Chapter 6 The Second Realm of Martial Arts
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More than a dozen figures, walking in the air, appeared above the Diyuan Mine Cave almost at the same time.

The speed was so fast, like thunder, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

Looking at the figure in the air, Zhou Haochen's eyes fixed.

"Big brother, second brother, third brother, seventh brother..."

“It’s coming so fast!”

The hexagram had already indicated that the Crown Prince, the Second Prince and others would not miss the idea of ​​recruiting a successor to the Dragon Sparrow Sword.

But who will Fang Dongyun choose?
If we only look at his family background, then he must be the prince.

After all, Marquis Linjiang is very close to the prince, and Fang Dongyun, as the son of Marquis Linjiang, should be on the same front.

But after seeing what happened to Fang Dongyun in Linjiang Marquis’ Mansion, the Second Prince might not be without a chance.

As for not helping either side, it would be like sitting on the mountain and watching tigers fight.

Fang Dongyun is not qualified yet.

Not everyone can remain neutral in the fight for succession.

Without status and background, the so-called neutrality will only offend both parties at the same time.

Fang Dongyun, who had just completed the inheritance, saw several princes coming, his expression remained unchanged, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Greetings to all the princes."

"As expected of the descendant of Marquis Linjiang, a good father will have a good son!" The prince showed a hint of approval in his eyes, "Fang Dongyun, are you willing to be the guard of the Eastern Palace?"

When Fang Dongyun heard the three words "Marquis of Linjiang", a hint of gloom appeared in his eyes.

The second prince on the side was not to be outdone and took the initiative to show goodwill to Fang Dongyun.

"Fang Dongyun, the East Palace is full of talented people. How can my elder brother take care of everything by himself? If you are willing to join my mansion as a guard, I can ask the Xuanwu Army God General to teach you the method of military formation."

Guidance from the Xuanwu Army’s general!

Fang Dongyun's heart was moved by the second prince's promise.

The Xuanwu Army is one of the twenty-four armies of Dayu.

The generals leading each army are all martial arts masters who are proficient in the art of military formations.

For Fang Dongyun, getting guidance from the divine general is like finding a treasure.

The Crown Prince smiled with a fake smile, as if he had long been accustomed to the Second Prince opposing him at every turn.

"Fang Dongyun, I have a good relationship with the gods of the White Tiger Army, the Emperor Jiang Army, and the Kuiniu Army. I can ask these three gods to guide you in the future."

The promises made by the Crown Prince and the Second Prince made the clerks from the Ministry of Works present there so jealous that they breathed rapidly, and they wished they could replace Fang Dongyun.

Fang Dongyun, who was in the vortex, was very calm and said with a bow.

"Thank you both Your Highnesses for your kindness."

"This matter is of great importance. Please allow me to discuss it with my father."

"It should be so. Marquis Linjiang doesn't know this good news yet. As a son, you must not let Marquis Linjiang down." The prince encouraged and the smile on his face became more intense.

Marquis Linjiang himself has a very close relationship with him. What will be the result of Fang Dongyun's discussion with Marquis Linjiang? Is there any need to think about it?

The Crown Prince looked at the Second Prince provocatively.

The second prince noticed the smugness on the crown prince's lips, his expression became gloomy, and he snorted coldly.

……

Fang Dongyun inherited the Dragon Sparrow Sword, and the news was so grand that it could not be concealed at all.

In less than an hour, the news spread throughout Yujing City.

Linjianghou Mansion, study.

The air was filled with solemnity and depression.

Marquis Linjiang, who had just returned from the military camp, asked Fang Dongyun to come to the study to see him before he had time to take off his armor.

Looking at Fang Dongyun's young face, Linjiang Hou felt filled with emotion.

The most unpopular bastard actually inherited the Dragon Sparrow Sword. What a twist of fate!
This is the inheritance of a martial arts master at the eleventh level!

What a great opportunity!
Marquis Linjiang did not say anything, so Fang Dongyun lowered his head and did not speak either.

After a moment's silence, Marquis Linjiang finally spoke.

"Dongyun, since you have won the favor of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, you will go to the East Palace from tomorrow and serve His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Although you are not eligible for the title of Marquis of Linjiang, if you can make contributions to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, you will surely be rich and powerful in the future."

Linjiang Hou was used to having the final say in the army, and he gave Fang Dongyun an order in an unquestionable tone. Fang Dongyun raised his head suddenly, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Father, I have a request."

"Say!"

Linjiang Hou frowned.

"My mother died in an unclear manner. I ask you, father, to find out the truth and give her justice..."

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A red palm print appeared on Fang Dongyun's face.

Linjiang Hou's expression turned grim, like the thousand-year-old black ice in the far north, emitting a terrifying chill.

"justice?"

"What's justice?"

"Are you asking your father to favor his concubine and kill his wife?"

"If you serve His Royal Highness well and make contributions, you may even be able to ask for an imperial decree for your mother, which will allow your mother to be moved to the ancestral tomb."

Linjiang Hou's attitude made Fang Dongyun's mood plummet.

The bone-chilling coldness crept up to the top of my head, as if I were in the coldest days of winter.

He bit his lips tightly, and his fists were clenched tightly in his sleeves, with a faint squeaking sound.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is inviting my father to a banquet tonight. You can come too."

"I know, father!"

"Okay, step back."

After leaving the study, Fang Dongyun returned to his remote courtyard with heavy steps.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a strange middle-aged man standing in the courtyard.

"Who are you?" Fang Dongyun's eyes narrowed.

"Second Prince's Chief Secretary, I greet Master Fang..."

……

Palace, quiet room.

He held the tiger talisman in his palm, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated.

A trace of red dragon energy was drawn out from the tiger talisman.

Roar--

Invisibly, Zhou Haochen seemed to hear a trace of the wailing of dragon energy, resisting Zhou Haochen's extraction.

"Resist tenaciously!"

Zhou Haochen sneered. Daxia had been destroyed for a thousand years.

How can the remaining dragon energy resist me?
Buzz!
The Ancient Emperor's Dragon Transformation Sutra was running to its extreme, and a terrifying devouring force erupted from the palm of his hand.

The remaining dragon energy of the previous dynasty seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and it let out a series of blood-wrenching wails.

Inside the tiger talisman, a small red dragon was struggling frantically.

But it could not stop the wisps of red dragon energy from being drawn out.

Red dragon energy surged into Zhou Haochen's body.

These dragon energies are extremely tonic. As they flow into the body, the Ancient Emperor Dragon Transformation Sutra starts running like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins.

Behind Zhou Haochen, an illusory black dragon shadow appeared and disappeared, vivid and lifelike.

In the previous dynasty, Daxia was the people’s destiny was fire, and the dragon energy was red.

The founder of this dynasty destroyed Da Xia and was blessed with the Water Virtue. Therefore, the dragon energy of Dayu is black, and the shadow he cultivated is also a black dragon.

The illusory black dragon roar behind him seemed to be excited by taking drugs, and the dragon shape became more and more condensed.

A quarter of an hour later.

There was a crackling sound coming from Zhou Haochen's body, like frying beans.

If you look inside the skeleton, you can see that all 206 bones in Zhou Haochen's body are trembling slightly.

The color is like jade, the hardness is like steel, and it is a whole.

It has an indescribable beauty.

Boom!
An invisible force emerged from the jade bones and merged into the blood.

The second level of martial arts - blood transfusion!

(End of this chapter)