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More than ten assassins with broken bones and broken tendons were brought to the great hall. All of the people in the imperial court were wondering in their hearts, who would look for trouble to assassinate Syrika? Even if he wanted to assassinate him, he should have appeared between the other princes. What's the use of killing a Fifth Prince without any power or background?

While the court officials were discussing in confusion, Third Prince, who was standing on the right side of Joy the Great, had an ugly expression on his face.

The Joy the Great also felt that it was strange, seeing the more than ten people lying on the ground, he frowned and thought: "Seeing that these dozen people are at least at the early stage of the Cyan Stage, the strongest within the Fifth Elder's residence is only at the late stage of the Green Stage, how did they manage to capture this group of people?"

However, he also knew that with Syrika's cry, everyone knew that it wasn't important to capture these people. The most important thing was to uncover the mastermind behind this, and so he shouted: "Who ordered you to assassinate Fifth Prince?"

"Third Prince! It was Third Prince that told us to do this! "

The dozen or so people spoke in unison, without any hint of reason. Under the effect of the Great Art of Soul Shifting, how could they control their own intentions? Immediately, the officials were in an uproar, all looking at the Third Prince, revealing 120000 points of doubt.

Third Prince took a step forward and kneeled on the ground, crying out in injustice, "Royal father, you have to be clear-headed, how can I send someone to assassinate fifth brother? We are brothers, and what is my motive? I don't know any of these people. "

After he finished speaking, he turned towards Syrika and said in pain: "Fifth brother, I know that you have always been disregarded, and so my heart is a little unbalanced. "Third brother admits that he doesn't care enough for you, but if you frame third brother like this, I …"

Syrika laughed coldly in his heart, and then gritted his teeth on his tongue with hatred once again. He was in so much pain that tears rolled down his face as he cried out: "Royal Father! How could I wrongly accuse third brother? Who didn't know what Syrika was like in the past? This son of mine is also unwilling to argue any further. I ask royal father to order one of my subordinates to ascend to the palace. Everything is naturally clear now. "

The Joy the Great started to hesitate. If the Third Prince really sent someone to assassinate the Fifth Prince, what should he do? If it were anyone else, he would have mercilessly taken action against them. It was not for Syrika, but to protect the dignity of the imperial family. Not to mention he was a prince, even if he was a dog from the royal family, beating a dog would still depend on the owner.

Once this messenger turned into a Third Prince, he would be at a loss of what to do. Amongst all of his sons, the ones he valued the most were the first prince, the Third Prince and the sixth prince, and the next emperor he had planned in his heart would be picked from these three as well. Syrika had only been made a prince because of a trace of guilt in his heart, and with his mother's lowly background, he simply didn't have the qualifications to inherit the throne.

However, when Syrika cried like this, his tears filled the entire city and alleyway. He cried like this until the entire world knew, if he did not properly handle this matter, he would definitely be criticized. Especially during the special period when war broke out on the mainland. If some people who had the intention to instigate the war decided to vent their anger on the people, the consequences would be dire.

"Orchestra!"

In the end, the Joy the Great still decided to wait and see.

Not long later, an ordinary-looking young man who looked to be in his twenties walked in from outside the palace hall. He was the masked Lan Feng. After entering the great hall, he bowed towards Joy the Great.

Third Prince's eyes lit up, new hatred and old hatred started to surge out, he pointed at Lan Feng and shouted, "To think that you're not kneeling at all when you see his majesty, drag him out and kill him!"

Lan Feng remained unafraid, and said with a sneer: "Your Majesty is still here, yet you already gave the order, is Third Prince and the rest impatient?"

When these words came out, the hearts of all the ministers in the court froze. At this moment, they had given this seemingly ordinary young man an extraordinary definition. At the same time, Third Prince's face turned pale and he kneeled down to Joy the Great with a 'pu tong' sound, his entire body shivering.

The Joy the Great glared at him, then waved his hand to signal him to stand up. He looked at Lan Feng and said in a heavy voice: "Speak of the reason why I didn't kneel, this king will spare your life."

Lan Feng smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, I am just a wandering person who follows my master to cultivate. I don't care about worldly affairs, and I don't belong to any country's people. Why should I kneel?"

"But Fifth Brother said that you are his subordinate, and he is the prince of Tian Luo Duchy."

"It is true that I am a subordinate of the Fifth Prince, but this relationship is limited to me. I did not buy my body for him, nor am I his slave. Since that's the case, what does his being a prince of the Tian Luo Duchy have to do with me? Only the slave will decide his own identity as the master. "

The Joy the Great was filled with rage, he hated Lan Feng to death in his heart, but he was unable to say anything out. He snorted coldly and said, "Fine, let this matter rest here, Ol 'Five said that you can prove this matter. Now, this King has the chance to be proven by you. If you can't do it, then don't blame me! "

Lan Feng took out a few tokens and threw it at the ten over assassins, then laughed: "Does this even need proof? Their entire bodies were swollen, and they didn't look human after being beaten. Everyone naturally didn't recognize them, but the medallions on their bodies couldn't be fake. These are all the generals of His Highness the Third Prince, is this also wrong? "

When the order badge appeared, the entire hall seemed to explode. A few guards walked over, picked up the order badge and looked through it, then nodded towards Joy the Great.

This time, Third Prince could no longer hold it in and kneeled on the ground and kowtowed as if he were kowtowing, "Royal father, this son was muddle-headed and made such a huge mistake. May Royal father consider mother's actions …"

"Shut up!" Joy the Great shouted angrily: "You bastard! You actually sent someone to assassinate your own brother, where is your conscience? Fortunately, you didn't make a big mistake, get lost and go back to your prince's mansion. You're not allowed to leave for half a year. Take these bastards away! "

As if they received an amnesty, Third Prince thanked him profusely. The ten odd officers that were lying on the ground were brought away, while Syrika's face became extremely ugly. Was he going to let it go just like that? [This is an assassination attempt. Isn't it too light if it only took half a year?]

Just as he was about to say something, Lan Feng secretly shot him a glance and turned to the Joy the Great, bowing deeply. "Your majesty is wise and wise.

Joy the Great wanted nothing more than to tear him into one hundred and eighty pieces. This method of showing praise and ridicule had caused him to be unable to vent his anger again, and he looked deeply into his eyes.

Suddenly, he felt that it was a little too excessive, he smiled at Syrika: "Ol 'Five, your Third Brother really went overboard this time, but you should believe that he was definitely impulsive. After all, he is your blood brother. How about this, I will temporarily assign one of his troops to you. This half a year will depend on your performance, Father will promise you, as long as you can lead this army, I will assign another one to you after this half a year! "How about it?"

Syrika did not care about the troops anymore, but he still had to put on an act. He appeared to be overjoyed, trembling with excitement, kowtowing to express his gratitude, promising to go through fire and water for the sake of the empire, while praising his father for his brilliance and so on.

In the end, the Joy the Great still focused his attention on Lan Feng. "This king doesn't know how to address you, and you said that you followed your master for cultivation, so I don't know who your master is?"

"My master doesn't care about worldly affairs, I'm afraid no one knows him. According to his elders, there are very few people who know him."

"Then your master's name is?"

"Xi Yun."

"Mad God Xi Yun!"

The Joy the Great exclaimed, the Duke in the middle was even more shocked, how could they not know who Xi Yun was? That is a Purple Stage Ranker that everyone on the continent knows!

Lan Feng immediately revealed a doubtful expression and asked: "Could it be that His Majesty knows my master?"

"About this," Joy the Great stuttered for a good while, then suddenly changed his expression, and asked: "How do you prove that you are Grandmaster Xi Yun's disciple?"

"Oh, I can't prove it either. If Your Majesty doesn't believe me, then forget it."

"Since you are Master Xi Yun's disciple, and the so-called famous teacher has a great disciple, do you have any interest in looking for someone to spar with?"

"It's better to obey than to be respectful!"

Joy the Great waved his hand lightly, and a middle aged man standing not far from him immediately walked out, and stopped ten metres away from Lan Feng. The group of generals released their battle qi and erected their shields. As for the weaker civil servants, they retreated far away, and an empty field with a diameter of over thirty meters appeared in the middle of the hall.

The man was no less than two meters tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, exuding an awe-inspiring aura. He drew the double-handed greatsword on his back and said, "Take out your weapon!"

Lan Feng held his hands together and chuckled: "Do I look like I have a weapon?"

"Then …" The man tossed the greatsword on the ground and said, "Since that's the case, let's spar empty-handed. You go first!"

"Seeing that you are only at the middle stage of the Cyan Stage, if I go first, you won't have the chance to fight. You go first."

Lan Feng's voice was extremely soft, but in the man's ears, it became the greatest mockery. He, the dignified captain of the royal family's guard, was actually looked down upon like this, how could he endure?

Fiery red battle qi suddenly exploded, and a layer of hot air current enveloped his entire body. His fists were clenched so tightly that creaking sounds could be heard. With a loud roar, his body shot towards Lan Feng like a sharp arrow, his right fist struck out swiftly and a billowing heat wave assaulted his face, forming a fiery red pillar of air.