Facing Zhang Han, who had once suppressed him in Zhangtai Palace until he could not get out with his internal strength, the punch just now did not hold back at all.

"I am between brothers and that traitor Zhao Gao. The queen can kill Zhao Gao with one punch."

Zhang Han points to the end.

"Understood."

Ying Chengyu nodded, he was still far away.

In Zhang Han's hasty state, he fell down without even a single punch, which shows that he is only slightly stronger than Zhang Han.

But he was still in a good mood. Li Long was cheating, and it took decades of accumulation to bloom in an instant, but Ying Chenglong, with his peerless martial arts, was actually here to stay.

Humming a tune, he picked up the crown of heaven and put it on his head, and picked up the crown clothes and put them on.

When he put the palm-sized pistol into his arms, he was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked at Zhang Han, who was half a step behind, and said seriously:

"If you use a sword, can I beat you?"

"Your Majesty also uses weapons, and I am not the same enemy."

"Bullshit! You can kill anyone you want with a gun! Stop playing tricks on me. You and I hold the same sword. Whoever loses will win."

"Your Majesty is very successful."

Ying Chengyu looked suspicious.

"real?"

Zhang Han looked serious.

"real."

"Okay, I'll borrow the Yue girl's sword, and let's compete again."

The craftsmanship of Yue Nu's sword is the same as that of Zhang Han's sword, both made by Qin Mo.

It is countless times easier to make a long sword than a pistol, and it can be mass-produced long ago.

"this……"

Zhang Han looked embarrassed.

Facing Ying Chengyu who was not holding back at the same level, he could not hold back either. He would most likely hurt Ying Chengyu.

"Didn't you say that I have a great face? What does this expression mean now? Are you deceiving me?"

"No, your Majesty is indeed the winner. Your sword is already a magic weapon. How can there be so many magic weapons in the world?"

Given the strength of the two of them, the bronze weapons that are now widely used cannot last for more than a few rounds in their hands.

If the weapon is destroyed, doesn't it mean that you are bare-handed? Doesn't it mean that Ying Chenglong's victory is too great?

Ying Chengyu, who had the most evil heart from the inside out, immediately understood what Zhang Han meant and laughed angrily.

Zhang Han pulled out his sword and waved the three-foot green blade to ask.

"Both you and I are holding such a sword and fighting to the death. Who can survive?"

"..."

Zhang Han doesn't understand. The succession ceremony will be held at dawn and Ying Chengyu, who will become the second emperor of Qin, why is he always struggling with the issue of martial arts?

Are you so addicted to fighting all night long?

What's the use of being strong in martial arts? Why is ordinary courage so rare?

"Your Majesty should focus on state affairs and not follow the old path of our ancestors."

Ying Chengyu snorted coldly. He knew the answer from Zhang Han's unwillingness to explain clearly. He held a sword flower in his right hand and sneered:

"I am already an emperor, why can't I have some hobbies of my own?"

Zhang Han sighed inwardly and lowered his head to apologize.

He was originally very happy to have saved his life, but seeing Ying Chengyu in this state, his joy gradually faded away.

The new His Majesty treats people really well, but benevolence and righteousness are really not suitable for an emperor.

Pursue martial arts without thinking about national affairs, and lose one's ambition by playing with things.

Can such a majesty support the Qin Dynasty, which is facing widespread opposition? It is obvious that he cannot support it!

Zhang Han became depressed, but Ying Chengyu was much happier than he looked on the surface.

Zhang Han thought that Ying Chengyu didn't care about the succession ceremony. He was totally wrong.

If Ying Chengyu really didn't care, after the competition, he would find Qingmei, Dingxiang, Yue Nu and other big girls to sleep with and have a good time ejaculating.

He has been saving energy for nearly thirty years, longer than Afang Lilong!

The result of the competition with Zhang Han confirmed to him that he was not delusional. He had practiced "Yellow Emperor" to great perfection, and after all the ministers bowed their heads, it was complete.

"Yellow Emperor" should not be called "Yellow Emperor", it should be called "Emperor".

Ying Chengyu finally understood why no one had mastered this technique except "Yellow Emperor".

If you don't sit on the throne, you will never be able to practice this skill to the end!

But which king can bear such anger?

If a beautiful woman can see, touch, and distance herself, but can't make puffs, what's the point of what the king is doing?

For the king, martial arts is not even the icing on the cake, it is dispensable.

And the most irritating thing is that Huangdi announced the "Yellow Emperor" exercise method, but did not explain how to practice it to the top. This is inhumane!

If there was a tomb of the Yellow Emperor, Ying Chengyu felt that he would dig it out and pay his respects to his ancestor, and ask him face to face how the "Yellow Emperor" came to be known as the "Yellow Emperor" who ascended to three thousand heavens in one day!

At the age of twenty-three, Ying Chengyu had already completed his work "The Yellow Emperor". No matter how hard he was on the balcony, he could not make any progress. The reason why he continued to spend the night on the balcony for several years was because he was unwilling to do so.

If he had known that he was only one step away from sitting on the throne, he would have just sat on it and waited for a while before coming down.

Why bother sharpening the iron pestle every day? This is not a waste of time!

I entered the Qin Ancestral Temple with a smile on my face, and the insect repellent incense that Ying Chengyu liked to smell was still in my nose.

But this time he didn't cover his nose. No matter how unpleasant the smell was, it was still better than the smell of blood and burning corpses left outside.

Ying Chengxuan walked to the tablets of the ancestors of the Qin Dynasty and took down the tablet with the name of King Qin Zhaoxiang in an extremely rebellious manner. If Jiu Qingzhi Fengchang saw this disrespectful behavior towards his ancestors, he would stop it even at the risk of his life.

Ying Chengyu held his grandfather's spiritual tablet in the air with both hands, tilted his head and looked at it again and again.

"Grandpa, if you don't come out, I will burn your rank."

For a long time, the only sound in the palace was the beeping sound of ever-lasting candles, and there was not even a breath of wind in the ancestral temple with the two doors closed.

Ying Chengyu turned his head and looked around more than once. Holding his grandfather's tablet, he was like a night wandering god, wandering back and forth in the Qin Ancestral Temple.

In the Xianyang Palace, his grandfather gave him instructions in his dream. This incident made him unforgettable for a long time.

And after "Yellow Emperor" had a breakthrough due to the voice of the officials, he became even more doubtful about the dream.

Gui Guzi, Zhao Gongming, Xu Fu, Mi Sui, these people have demonstrated their magic in front of him more than once.

Although he didn't know the reason for some things, they did exist.

Turning around, turning around, he didn't feel anything unusual at all.

There was no sudden sleepiness, nor was there an unusual cold that penetrated the bone marrow.

Except for the flickering of the candlelight caused by his figure getting faster and faster, nothing in the ancestral temple changed.

The memorial tablets of the ancestors that were raised high above did not fall down or make any sound.

When Ying Cheng was tired, he lay down on the animal skins prepared in advance, closed his eyes in front of the memorial tablets of Qin's ancestors, and fell asleep.

The candles were still burning, and so were the tablets, standing there quietly. They were just pieces of wood.

When Ying Chengyu woke up again, the light from outside had penetrated the white cloth on the window and entered the hall.

Ying Chengyu sat up slowly. He slept well, but he was not in a good mood because he had no dreams.

"They are all small paths, and they cannot mess with my Taoist mind. My grandfather was right, no witchcraft or yin-yang magic is useless."

He put back his grandfather's spiritual tablet that he had held all night, opened the palace door, pointed at the bright sky and shouted:

"I'm going to take over the throne now! If you can, come and kill me with a rain of meteorites!"

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Chapter completed!