Barbarian Throne

Zhang Debiao couldn't help but ask again: "What if I choose nothing? I neither seek refuge with the crown prince, nor with Nanming, nor with the emperor, so what should I do?"

Cameron Rich stroked Xiao Hei's head and said with a smile: "Then you can only become a dog that urinates everywhere and grabs territory."

Zhang Debiao fell into deep thought. The old man chuckled, stood up, yawned, and went back to the small shack to sleep. Zhang Debiao sat there and thought hard, becoming a bone or a dog fighting for territory were not his true thoughts. Apart from this, was there no other way to go?

Cameron Rich's metaphor of bones and dogs seems to have a deeper meaning. It is not just used to describe Yu Jing's vanity fair, but to inquire about his attitude towards life.

"Or, there is a third way..."

Zhang Debiao thought of the fists and thoughts of those fighting saints in the demiplane space of the dragon turtle in the temple, the tyrannical spirit that imprinted their own spirits in the void, God is me, I am God, everyone is his own Gods, perhaps only by reaching that step can they escape from the category of dogs and bones!

Thinking of this, Zhang Debiao felt relieved physically and mentally. He stood up and said with a smile, "In that case, let's make a bone first."

Putting on the magic apprentice's robe, Zhang Debiao and Xiao Hei strode towards the Prince's Mansion.

Cameron Rich looked at his back, with a trace of disappointment in his eyes, and murmured: "Didn't he see the third way? It's a pity that he has such a good qualification... For many years, on this road, only I was alone, and even my old friends made bones. This is really..."

"Lonely..."

Zhang Debiao came to the prince's residence and finally saw the prince up close. He once glanced at the prince from a distance and felt that the noble temperament was simply incomparable. Now when he looked at him up close, he felt that His temperament became lighter, as if he had stepped down from the altar. I wonder if it was because his mood had become nobler or because His Royal Highness deliberately restrained his momentum.

Crown Prince Zhou is the emperor's eldest son, named Bolen Andre. When he walked towards him, Zhang Debiao couldn't help but twitch his ears. Prince Buren turned out to be a master of fighting spirit. The fighting energy in his body was surging and extremely powerful. , impressively reaching a mountain-like height of fighting spirit!

The way his Dou Qi operates is extremely weird. Just listening to the sound of the Dou Qi flowing gives people a feeling of infinity and infinite scope!

Zhang Debiao's eyes flashed and he thought: "The royal family of the Zhou Dynasty has ruled the world for hundreds of years and has a rich collection of martial arts. It can be said that it is the most holy place in the world. Even the martial arts on the Qigong Dou Qi list, I am afraid there are many. And The blood of the holy dragon, dragon crystal and other precious alchemical materials are not uncommon in the royal family. It is not surprising that Prince Bolun has such cultivation."

Prince Bolun held his hand and said with a warm smile: "Aman, I have invited you many times, but you are finally willing to come. Come in quickly, the dance has begun!"

It has to be said that Prince Bo Lun appeared to be extremely approachable. He directly called Zhang Debiao by his nickname and narrowed the distance between the two. Although this was just a tactic to win over, Zhang Debiao couldn't help but have a good impression.

The prince invited him to the banquet, which was actually a palace dance held regularly after the new year. However, the palace dances at the prince's residence were obviously direct descendants of Prince Buren.

"Aman, let me introduce to you that this is Count Alexis, whose ancestor is a famous founding father and a hereditary count! This is Councilor Karl, who is also a hereditary noble..."

Zhang Debiao looked respectful and nodded to the direct descendants of Prince Bo Lun. These direct descendants were all nobles of the imperial capital, most of them had hereditary titles. They looked down upon him, a barbarian from the countryside, and he was just an obstacle to the prince's face. They pretended to be very interested in him, but when Prince Bo Lun finished the introduction, all the birds and beasts immediately dispersed, forming groups of twos and threes, toasting and chatting together, and occasionally letting out a knowing laugh, leaving Zhang Debiao there.

Prince Boren also had many people to greet, so he didn't want to accompany him. The Southern Xinjiang Barbarian quickly became the bare commander. Fortunately, he still had Xiao Hei by his side.

Zhang Debiao looked at these nobles and sneered in his heart: "His Royal Highness Bo Lun's structure is too small. He only recruits the big nobles in the city, but there are not many generals who lead troops! In addition to attending dances and playing with women, these nobles What else will you do?”

Although he did not have a deep understanding of Prince Bo Lun, after seeing this palace dance, Zhang Debiao knew that this prince could play tricks, but he did not have much ability. Compared with Prince Nanming who could lead troops to raid the enemy country, Zhang Debiao knew There seems to be some difference.

Thinking of this, he shook his head and laughed: "Why am I asking this? The prince's incompetence is his fault. Anyway, I won't stay in Yujing for a long time. I will leave when the time comes. Whoever becomes the emperor has nothing to do with me? Xiaohei, here There’s a lot of food, what do you want to eat?”

Xiao Hei's eyes widened as he stared at a fat nobleman, the Earl of Alenkos introduced by Prince Buren, and his saliva flowed down.

Zhang Debiao shook his head: "You can't eat this."

Xiao Hei stared at a plump lady again, blinked, and looked at his master pitifully. Zhang Debiao became angry and hit its little head twice, and said angrily: "You are not allowed to eat humans. I am talking about the roasted suckling pig on the flowing table. What do you think?"

Xiao Hei lowered his head, obviously not very interested in roast suckling pig. Zhang Debiao took out a magic core produced in the Shenyun Desert and threw it to it. The little guy immediately hugged it and began to chew it. A noble just walked up to the puppy. Xiao Hei suddenly grinned and whined in his throat. He made a threatening sound, almost breaking out and hurting someone.

Zhang Debiao quickly calmed it down and sighed. This mountain guard dog has become a bit violent since it evolved its second head. The adult hell dog has three heads, symbolizing loyalty, cruelty and killing respectively. Xiao Hei evolved The second head that came out was probably cruel.

"Xiao Hei is more irritable than before. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."

This boring palace banquet finally came to an end, and the nobles left one after another. Zhang Debiao was about to leave, when suddenly Prince Bolun smiled and said: "Aman, you practice swordsmanship, right?"

Zhang Debiao nodded in agreement.

Prince Boren smiled and said: "There are very few fighting skills passed down in swordsmanship. Throughout the ages, there are only a few sword masters who have made great achievements in practicing swordsmanship. It happens that there is a book of swordsmanship in the palace arsenal, which was left by the sword masters of the previous dynasty. The fighting skill is called Eight Gate Golden Lock Sword. I wonder if you are interested?"

Zhang Debiao was surprised and happy. Ever since he chose the tourmaline sword, he had been exploring it alone, but his sword skills were not good. If he could have the sword skills left by the sword master, his strength would definitely double!

Prince Buren clapped his hands, and Aaron Carter, who was standing aside, brought a gold plate with a satin-wrapped book on it. Zhang Debiao took it in his hand, opened it and browsed it over. It turned out to be an extremely exquisite knife technique, and he was very happy.

Prince Bolun glanced at the eight-door golden lock knife and smiled casually: "Aman, I wonder if your mentor, Mr. Brandela, is in Yujing? I have admired him for a long time and hope to have time. You can meet him."

"It turns out that my 'mentor' is named Brandela..."

Zhang Debiao muttered in his heart, put the eight-door golden lock knife into the space ring, and said seriously: "Back to Your Highness, my mentor has gone out to travel around the world, and I don't know when he will come back. If I see him, I will definitely tell the mentor to Your Highness. warm invitation."

Prince Bolun was a little disappointed, and then smiled and said, "I'll ask Aman to give you some kind words."

"Definitely, definitely!" Zhang Debiao nodded repeatedly and said: "Your Highness, there is no need to send it away, please come back!"

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After leaving the Prince's Mansion, Zhang Debiao took out the Eight-door Golden Lock Sword and read it over and over several times. He couldn't help but feel elated: "His Royal Highness the Prince is really generous, even the sword master's sword skills can be given away! The collection of the Zhou royal family is really rich, not only Knowing how many advanced fighting skills there are, it would be great if you could go in and browse and learn at will."

"It's a pity that I don't even know who Brandela is. If Brandela can't be invited by then, the prince will definitely be furious. I don't know how angry he will be. Who cares, he can be deceived for a while, but he can't be deceived. When I went down, I ran away as fast as I could..."

Returning to the Magic Guild, Zhang Debiao immediately began to study the Eight-Door Golden Lock Sword, absorbing the meaning of the words bit by bit, and then closed his eyes to rest. In his mind, he had already begun to perform the sword skills according to the sword skills, over and over again. Once again, until the sword technique is thoroughly understood and completely integrated into his consciousness and body, he jumps up, takes out the tourmaline sword, gathers his spiritual energy, and performs the first move of the Eight-door Golden Lock Sword.

There are eight styles and sixty-four variations of the Eight-Door Golden Lock Sword. Each style has eight changes. Zhang Debiao poured his spiritual power into the blade, completely activating the magic array and runes of the Tourmaline Sword. He immediately expanded his body and became the best in swordsmanship. The style unfolds.

Before the first change of the first move was performed, Zhang Debiao stopped, his fighting spirit churning endlessly, and he almost went off the rails and went crazy!

"This sword technique is extremely exquisite. It cannot be fake. Why can't it be used?"

Zhang Debiao thought carefully for a moment, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and suddenly realized: "The Sword Master must be like the fighting saints of our Southern Xinjiang barbarians. They have their own fists and spiritual thoughts. The Sword Master's sword skills definitely need to condense their own gods." Use your sword skills to your full potential!”

Thinking of this, Zhang Debiao's momentum suddenly changed, the Bridge of Life and Death appeared in front of him, and he immediately used the first change of the first style of the Eight-door Golden Lock Sword, and the movement of his fighting energy was unimpeded!

I saw the tourmaline sword shining brightly, rolling in the air, and a emerald green sword light rising into the sky, splitting through the void with a click, leaving a sword mark of more than ten meters long on the ground of the square!

Zhang Debiao took advantage of the situation and used the second change, and felt that his momentum instantly condensed to a peak that was unimaginable before, even far exceeding the level of other people's fighting spirit like a sword!

He was about to use this second change when suddenly the supply of fighting energy in his body was insufficient, and his momentum suddenly disappeared. The strong contrast made Zhang Debiao so sad that he almost vomited blood!

His fighting spirit was completely exhausted when he made the first change!

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Yesterday there was only one update. It was because Zhu was not satisfied with what he had written. He scrapped more than 10,000 words of the manuscript and had to re-imagine it. I burst into tears...