In the end, under Bai Zhizheng's request of "being selfless and sacrificing one's life for righteousness", everyone did not deliberate for too long and couldn't wait to throw the white jade pendants in their hands to Mr. Bai for safekeeping to ensure that no accidental injury would be caused.
At this point, the reputation of the White Swordsman is at its peak, and the limelight is unparalleled for a while.
Even though there were still people who were unwilling to give up, Bai Zhizheng's growing cultivation, coupled with the purple aura that although invisible to the naked eye, had vaguely affected people's hearts, made everyone dare not have any objection at least in words.
Early the next morning, Zou Yanwen still said goodbye to Qingyun and Qingyun with his seriously injured body, preparing to find another place to recover from his injuries.
Before leaving, Qingyun once again inquired with him in detail about what happened last night. He also learned that although Li Lingjun was still alive, the demonic dead soldiers had suffered all casualties, which inevitably made him more worried.
"Sister, how could things develop like this?"
Qingyun looked at the blue swordsman's hunched back with confusion, and asked softly.
"Who knows."
Xiao Luoyi also exhaled a long breath and fell silent after replying these few words.
As Qingyun expected, shortly after the end of this round of four-party meeting, he received the invitation conveyed by Bai Zhizheng to Yao Pofeng.
"Brother Yun, Bai Zhizheng must have gotten the news that you and Sister Xiao were hiding here after the war started. Now he has specified that he wants to see you and said that he has something to ask. You see..."
In the Chinese army camp of the Er Shao Gang, Yao Pofeng dismissed everyone, leaving only Qingyun and Xiao Luoyi, and asked in a deep voice.
"Did he explain why?"
Although Qingyun raised his eyebrows, he still asked very calmly.
"No, but don't worry, if you don't want to go, I will immediately send someone to summon you to refuse, so that he won't dare to reveal the trouble now!"
Yao Pofeng said fiercely, and at the end he didn't forget to spit.
The second young master had always had a bad impression of Bai Zhizheng, who he regarded as a hypocrite.
"It's okay, Brother Feng, did he only invite me?"
Shaking his head indifferently, Qingyun glanced at Xiao Luoyi quietly and asked again.
"Yes, what, you really want to go?"
"Um."
Qingyun nodded.
"No!"
With a pretty face, Xiao Luo flatly refused.
"It's okay, sister. Since Bai Zhizheng made it clear to Brother Feng, it can't be some kind of Hongmen Banquet, so he won't do anything to me."
The young master first gave Witch Xiao a warm and calm smile, and then said:
"I happen to have some things that I want to check with Bai Zhizheng, don't worry."
"Brother Yun, have you thought about it?"
Looking at the determination on Qingyun's face, Yao Ershao, as his only friend, naturally understood that the young master had made up his mind.
"Yes, Brother Feng, you don't have to follow me. Don't worry, I still have a white jade pendant here. At worst, I will die together with Bai Zhizheng, haha!"
"Nonsense!"
Xiao Luoyi pinched Qingyun's ears hard and asked again, "You really don't want me to accompany you?", but what he got in return was the young master's shameless teasing:
"I'm afraid that if we get into a fight with Bai Zhizheng, eldest sister, you will betray me~"
Hearing this, Witch Xiao rolled her eyes at him angrily and spat out "Poor talk", but she still gave him a gentle warning:
"Be careful."
"Okay, don't worry!"
Qingyun smiled faintly, and the sparkle in his eyes flashed away.
Although Bai Zhizheng only invited him, Yao Pofeng finally escorted him all the way to Zhizhengtang's camp.
Of course, he did not enter it, but took a sidestep and stayed outside, which was also a disguised way of suppressing Qingyun, because he really couldn't understand why Bai Zhizheng invited Brother Yun alone.
"Is it for Xiao Luoyi?"
The second young master scratched his head and pouted, feeling puzzled in his heart.
Regarding Qingyun's arrival, the entire Zhizhengtang suddenly fell into a strange silence.
Everyone put down what they should be doing and shouldn't be doing, and stared at the sword-bearing boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with unkind eyes.
Qingyun felt all kinds of energy swirling around his body, and he was already stumbling a little before he had gone very far.
After all, he is a late-stage cultivator in the Hundred Meridians Realm. He is only in the middle or upper reaches of the current thirty-three realms, let alone the pressure of many multi-realm monks.
"Damn, the more people are bullying the less people?!"
Second Young Master Yao roared outside the camp, which immediately dispersed all the energy that was coming from all directions, and also attracted those aggressive eyes to him, thus relieving the young master.
"Are you showing off your power?"
Qingyun said to himself after wiping the sweat from his forehead.
He didn't understand that even if Bai Zhizheng had a dispute with him, why would these subordinates of Zhizhengtang be so hostile to him?
In fact, this is also in line with Yao Ershao's guess just now. Everyone knows that the young man in front of him who broke into the enemy camp alone has stolen the pretty face of Mr. Bai's woman!
As Bai Zhizheng's die-hard supporters, it would be damning if they didn't hate Qingyun!
At this time, a Zhongzheng deep voice suddenly came from the camp ahead:
"Second Young Master Yao, are you still afraid that I will bully the small ones?"
Bai Zhizheng!
Although he asked rhetorically, he was calm and calm. This sentence immediately suppressed Yao Pofeng's angry shouts and even made the second young master's chest and abdomen feel tight. This shows that Bai Zhizheng's current strength has reached a certain level. Unbelievable situation.
"Ziwei Qi!"
Qingyun's pupils also shrank.
Perhaps Ziwei's energy cannot be seen or sensed by others, but as a Qilinzi with the bloodline of a high-level true spirit, how powerful are his five senses and soul? .
Unlike the Er Shao Gang or Jing Ci Tian's camp, there were no guards in front of Bai Zhizheng's Chinese army camp, and no one stopped him when he arrived. Qingyun raised his hand and opened the curtain of the camp.
"Brother Yun, long time no see."
This was the first time Qingyun had such close contact with Bai Zhizheng since they parted ways in the ancient Daocheng.
"Qingyun has met Master Bai!"
Holding his fists and lowering his waist, Qingyun gave a very polite junior salute.
Just like the meeting in Gudao City that day, Bai Zhizheng's Chinese army camp was still very simple, so simple that it was hard for Qingyun or anyone else to believe it.
The White Swordsman, who now stands at the top of the Thirty-Three Realms, and whose strength is second only to several alien beasts, is actually living in such poverty!
Except for the candlestick and the seat, there is nothing else!
Bai Zhizheng himself still has short, capable hair, a slightly shabby but very neat white robe, a slender sword at his waist, and a magical outfit outside the camp. He can be called the powerful Yao Ershao. The crown of heaven and the earth are different from each other.
"Tsk, it's okay outside. The Ziwei aura inside this tent is indeed stronger."
Qingyun thought to himself.
Standing up and looking up, the young master realized firsthand what Yao Pofeng said back then, that Bai Zhizheng's cultivation had indeed reached the state where Shen Hua was restrained and able to release and retract.
With all his heroic spirit gone, he leaned slightly comfortably and looked at the young man in front of him carefully, as if he didn't even take his attempt to steal love into his heart, and said:
"Congratulations, you have a good brother who can help you out, and he has a good background!"
"Master Bai is joking. I don't ask my brother to stab me, just don't kill me with a knife."
Qingyun lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and replied in a neutral tone.
But Bai Zhizheng didn't seem to care. He smiled calmly and said:
"It seems that Brother Bai and you will never be able to return to the time when Xuanzang met."
"Why should we meet before? What's more, I, a mere mountain boy, have just become a fallen person in the world!"
"oh?"
Bai Zhizheng said softly. Qingyun's words reminded him again of the Yuelai Inn in Gudao City. The other party regarded Yao Pofeng as a brother but betrayed him. He couldn't help but have a little bit of worry in his voice. Angry, he immediately said:
"Then this is also the reason why you teamed up with the people from the Demon Sect to set up a trap to harm me?"
"Master Bai, I just want to get the antidote to the Five Snake Gu for Brother Feng, that's all."
"snort!"
A heavy cold snort was like a thunderous explosion, and Qingyun felt a huge spiritual pressure rushing towards his face, and then the purple aura, which was as powerful as heaven, poured out of Zibai Zhizheng and rushed towards him.
"This is the feeling! The dragon energy born out of the power of the true spirit is absorbed by Bai Zhizheng's purple micropolar star. No wonder there is such a strong sense of oppression!"
The mysterious and mysterious purple aura lingered around Qingyun's body, making his long hair move without wind. His unparalleled handsomeness formed a sharp contrast with Bai Zhizheng's majestic atmosphere.
But at this moment, his shoulders suddenly felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and a vague voice seemed to echo in his ears:
"Kneel down, surrender, respect me as your master!"
As if he could hear the creaking of bones, the young master also roared in his heart:
"I, Qingyun, worship heaven and earth and worship my parents. Why should I worship you, Bai Zhizheng!"
With the same heavy cold snort, the blood line between his eyebrows suddenly appeared, and the dark pupils began to slowly turn red! And at such a close range, Bai Zhi could see all this change.
After the Ziwei Qi merged with the unknown dragon Qi, it already had a faint flavor of true spiritual power. Under Bai Zhizheng's majestic and vast pressure, Qingyun seemed to have been overwhelmed by the power of Bi Fang's bloodline. It was activated and had a fierce collision with it!
This was not because the power of blood resonated with each other, but because the pressure Bai Zhizheng put on him was too great.
However, although he has been deliberately suppressing himself, Qingyun still showed an evil smile. After the Ziwei energy with dragon energy met the young man who used the power of the true spirit, it was like a sharp blade cutting off the water, and it was completely split by it, as if Scissors cut cloth.
At this time, Bai Zhizheng curled his lips and seemed to change his sitting position, and all the mighty spiritual pressure disappeared.
Similarly, as Ziwei's aura dissipated, the strange sound that tempted him to surrender also disappeared. Qingyun's shoulders suddenly felt light, and he heard Master Bai say softly:
"Okay, I, Bai Zhizheng, have indeed seen the right person. You are still the first person who has not shown any signs of cowardice because of my aura, and you are only at the Hundred Meridians Realm."
"Master Bai is ridiculous, but it's just momentum. In terms of realm strength, I am not your enemy at all."
Qingyun smiled shyly like the boy next door, but then changed the topic and said:
"But I think Master Bai invited me here today, not just to reminisce about old times, or to test my cultivation, right?"
