Daqin: This prince always wants to rebel

The next day, early morning.

Qin Lang was boxing alone in the courtyard.

Today, Qin Xi did not come.

He didn't feel any surprise about this.

Because today is the day when King Pingyang goes to the palace to report things.

As a slave to his daughter, Qin Tianyuan cannot not keep his daughter by his side.

After boxing all morning, washing up and changing into black clothes, Qin Lang went straight to Qin Anyu's residence.

As soon as he entered the hospital, Qin Lang saw Qin Anyu on the lawn, standing on his head and doing push-ups with one hand and one finger.

Listening to the other person's mumbling, he has already done 9852 handstand push-ups.

"I wonder why His Highness the Crown Prince came to see me."

Seeing Qin Lang's arrival, Qin Anyu still looked calm and continued to do handstand push-ups with one hand and one finger.

"I just want to fight with you."

"..."

Qin Anyu was stunned on the spot.

The movement also stopped.

He looked at Qin Lang with a confused expression.

"What? You don't dare to fight against Gu?"

Qin Lang's tone was slightly provocative.

"No, I'm just worried that if I can't control my strength, I will directly cripple you, Prince."

Qin Anyu looked calm.

"Listening to what you said, Gu should think you have confidence? Or do you think you can't beat Gu?"

Qin Lang's tone was still full of provocation.

Qin Anyu's face darkened, and his eyes gradually became cold.

"Since the prince wants to be beaten, then I will accompany him to the end."

Without thinking too much, he agreed decisively.

After all, growing up, no one has ever provoked me like this.

Even if he is the prince, he is not afraid at all.

The corners of Qin Lang's mouth curled up slightly, obviously achieving some purpose.

"Then follow me to the martial arts arena."

"I can't leave here without permission. If you want to fight, fight here."

"This place is too small to let go and fight. Besides, you don't have to worry about being alone since you are alone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Lang turned around and strode away.

After hesitating again and again, Qin Anyu started to follow.

Not long after, the two came to the martial arts arena.

An area covering an area of ​​five square kilometers.

In the huge martial arts arena, countless "Zongren Mansion" guards were gesticulating with each other.

After glancing at his surroundings, Qin Lang found the manager of the place and asked him to clear the place.

Although Yu Chengwen was reluctant, because Qin Lang was still the prince, he had no choice but to have people clear the place.

After no one disturbed them, Qin Lang and Qin Anyu came to the center of the martial arts arena and looked at each other ten meters apart.

The people around him watched quietly.

Yu Chengwen is even more ready to intervene at any time.

After a moment of stalemate, Qin Anyu's eyes flashed coldly, and he took the lead to attack. He took a step with his right foot, and there was a "bang" sound, and a pit was stepped on the ground.

Qin Lang pursed his lips slightly.

Although he had noticed that Qin Anyu did not use all his strength, he could still clearly feel that the other party did not intend to let go.

"boom!"

In an instant, Qin Lang held his breath and concentrated, his face was serious, and he rushed out in an instant.

When he was about to approach Qin Anyu, he made fist seals with his hands and showed strong momentum.

An extremely fierce fist suddenly exploded!

Feeling the pressure from Qin Lang's punch, Qin Anyu immediately adjusted his momentum and punched out.

The powerful fist is like a volcano suddenly erupting, and a powerful fist with thunderous force that no one can resist is formed in an instant.

And with fierce and invincible momentum, he rushed out without hesitation!

"boom!"

Between fists colliding.

The deafening roar echoed in all directions.

The collision of two terrifying fists was like a comet striking the moon, with smoke and dust rising everywhere, and air waves suddenly sweeping in all directions.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

The moment the two fists collided.

Hundreds of punches were fired at each other in an instant, and each of them also used their feet.

"What a fast punch!!"

Yu Chengwen, who was watching the battle not far away, was shocked.

The guards around him took a breath of cold air.

They never expected that the two young men in front of them not only punched hard, but were also extremely fast.

Every punch they fired was accompanied by a harsh sound of breaking wind, which was frightening and shocking.

After hundreds of rounds of fighting, Qin Lang became more and more excited.

The punches are more ferocious.

He had fought against people from the "Zongren Mansion" before, but due to his status as the prince, they had never fought seriously.

This also made him very unhappy.

Nowadays, Qin Anyu doesn't care at all that he is the prince, and exerts all his strength just to defeat himself.

When the two were fighting, outside the martial arts arena, on top of a seven-story attic, two men were watching the battle.

One man has delicate features and a double beard on his upper lip; the other man has a slim build and a delicate face. They both appear to be in their thirties.

These two men are both the twenty-four envoys of the "Zongren Mansion", and their cultivation levels are extremely powerful.

The man with a mustache is named Ye Luo. He is a sixth-level Dharma Realm and a seventh-level heaven. He is good at all kinds of assassinations and is known as the life-threatening Shura.

The man with an elegant and comely face is named Chen Hao. He is in the sixth level of the Dharma Realm and the seventh heaven. He is good at various disguises and is known as the Ghost Faced Man.

"I didn't expect these two people to explode with such powerful power without even using their combat skills!"

Ye Luo sighed with emotion.

Lao Ye, who do you think will stand in the end, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince or the Little Prince?"

Chen Hao asked curiously.

"If it had been anyone else, the prince would have stood at the end, but the prince was facing the youngest son of King Ruiqing."

Ye Luo answered slowly, with a trace of solemnity on his face.

Obviously, he was worried that Qin Anyu would strike too hard and cause serious damage to the prince.

"I think the ultimate winner will be the prince."

Chen Hao smiled charmingly, as if he had expected it.

Ye Luo said: "Since we each hold our own opinions, how about a small bet?"

"What kind of bet?"

"Guess who will win in the end, the prince or the little prince! If anyone wins, the loser must treat the winner to a drink of Baili Zui from Longjiu Villa."

"good!"

Chen Hao readily agreed.

"Have you not used all your strength yet?"

Sensing that Qin Anyu's power was hidden, Qin Lang raised the corners of his mouth slightly and increased his strength to punch one after another.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

I feel that Qin Lang's power is getting stronger and stronger.

Qin Anyu naturally stayed with him to the end.

In just a few moments, the two fought against each other for hundreds of rounds.

"If you only have this little power, then you really make Gu Tai look down on you."

Qin Lang clenched his right hand into a fist and punched it out with force.

"Roar!"

The force is powerful and heavy, fierce and unyielding, like a fierce tiger roaring through the mountains and forests, shocking the heaven and earth.

"boom!"

After receiving such a punch, Qin Anyu's body flew dozens of meters away and rolled on the ground dozens of times.

After quickly stabilizing his body, he kicked off his feet and quickly jumped up. His face turned pale, and a wisp of blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Qin Anyu's eyes were bloodshot and he was exuding a powerful aura. He was obviously completely angered.

Seeing that Qin Anyu was going to use all his strength to fight him, Qin Lang's eyes flashed with excitement and he killed him with a single lunge.

"Sla!!!"

Just as he was charging forward, Qin Anyu's clothes exploded and were torn into pieces almost in an instant.

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