After two sticks of incense.

Next to the Imperial City, in an open competition arena nearby.

As Ye Siming threw the eldest prince Gu Zixiao over his shoulder to the ground, the brothers' challenge ended in failure.

The surrounding princes all showed annoyance on their faces.

The first prince, Gu Zixiao, was exhausted. He lay on the ground and panted slightly.

His skill is the best among the princes.

There was also one person who was surrounded by enemy troops and killed two people back and forth.

But in the face of Ye Siming, the eldest prince always had the disadvantage.

Ye Siming only had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

He stretched out his hand to the eldest prince, Gu Zixiao smiled helplessly, and had to use the power of Ye Siming to stand up again.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, the eldest prince could only say: "We lost."

The fifth prince clutched his aching shoulders and walked quickly: "Big brother! This is my sister's life-long event, how can we easily admit defeat!"

The eldest prince looked serious, and scolded him sideways: "People must abide by the faith, not to mention that we challenge first, our skills are not as good as others, what can we do if we lose!"

The fifth prince gritted his teeth, obviously dissatisfied.

But when he looked around.

Just now, they fought in a group and swarmed towards Ye Siming. Not only did they not please him, but Ye Siming beat them one by one.

Even though Ye Siming held back his strength, several princes were still injured to varying degrees.

The second prince sprained his right wrist, the third prince sprained his foot, and the fifth prince was the first to be hit in the arm by Ye Siming, and immediately his entire arm became numb, and he couldn't exert himself at all.

Not to mention the tenth prince, as soon as he used the drug, he was swept by Ye Siming's palm.

The potion scattered in the air, and before Ye Siming was injured, the Twelve Princes who rushed over like a mountain fainted.

The poor twelfth prince fell to the ground before he could take action.

The tenth prince was afraid of his accident and did not continue to participate in the challenge.

His Royal Highnesses are majestic in various fields, and one day they will lose miserably in the hands of Ye Siming.

Say it out, lose face!

The fifth prince, Gu Zichen, said in a deep voice, "We won't just admit defeat. Nuo'er is our little sister who grew up spoiled, how could you be easily married off?"

Ye Siming lowered his eyes, his eyes were resolute and indifferent, and he slowly put down the rolled up sleeves.

His tone was cold and calm: "It doesn't matter, next time, the princes, if you still want to challenge me, of course I will accompany you to the end."

"This time you guys are different, I'm just a hand-trainer. Next time you call all your brothers, I'll welcome you at any time."

After saying that, Ye Siming smiled and raised his eyebrows, showing arrogance.

"Gu Nuo'er is not only your petted sister, but also the treasure I have worked so hard to get back."

"You won't give in easily, and of course I can't give up either."

Ye Siming waved his hand and turned away.

After he left, the brothers gathered together.

The second prince held the injured hand and hissed: "Wait next time, I will buy more than 300 people to beat them together, I don't believe it, Yong Yehou can't be punched twice?!"

The third prince tried to massage the injured wrist of the second prince.

Although the tone was gentle, it was cold: "Second brother, let's save it. Last time I heard from the governor of Jin State, Yongye Hou fought alone against a thousand people without hurting a single hair."

The tenth prince's blue eyes like the ocean were immersed in reason.

"I don't think it's a good idea to defeat him by force. This is to use our shortcomings to attack others' strengths."

Everyone looked at the tenth prince and asked together, "Then what should we do?"