The man with triangular eyes said: "Then, if I want to marry the Ninth Princess, is it okay?" There was an uproar in the audience, and after the uproar, there was a cry of abuse, with the Ninth Princess being the goddess in his heart.

The elder looked at the Snow King who was on the stage in horror, and the Snow King looked at the Ninth Princess. At this moment, the Ninth Princess had returned to the VIP seat in the stand. She was clenching her silver teeth, clapping her hands and standing up, staring angrily.

The man on the stage had his chest heaving with anger. She had no memory of this man at all. Who knew if he saw her when she was out playing one day and he couldn't forget her. This kind of toad wants to eat swan meat.

She had seen many people who played tricks to show off themselves in front of her eyes, and even sent love letters directly, but she would just ignore them. This was the first time she heard such unreasonable requests.

The horn-eyed man added: "My set of sword skills is best used when the army is charging. Everyone has seen it just now. If the Snow King promises me, I will spread this set of sword skills to our army."

Naturally, it was impossible for the Snow King to marry his beloved daughter to someone else because of such a set of sword skills. When he was about to intervene, the Nine Princess spoke with beautiful eyes and cursed with tears: "You are wishful thinking..." But as he rolled his eyes,

She playfully scraped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the crook of her fingers, propped up the table with her palms and sat down playfully on the table. She swept away her angry face and said with a smile, "It's not impossible to marry me if you want."

The Ninth Princess Qingcheng couldn't help but laugh when she saw the second man's appearance, and said: "I keep my word, princess." Without waiting for the triangular-eyed man to reply, the Ninth Princess continued: "I admire my eighth brother the most. If you can win,

My eighth brother, I will marry you. If you can defeat him within ten moves, of course I will regard you as the person I admire the most, and it is okay to get married tonight." Ninth Princess raised a stick.

Her slender fingers were dangling in front of her face, her playful appearance, and her sweet voice made all the men on the field stare blankly, and even some women fell in love with her. Song Qianhe couldn't help but feel attracted to such a harmless little girl.

Heartfelt love.

After hearing this, the man with triangular eyes looked up to the sky and smiled proudly and said: "The Eighth Prince? Haha, I beat that fat pig until it was full of teeth two years ago. It doesn't matter if I beat him again this time."

Hearing this, the Ninth Princess smiled even more happily. The inner courtyard of the Palace Academy is not always open, but is open from time to time. Every time the inner courtyard is opened, there will be some cases that are recorded in the annals of history because of their great influence.

One of the things that had the greatest impact on the opening of the Inner Court this time was the issue of the real and fake prince. When the Inner Court was about to open, everyone scattered around to look for the Eighth Prince, but all failed. Some even found some civilians to pretend to be princes, among them.

A commoner pretended to be the Eighth Prince and was admitted to the hospital, attracting the remaining attention of various gangs. The real Eighth Prince still entered the inner courtyard as a commoner. The incident between the real and fake Eighth Prince happened a year ago, and the man with triangular eyes said

He defeated the Eighth Prince two years ago. Song Qianhe knew that this man was in trouble. The Ninth Princess was the one who had the best relationship with the Eighth Prince when he was still in the palace. After returning, the first person to know his identity in the inner courtyard was also the Ninth Princess.

The man with triangular eyes hummed: "What about the Eighth Prince? Do you dare to fight me?" Then everyone looked around and found that there was really no one like the Eighth Prince on the stage. Could it be that he didn't come to the competition at all, or he really gave up?

.Everyone looked at the Ninth Princess again, and saw that the Ninth Princess was still sitting on the table, holding the table with both hands, leaning forward slightly, blowing her beautiful silver hair in one direction, but it was a beautiful scenery.

The princess looked at one part of the venue with affectionate eyes and a smile.

Everyone looked and saw that it was where the injured man was lying. Next to the young man who had just been carried down was the hooded boy and the two doctors. The two doctors did not chase him away this time, but looked at him in surprise.

The hooded boy, the hooded boy's hand was placed above the abdominal wound of the newly injured person. The palm of his hand exuded a soft halo, just like his gentle smile. The young man's exposed intestines were like a thick red stripe.

The earthworms usually crawled back into the injured person's body bit by bit. Every time the intestines wriggled inward, dirty blood would flow out of the wound, making the wound smaller. Although it was very strange, there was an indescribable nausea.

Those nearby who could see clearly started retching.

In a short time, the young man's wounds had healed, and most of his energy had recovered. The hooded man stood up with satisfaction and looked at Song Qianhe with a smile. His smile was still so gentle. He reached out and took off the hood on his head, revealing

He has short silver-white hair. The symbol of the royal family is snow-white hair. He is also proud of the gray-white hair of his hair. The silver-white hair on this head is the most pure silver-white Song Qianhe has ever seen, but it is the symbol of the spiritual body.

This even made Song Qianhe a little jealous. On the stage, he also let out a slight exclamation at the appearance of this silver hair. Another girl with such silver hair was sitting on the jury table, shaking her small head and kicking

Feet, chuckling.

Song Qianhe couldn't help but trembled all over. Yes, because of what happened a year ago, the Eighth Prince had concentrated on his medical skills and the ability to return to heaven. Unexpectedly, he could already reach the state of flesh and bones. This scene was exactly after he lost to Diewu's sister.

The scene during the first attack was also the same one where the injured fell to the ground. The Eight Prince wanted to treat his injury. The teacher wanted to drive him away to avoid self-defeating. But at that time, the Eight Prince used the Kaitian Technique and jumped the teacher.

, but he was already sweating profusely when he used the Huitian Technique, and it took longer than now.

Looking at the injured person who could already sit up and the calm hooded boy next to him, Song Qianhe murmured: "That's right, this person is the Eighth Prince." When these words came out, Song Qianhe was completely panicked, thinking

What he just said, especially the treacherous rumor that the Eight Princes had been raped by a banshee, was told to him personally. He could no longer imagine it. Although Sikong Bingling was looking at him kindly, what did he think?

Why do I feel that there is murderous intent in that smile?

The Eighth Prince still smiled kindly, although he was actually furious in his heart that his most beloved sister would be married off by such a thin man with a weird appearance and a quick wit, but he could not curse, he was a

The prince, who carries the image of the Snow King family, must not only refrain from swearing, but must also be humorous. He teased: "It wouldn't be a bad idea to marry off a troublesome guy like you."

The Ninth Princess snorted cooperatively and said, "Then you lose on purpose."

The Eighth Prince smiled and said, "Oh, but I haven't been tortured enough by this troublesome ghost like you."

The Ninth Princess nodded with satisfaction and said with a silly smile: "Hey, stop talking nonsense and deal with him quickly."

The Eight Prince made a gesture of acceptance and did not say any more unnecessary words. He only glanced at the person opposite to know his approximate level. He shook his head casually, as if to relax his muscles and bones, but in fact he was

Waiting for the opponent to attack first, he seemed to feel that if he took the initiative against such an opponent, he would lose his dignity, but since he glanced at the opponent, he did not look at him again.

The man with triangular eyes was not angry because of the words and contempt he just said to the Ninth Princess. If it were anyone else, he would have pounced on him like a hungry wolf, but the young man in front of him who didn't feel murderous at all made him feel

I have an inexplicable feeling that this is the legendary Eighth Prince; the Eighth Prince whom the Ninth Princess admires the most; various rumors say that he has vicious methods and kills countless people; this is indeed not the fat pig he saw two years ago, with those tricks

The fat pig was beaten until he knelt down and begged for mercy, and an invisible pressure pressed on him. He kept calming himself and told himself that it was just a psychological effect caused by various rumors, but he still felt an inexplicable panic.

Song Qianhe looked at the two people quietly. One was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, while the other was looking around, as if a rabbit had seen a tiger. The other one looked around as if he was traveling around the mountains and rivers.

He didn't pay attention to the enemy opposite him at all. He found a spot where the Eight Prince's eyes were focused the longest and looked at it. There was sitting the person who had just been cured by the Eight Prince. That person was also looking at the stage, his abdomen.

All the muscles have recovered, and not even a scar can be seen. He was still injured just now while looking at the stage and touching his abdomen with his hands. He himself did not believe that he could sit under the stage so intact, but

His attention was completely focused on the stage, and there was no reason why he could miss this game.

Song Qianhe frowned. Compared with the man who wanted to steal his sister, the Eighth Prince seemed to be more concerned about whether his patient was really cured. Thinking of this, Song Qianhe's eyes seemed to drift back to three and a half years ago.

When he first met the Eight Princes, he didn't know that this man in simple clothes and smiling face was the Eight Princes. He completely regarded him as a commoner. After getting to know him, he understood one of the characteristics of this man, seriousness.

When he was acting, he was very serious, but if he became cynical, everyone would feel a headache. Thinking of everything in the past, and looking at the incomprehensible Eighth Prince now on the stage, Song Qianhe shook his head helplessly.

The Eighth Prince was impatient to wait. He stretched out his hand and raised a finger, pointing at the man with triangular eyes. Song Qianhe narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the calluses on the Eighth Prince's hand, trying to judge the Eighth Prince by the location and thickness of these calluses.

The weapon he is best at and the time he uses it, but what disappoints him is that there are no calluses on the hands of the Eight Princes. He does not use weapons at all but he is still very good at taking care of his hands. I heard that some men who are more female like to take care of their hands, but this

No matter how you look at it, the Eight Princes don’t seem to be biased towards women.

Song Qianhe shook his head and drove these boring thoughts out of his brain. At this time, the Eighth Prince opened his mouth, his voice still soft. He pointed at the enemy, raised his head slightly and said, "How do you want to die?"

Song Qianhe couldn't help but laugh - he was really crazy and domineering.

The man with the triangular eyes finally couldn't hold back his anger. He swung his knife and kicked the ground, jumped three feet high and shouted, slashing downwards with the knife. The speed and power of this knife were enough. This knife was the one that had just chopped down many people.

That move, at that moment, many ways to avoid this knife flashed through Song Qianhe's mind. Not only Song Qianhe, many people present were thinking about ways to avoid this fatal knife, and even thought of using this knife.

After it was not struck, it would change its direction and dodge again. So they all looked at the Eight Prince again to see how this legendary boy who defied the will of heaven would use to dodge the knife. The Eight Prince immediately answered them with his body.

The Eighth Prince moved forward a small step, opened his hand and swatted it casually on the triangular-eyed man's chest like a fly. The triangular-eyed man lay back, dead.

The injured sitting nearby struggled to get up and clawed their way up the steps to look towards the stage. Not only did many of them stand up from the stands and look towards the stage, the all-powerful man with triangular eyes just lay on the ground motionless.

, everyone thought it was just an ordinary slap, and then the man with triangular eyes would jump up handsomely and fight for another three hundred rounds.

The Ninth Princess jumped down from the stands and ran to the front of the stage to look at the stage in surprise. Diewu also rushed to the front of the stage, frowning and looking at it for a while. Diewu clicked her tongue, causing Song Qianhe and the Ninth Princess to look at it.

Facing her, Diewu lowered his head and bit his fingers and explained: "I just judged based on the little knowledge I have learned. When the man jumped up and swung the knife, the blood gathered from his body to his arms. However, the angle he swung the knife at was

What is needed at this time is the coordinated movement of the waist and chest muscles, and just now the Bataizi slapped him on the chest, causing his heart to suddenly contract and the blood to flow sluggishly. This man's current death state is somewhat similar to myocardial infarction."

The two of them looked at Diewu blankly, not knowing how to respond. At this time, a "Correct answer" came out to help them solve their doubts. Diewu suddenly raised his head and looked at the place where the sound came from. The Eighth Prince was standing there.

Squatting beside the martial arts platform, he looked at the three people with a smile.

Die Wu was stunned for a moment, then turned around and left with a "hum". The Eighth Prince shook his head helplessly, stretched out his left hand and put it on the little head of the Ninth Princess, stroking the smooth silver hair. The Ninth Princess seemed like a docile little girl.

He lowered his head like a kitten, as if he was enjoying it. His cute expression made Song Qianhe unable to take his eyes away. After touching it for a while, the Eighth Prince let go of his hand, looked at Song Qianhe and said, "It's your turn."
Chapter completed!