learn the second style of Beggar that Chu Fann had taught Hong Qier.    

    

"Eh? What is this posture of yours? It's like a dog slave, trash, look at my Blood Moon Peak Bull Style!"    

    

Huang Yu sneered and raised his two fists towards the sky.    

    

His entire body turned blood red, and his power fluctuated like a blood bull charging over.    

    

This Blood Moon Ox Stance's power was shocking, and it seemed like it was going to crush Pan Hong with a single move.    

    

Bang!     0

    

The two suddenly collided, and a burst of power spread out in all directions, causing the dust on the ground to fly away.    

    

Crack!    

    

At this moment, Huang Yu, who was floating in the air, actually had both his arms broken and his bones dislocated. Blood spurted out from his mouth as his body fell to the ground.    

    

He shouted in shock: "What kind of strange technique are you using? How can you beat me?"    

    

"Hmph, I've only learned half of the technique that Mr. Chu taught me, and I can already defeat you. You don't have the right to know this technique!"    

    

When Pan Hong saw that he was able to defeat someone who was two levels stronger than him in one move, he was incomparably shocked in his heart. He was even more respectful towards Chu Fann.    

    

Hong Qier slowly walked out and nodded his head approvingly at Pan Hong. "Very good. You have defeated someone who is two grades higher than you. You didn't lose face for Mr. Chu. "    

    

Who was Mr. Chu?    

    

The people of Hero Fighting Martial Meet were puzzled. When did the Beggar Gang have a Mr. Chu?    

    

"I never thought that the Beggar Gang would have its own cultivation technique. Who is your Mr. Chu? Call him out. "    

    

Qin Zhantian asked curiously.    

    

The order to take revenge on the Beggar Gang was merely an order from the Hero Fighting Martial Meet Master. There was no enmity between Qin Zhantian and the Beggar Gang, so he wasn't in a hurry to take revenge.    

    

"Teacher Qin, you have killed the Beggar Gang and Mr. Chu as well. . . Ah, it hurts!"    

    

On the ground, Huang Yu's arms were broken, and he howled in pain.    

    

Huang Yu had always been pampered and had never fought before. That was why even a tiny bit of his bones were broken. He was crying for his parents' pain.    

    

Hong Qier, Pan Hong, and the others didn't answer him. They felt that Mr. Chu Fann was incomparably divine. How could it be possible for someone like Qin Zhantian to know him?    

    

"Tell me, you want to kill me?"    

    

All of a sudden, a cold voice came from beside Huang Yu, who was lying on the ground.