I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 204 Everyone has to die [ words]

The first snow carved the red bean branches and leaves in the yard into jade branches. Everything in the yard has shed its autumn clothes, and the autumn wind has turned into winter wind.

Winter came in Xuantianjing one day.

Chen Zhian drew out the sword. The hilt of the sword was snow-white, but the blade was turquoise, and there seemed to be a spring breeze lingering around it, which was out of tune with this winter day.

But for either Chen Shuijun or Li Yinxi, the winter eighteen years ago was not a cold winter.

Because Chen Zhian was born in this first snow.

Chen Zhian stood in the snow, the snow flakes falling on his shoulders.

However, this sword born from pear blossoms exudes a mysterious aura, and is even related to the red bean branches and leaves in Chen Zhian's palm.

Because of this, Chen Zhian felt the sharp sword energy in this sword, which was even more powerful than the Beilu sword.

Deeper within the sword energy, something even more mysterious is vaguely buried.

However, with Chen Zhian's current level of cultivation, he is unable to find out more.

“This sword was planted by my mother and pulled out by me, but it should belong to my father… If he holds this sword, he will naturally be able to unleash the sword’s most mysterious power.

When the four swords become one, his sword heart will also be complete."

There was a hint of joy in Chen Zhian's eyes.

He thought about it, put the unsheathed sword on his waist, and when he reached out his hand, he saw another mark on his palm, faintly visible.

It's like a green leaf.

The green leaves flickered, and Chen Zhian's spirit fell into his palm.

In a trance, Chen Zhian's thoughts drifted away, more than a thousand miles away, landing on the battlefield a hundred miles away, on the top of the mountain, on his parents who lived in the hut, and even on...

In that white porcelain bottle, there is a red bean.

The red beans are emerald green and about to bloom, but they never bloom.

It’s as if... I’m still missing the green leaf in my palm.

The sword, the green leaves... Chen Zhian took a deep breath, and he seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

But how should I deliver this sword and the red beans and green leaves to them?
"Moreover, this green leaf seems to have merged with me, leaving only the mark on my palm."

He frowned: "Should I dig out this leaf?"

Chen Zhian tried to find joy in the midst of suffering and talked to himself.

The surrounding mist rose up and moved. Chen Zhian lowered his head and reached his other hand into the mist. His spiritual essence fell into it and he noticed the unusualness of the mist.

"Prime Minister Song..."

A gleam of light appeared in Chen Zhian's eyes. He carefully put away his mother's things in Hongdouyuan, then climbed over the wall, left the Shangshu Mansion, and went to East Street.

The Chinese toon tree planted in Prime Minister Song's courtyard poked its head out from the wall, and the hanging ice crystals were like silver needles hanging from a thread to diagnose a pulse, swaying in the wind and snow.

Chen Zhian came in the snow, but Prime Minister Song's door was still half-open, as if they knew he would come.

Chen Zhian knocked on the door gently, and a breeze blew through, blowing the door open.

The weather was cold and Prime Minister Song was not in the yard. The stove in the east hall was steaming. An old man, wearing winter clothes, was roasting a few oranges by the fire.

The door to the east hall was wide open, and cold wind blew in from time to time. The old man coughed a few times and tightened his clothes.

Chen Zhian walked into the east hall. The old man waved his sleeves, motioned Chen Zhian to sit down, and handed him an orange.

The oranges have been roasted and are warm to the touch.

Prime Minister Song looked at the sword on Chen Zhian's waist and said with emotion: "Every move of the living Daoguo is in line with the way of heaven and earth, and also in line with the cycle of time and space.

It is truly amazing that such a precious sword could grow from this pear tree."

Chen Zhian pushed the orange away, and Song Xiang glanced at the mark on his palm again, his eyes becoming more profound.

“I wonder what it would be like if this sword, or this mark, appeared on the top of the mountain.”

Chen Zhian ate the orange, and the juice tasted quite sweet when it went down his throat.

He stood up and saluted Song Xiang: "I know that Song Xiang has the ambition to support the heaven. Zhi'an is in Xuantianjing. The reason why Chen Zhi'an was able to act recklessly in Xuantianjing before was because those evil people were afraid of Song Xiang's true power.

Prime Minister Song also helped me to kill Chu Xiubai, a monster... Today, my father and mother are in danger, so I ask Prime Minister Song to show me a way forward."

Chen Zhian bowed down.

Prime Minister Song smiled and shook his head, saying, "I know you have a fierce temper and are not willing to give in easily. You came to me today and flattered me... Do you want me to personally take action to cover up your whereabouts so that you can leave the city?"

Was the fog that day caused by Prime Minister Song himself?

Chen Zhian was a little surprised.

Prime Minister Song is already very old, and there is not a trace of true energy in his body. His aura is also very weak, and he does not look like a cultivator.

He originally thought that the fog that obscured their whereabouts that day was caused by a strong man under Prime Minister Song, but he never thought that it was Prime Minister Song himself who did it?
He was confused, but didn't care about it and just bowed to Prime Minister Song again.

Song Xiqu stood up tremblingly and helped him up personally.

"Since you came here in person, you must have expected that I would help you." Song Xiqu shook his head and said, "It is not easy for Dayu to have a young man who is passionate and willing to speak up for innocent people.

Besides... you have made great contributions in killing Chu Xiubai, so I am willing to help you."

Ben is willing to help me?
Chen Zhian's eyes moved.

Song Xiqu asked him to sit down again, and sighed, “Chen Shuijun’s cultivation level is beyond everyone’s expectations.

This fight for Dao Fruit is no longer a fight at the Jade Que level, but has already affected the realm of Creation, and it is not even a fight between just one Creation.

Chen Zhian... do you know how many people in this world are watching you and your family of three?"

Chen Zhian remained silent and listened quietly.

Song Xiqu looked at the sword on Chen Zhian's waist and said, "When this long sword grew out of the pear tree and brewed a wisp of spring breeze, it naturally fell into the eyes of countless people.

Now, in that hundred-mile battlefield, I wonder how many people are waiting for you to leave Xuantianjing and give you this sword.

The thick fog in the past could cover the eyes of many people, but if it wanted to deceive several people of destiny, it might not be enough..."

"Moreover... even if I try my best and cover it up carefully, you will still have to enter the battlefield and deliver the sword, and your whereabouts will be exposed.

In the current situation, even if you have several monks of good fortune protecting you, I am afraid that a shocking battle is inevitable."

"If a great battle breaks out and you fall into the battlefield of good fortune with your cultivation level, I'm afraid you won't survive for even a moment."

Song Xiqu told the story slowly and leisurely.

Chen Zhian pursed his lips, his eyes as cold as a pond.

"So... the sword in my hand and the mark in my palm cannot be sent to my parents?"

After a few breaths, he finally spoke, his breathing becoming somewhat rapid: "If you could give me a few more years..."

Song Xiqu smiled and said, "Time is irreversible and beyond our control. Li Yinxi was born noble, but she didn't want to become a god. She was willing to give birth to you, so there were always hardships waiting for her.

Now that this hardship has come, your father is unwilling to give up your mother, so he will naturally have to endure the hardship as well."

Chen Zhian shook his head: "If my father was willing to give up my mother, he would not be able to understand the four opportunities and fate. After all, he is just an ordinary person. Perhaps more than ten years ago, he became depressed because of the resentment in his heart and has been lost in the crowd since then."

When Chen Zhian reached here, he slowly stood up and saluted to Prime Minister Song again.

"No one can predict what will happen in this world. Now that I have the sword in my hand and a glimmer of hope, I must give it a try.

Otherwise...how can I be worthy of my mother giving up everything to give me birth?"

He grasped the white hilt of the pear blossom sword, and a wisp of sword energy surged on the sword.

“With this famous sword that is stronger than the one in Beilu, I can fight against even the cultivators from Yuque Tianguan.

I will go and deliver the sword, and try my best to see if things will turn around."

Chen Zhian stood up and was about to walk out of Prime Minister Song’s East Hall.

Song Xiqu seemed to sense the sword energy from the sword on Chen Zhian's waist, his expression changed slightly, and he suddenly asked: "Are you willing to take the risk?"

Chen Zhian stopped and looked at Song Xiqu.

He did not answer, but his eyes had already given Song Xiqu the answer.

Song Xiqu lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "Chen Zhian, I have something to ask you, please answer from your heart?"

“I know that you originally wanted to seize the seal because you wanted to use the power of Luwujian to stop the marriage between the Si and Li families.

But now the engagement is cancelled, and the consequences of it are not something you can interfere with.

Now that things have come to this... tell me, why do you still want to hold the seal?"

"Is it because of Yun Ting? Because of the Lin family father and daughter?"

When Prime Minister Song asked, Chen Zhian nodded sincerely without thinking too much.

"General Yun was full of heroic spirit. He killed the demon with his precious sword. The Lin family father and daughter sacrificed their lives to seek justice... I wanted to save Lin Yu..."

Chen Zhian paused slightly when he got here, and then spoke more calmly.

"Those were the initial reasons, but I found several more along the way."

“For example, Chu Xiubai killed innocent people to claim credit, and Lu Haihui, like Lu Cikuan who died at the hands of General Yun Ting, used human lives to cultivate.

Human life is too cheap in this world. The Wang family can kill tens of thousands of people just to refine treasures.

The Xie family cultivated the Jiaoxiang Gong of Xi Penglai, who trapped 50,000 people and ate babies and girls in the hope of transforming himself into a dragon.

These people... really deserve to be killed."

There was a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, and a cold sword intent floated out, cutting off the wind and snow outside the door.

Prime Minister Song nodded: "It is not easy to hate evil as much as to hate him. Besides these reasons...are there any other reasons?"

"Of course there are more." Chen Zhian smiled and looked up and said, "Zhian is not a selfless saint. It is true that I want to help when I see injustice in the world, but what is more true is..."

"It has only been seven or eight months since I came to Xuan Tianjing from my time in Sunan Prefecture.

There are countless people from aristocratic families who want to kill me, including the Chu family of Nanhai, the Duke of Anguo’s Mansion, the Xie family of Longxi, the Wang family of Gulan, the Lu family of Shangyuan… This is a murderous revenge.

Later, Xie Wujiu from the Xie family, in order to seek the opportunity to gain Dao Fruit, wanted to refine me into a puppet and wanted to take my parents' lives. This was an even deeper hatred!
The so-called spiritual practice is probably to want to see the truth of heaven and earth, and to avenge one's enemies.

They want to kill me. If I shrink my head and pretend that these things never happened, how can I be worthy of the word "seeking the truth"? "

"If we can get rid of harm to the world while taking revenge, and save the lives of those who were about to die at their hands, wouldn't that be a great thing?"

Song Xiqu thought for a moment, and finally nodded: "If you become a ruthless and sexless saint, it will be bad... just like the leader of the Daoxuan Sect.

Having some hatred in your heart and being able to help ordinary people survive is a good thing.”

He stood up and walked out of the yard.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and it didn't seem like the first snow of winter at all.

The snowflakes are floating in the air, covering the huge city of Xuantianjing with a layer of plain makeup.

"Since you are willing to take the risk... then I will help you, and also help the Great Yu world.

You go out of the city with your sword, and I will have a talk with those good fortunes and make a bet."

"But...you have to think clearly. One of the bets I'm making is your life."

Chen Zhian took a deep breath, bowed, and walked out of the yard without hesitation.

Song Xiqu stood in the courtyard, looking at the thick clouds in the distance. It seemed that someone was flying through the clouds and looking at the battlefield.

"cough……"

Song Xiqu coughed a few times, tightened his clothes, and slowly stretched out a hand.

The drifting snow fell into his hands, but it did not melt away, but floated in the old man's hands.

When the snowflakes turned into dozens of pieces, the old man suddenly and gently threw the snowflakes in his hand.

In an instant, countless places in the vast sky and earth of Dayu began to tremble.

The old man became increasingly aged, and as the cold wind blew, he kept coughing, almost unable to stop.

But at this moment...

I don't know how many true gazes of the Tao fell on this old man, and there was not a trace of contempt in their eyes.

"I still want to live for a while. You also want to seize that Dao Fruit. You don't want the Chen family father and son to live in this world."

"In that case... why not... let him go over there, and you and I can take a closer look."

The coughing stopped and the old man talked to himself.

The snowflakes were drifting away, and there was nothing unusual in the void.

The old man seemed to have heard something and shook his head: "He is only at the Xiantian realm, isn't it a bit too much for a Tianque cultivator?

Come to think of it...you guys are actually much older than me, how can you be so shameless?"

His words were not polite, but the sky remained silent.

The old man continued, “Whether it’s the Heavenly Palace or the Heavenly Palace, as long as they make a move, there will be no suspense in this bet. It’s nothing more than Chen Zhian going to die.

But if I talk about Tianmen and Tianguan, he has a world-famous sword in his hand.

In that case...how about Xuanfu? This bet shouldn't have existed. Give me some face and I'll let you go."

A long wind blew.

After a few more breaths, the old man suddenly showed some impatience on his face.

"You guys should accept it, otherwise I will be angry."

He spoke weakly, but the clouds in the sky suddenly increased.

As the winter wind blew, the old man returned to the east hall and lay down in front of the fire again.

He has a few more age spots on his face.

Nothing has changed between heaven and earth, yet there seems to be a hint of vitality.

And when Chen Zhian took to the streets.

There is trouble in the capital again.

I don’t know how many divine auras fell into Xuantianjing, into the mansions of those aristocratic families, and exploded in the ears of those aristocratic family figures.

The North Street colored glaze is in the center.

Wang Long sat cross-legged, his true energy burning, and there was anger in his eyes...

It was because he had already learned that all the Wang family members who went to kill Chen Zhian were dead.

Died at the hands of Chen Shuijun and Chen Zhian.

The Wang family suffered heavy losses. Among them, there was even an official of the fourth rank who was appointed as the Langzhong of Shangbaojian, which was a really lucrative position. Even for the Gulan Wang family, they could make a lot of money from this official position every year.

To kill Chen Shuijun, such a person took action personally, brought with him Wang Xingliang, the deputy envoy of Dou Niu, and two Yuque. With the four of them taking action, plus the Yuque of other forces, killing Chen Zhian was a sure thing.

But I never thought... Chen Shuijun, who was in the Xuanfu realm, helped Chen Zhian, but caused heavy losses to several major families.

"Chen Zhian left the capital... Prime Minister Song's forces will not intervene?"

Wang Long stood up, his blood boiling.

"He has become a scourge. We should take this opportunity to kill him as soon as possible."

In the Wang family's villa.

Lu Haihui, who was practicing, also opened his eyes.

The reason why he did not follow Lu Qinghe, the head of the Lu family, back to Shangyuan Mansion was to wait for an opportunity to kill Chen Zhian.

Today, with the winter snow falling, this opportunity has finally arrived.

He drew out his sword, the sword's energy was high, but it seemed to be quite sluggish.

"Kill Chen Zhian, and then you can understand my cultivation thoughts and enter the Tianmen realm."

Lu Haihui stood up and walked into the yard with his sword.

There were three more Yuque monks behind him.

"This Chen Zhian is always unexpected. Don't underestimate him. Go and ask the two elders again."

In the Chitian Tower, Wei Liyang looked unhappy. The black shadows he sent out were already dead. The seeds that Wei Liyang planted in them had withered.

“Xuanfu realm… this Chen Zhian is quite courageous.”

"Only those with great courage and bravery will be collected by me."

On the first floor of Chitian Tower, Wei Lingyu gritted her teeth. She thought of Chen Zhian, the appointment they had made under the Taoist priesthood, and the way Chen Zhian wanted to kill her without hesitation. She suddenly felt a little scared.

But after the fear, she saw her severed hand again.

There was black air lingering on the cut surface of the severed hand, and the flesh and blood were wriggling, which made her feel deeply nauseous at the sight of it.

All this... is thanks to Chen Zhian.

Then, fear and resentment alternated in the eyes of Princess Yuxia, and the black gas on her hand floated over and was sucked into Wei Lingyu's stomach.

Wei Lingyu's eyes suddenly calmed down.

Fear and resentment disappeared, and instead a bit of evil spirit emerged.

"Send someone to kill him, and bring back his head after he's killed."

"It doesn't matter if I can't kill him."

Wei Lingyu talked to himself.

……

In addition to these big families, many people from prominent families also received the news.

A murderous intent suddenly emerged in Xuantianjing.

I don’t know how many divine powers flowed and fell on Chen Zhian.

He walked with a sword. Several iron-clad men in the distance wanted to hold him accountable, but they seemed to have received some news, so they looked at each other and ignored Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian remained calm and walked slowly into the yard.

There are still many people in the yard.

Chen Zhian said nothing and led out the Beiyin horse.

The journey is long and there will be a lot of fighting to deal with. A first-grade spiritual treasure like Ye Yuezhou consumes too much true energy and is not as good as this good horse.

Yu Li Ke and Yun Ting, who were already in the yard, stood up without saying a word.

Jiang Taiping smiled bitterly: "Chen Zhian, your head has been clearly priced, and the news has even reached me."

Shen Haohao lowered his head, clenched his hands, and looked a little at a loss.

Chen Zhian laughed, shook his head and said, "I'm going to go out of town for a while. I'll drink with you guys when I come back."

Yu Li Ke and Yun Ting remained silent, but they already had long swords on their waists.

Lu Zhujun smiled and shook her head, "Not long ago, Brother Chen went out of the city with us to collect money. Today, we are going out of the city again, so how can we leave without me, Lu Zhujun?"

Chen Zhian's smile did not fade, he shook his head and said: "Don't leave the city, there are too many implications, I'm afraid that many Yuque strongmen will take action.

I won’t be able to protect you then.”

"Protect us?" Zheng Xuanze looked Chen Zhian up and down and said, "You are only at the Xiantian realm. If you are not afraid, then why should we be afraid?"

Chen Zhian patiently persuaded them, "The innate is very different from the innate. If I leave the city, I still have a chance of survival. If you follow me out, you will be able to survive a narrow escape."

Everyone frowned and looked at Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian shook his head and flicked the pear blossom sword at his waist.

In an instant!
A sharp sword energy soared out, straight into the air, and like a spring breeze, it floated in the clouds, cutting off snowflakes.

Everyone's expressions changed slightly...

Look at the sword at Chen Zhian’s waist.

"Brother Chen's talent in swordsmanship is truly enviable." Zheng Xuanze sighed, "This green long sword must be a famous sword."

“If it were someone else, even if they had this famous sword at the Xiantian realm, they probably wouldn’t be able to bring out the sword’s sharpness.

But in the hands of Brother Chen, this sword has become a real killing weapon, which is amazing... Such sword energy is so powerful that ordinary Yuque Tianguan would be in despair."

Chen Zhian looked more confident, nodded and said, "Look, I have such a precious sword, so it's okay for me to go out of the city for a while. You don't have to worry about me, just wait for me to come back."

Zheng Xuanze and Lu Zhujun looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

The confidence on Chen Zhian's face disappeared, and he said helplessly: "If you follow me out, you will most likely die."

"Chen Zhian, when you pulled out the Luanxiu sword to save General Yun, were you absolutely sure?"

Lu Zhujun stood upright, even more majestic than the rockery next to him.

He drew the long sword from his waist, and wherever the sword passed, a raging fire ignited, melting the falling snow: "I have been a soldier for a long time, and I have long planned to die on the battlefield.

It is a great honor for me to come to Xuantianjing this time and meet all of you.

You and I share similar interests, and I admire you. Today, I draw my sword for you, just to repay you for the kindness you gave me in giving me those pills."

"A few pills are not worth risking your life for..." Chen Zhian wanted to persuade him again.

Zheng Xuanze interrupted Chen Zhian and laughed, "We are not after those pills! Maybe in the future... you will become a real general.

We are already in the same boat, and your death would not be a good thing."

"Besides... you are only at the Xiantian realm. Among those who want to kill you, there must be some Xiantian people. We... should be able to share the burden with you."

The two have made up their minds.

Chen Zhian looked at the others again.

Bai Jian said angrily: "Don't look at me, General Qin asked me to protect you, how could I disobey?"

Yun Ting and Yu Li Ke, who was wearing a mask, didn't even look at him.

Jiang Taiping on the side looked at Chen Zhian with some admiration.

Chen Zhian is truly a great man, as he is able to gather so many young talents together and fight for him.

He also smiled and said, "I also took a lot of pills from you..."

“But I know my own limitations. If I follow you with my innate cultivation level, I’m afraid I won’t be of any help to you, but will become a burden to you.

In this case... I will set up a banquet in Xuantianjing and wait for you all to return safely.

If any of you die, once this matter is settled, I will ask for leave and leave the city to collect your remains... at least leave a cenotaph for you."

Jiang Taiping said this quite frankly.

Chen Zhian nodded at him, smiled at Shen Haohao who was crying with her head down, and got on the horse.

Shen Haohao didn't dare to look up, but just lowered his head and asked: "Can't you stay in the city?"

Chen Zhian smiled and said, "If I don't leave the city, I will no longer be the Chen Zhian I am today.

I don’t know how many people are waiting for me to leave the city now, so I have to go out even more.

These people wanted to kill me, so I gave them a chance."

"But if you died..." Shen Haohao said this, probably because it was unlucky, so she quickly wiped her tears and kept silent.

"If you die, you die. Is there anyone in the world who is immortal?"

Chen Zhian grabbed the reins, turned his horse around, and rode out of the hospital: "Today I am leaving the city with a sword on my back, and what I want is to live in the face of death. Not only do I want to survive, but all three members of the Chen family must survive!

If I die because of this, I am willing to do so, and I will just consider it a worthy death!"

With a clear smile on his face and no fear in his eyes, he left the city.

"And those people in Xuan Tianjin who want to kill me would better hope that I die on the way. If I come back alive... I will always go to collect my debt from them."

His voice still lingered in the wind and snow.

Bei Yin's horse ran out of the yard, its hooves quickening as it galloped away.

Behind him, Yu Li Ke and Bai Jian had already disappeared into the void.

Yun Ting, Zheng Xuanze, and Lu Zhujun also followed on horseback.

The sound of horse hooves and the back figures reveal a sense of determination.

I will die for you today!
I hope you will uphold justice in the world tomorrow.

The three former generals left the city with hope and gratitude towards Chen Zhian in their hearts.

After leaving the city.

The mark in Chen Zhian's palm exuded a hot breath. He headed southwest and walked for dozens of miles.

The surroundings were shocked.

Lu Zhujun and Zheng Xuanze looked at each other, and suddenly smiled at Chen Zhian, "Look... I've already said that we two have a place to use our skills!"

After the two finished speaking, they jumped high into the air and headed into the woods!

The two horses were still running with Yun Ting and Chen Zhian.

Ten or so breaths passed.

The two generals jumped out of the woods again and landed steadily on their horses.

It’s just that the long swords at their waists have a bit more bloody smell.

After walking another ten miles, the seven silver needles were stained with blood at some point, and more than a dozen corpses appeared in the mountains and fields.

Although Chen Zhian has innate cultivation, his head is priced at a fixed price and is coveted by many people from aristocratic families.

It did attract many villains in the innate realm who tried to get rich from Chen Zhian's head.

Tianmen cultivators like Bai Jian took action in the dark, so naturally, the innate figures could not disturb Chen Zhian.

Another thirty miles.

Chen Zhian looked up and saw a female official standing on a mountain in the distance.

The female official was dressed in palace clothes, wearing a tall crown on her head, and had a calm aura.

She slowly stood up from the hill.

Yun paused and grasped the long sword at his waist.

Chen Zhian shook his head slightly and looked at the female official.

The female official reached out and threw a small box.

Chen Zhian's aura flowed, causing a commotion, and he took the box into his hands.

The lady-in-waiting had disappeared.

Chen Zhian looked at the exquisite box in his hand and smelled a fragrance.

He had seen this female official before, and that time she brought him Shan Tingyu.

Today, this sandalwood box was delivered again.

There is no need to think too much, this must have been the instruction of Princess Linglong.

Chen Zhian opened the box and found a pill inside.

The pill was the size of a red bean and emitted a faint glow.

The light emerged, like stars in the sky.

When Chen Zhian saw the pill, he immediately knew how precious it was.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath...

"This elixir...I'm afraid it's a third-grade heavenly elixir!"

How precious is the third-grade heavenly elixir?

Even for a prominent family like the Six Surnames of Dayu, the number of third-grade heavenly pills is extremely limited!

Anyone who can take the third-grade heavenly elixir should be an important figure in such a noble family, such as Xie Wujiu of the Xie family.

“The medicinal power of the third-grade heavenly elixir is fierce. If an innate cultivator takes it rashly, he may die from the terrifying medicinal power.

But this pill is as gentle as water.

This kind of elixir has a medicinal strength of the third grade, and its value is probably far beyond the third grade. "

Chen Zhian's eyes flickered and fell on a piece of paper under the pill.

"I heard that you are in trouble, but I am unable to protect you, so I can only send you a pill. If you take this pill in times of crisis, it may save your life."

"I have already set off to seek an audience with my father and the Duke of Anguo, hoping that they can help me."

Princess Linglong's handwriting was still beautiful, but a little messy.

I think this note was written in a hurry.

Chen Zhian put away the strip of paper and the pill and continued riding forward.

But in his mind, he recalled the conversation he had with Princess Linglong in the past.

Princess Linglong mentioned that she seldom met Emperor Zhaofu, and her words revealed her dissatisfaction with her identity as "Duke's daughter-in-law."

She seemed to regard her identity as a princess as a shackle.

But now, this Princess Linglong ordered people to send such a precious elixir, and personally went to see Emperor Zhaofu and Duke Anguo...

This made Chen Zhian sigh.

"If I can really survive, it seems that if Princess Linglong wants to escape from the capital in the future, I will have to help her."

Chen Zhian shook his head and sorted out his thoughts.

Another twenty miles,
The snow is still heavy.

But in the distance, by the Yanchi River, there was already a man sitting high on a sedan chair, with a sword on his waist and murderous eyes, staring directly at Chen Zhian.

This person is Lu Haihui.

Lu Haihui's injuries have healed, but the murderous intent in his eyes is as cold as the snow and wind.

Behind him, three Yuque monks were watching him covetously, and there were eight innate monks, each holding a sword, with their true energy emanating from their bodies, moving violently.

Chen Zhian rode up on horseback.

He looked around and suddenly frowned: "Are these the only people in your Lu family?"

Lu Haihui stepped down from the jade chariot. In the thick mist above his head, he could faintly sense two surging auras coming from it.

"Who are these two people from the Lu family?"

Chen Zhian sat on Beiyin's horse, smiling as he said, "Xuantianjing is not the base camp of the Shangyuan Lu family. The Lu family Yuque who stayed in Xuantianjing often served as officials in Xuantianjing.

Why don't you tell us your names? We will chop off your heads and it will be considered as getting rid of harm to the people."

Rumble!
A bolt of thunder exploded, and divine pressure came and fell on Chen Zhian and Yun Ting.

Chen Zhian didn't care at all and looked at Lu Haihui again.

He pointed to the sky and said, "Look, there is so much divine energy flowing in the void around here.

They were watching from a distance, wanting to use you, Lu Haihui, and the five Yuque monks of your Lu family as a backing to test why I, Chen Zhian, dared to leave the city.

Lu Haihui, you are too impatient. "

Behind Lu Haihui stood a sky gate. Inside the sky gate, a vague image of a god emerged, more than two meters tall.

Supernatural powers gathered around the divine image, and powerful true energy also flowed above the divine image.

“The so-called background lies here.”

Lu Haihui raised his head and said, “Being from an aristocratic family, you always have many choices.

If I were facing a disaster, I would always have many choices, unlike you, Chen Zhian... who knew that leaving the city would lead to death, yet still brought this kind of person with him to die."

"Let me tell you why I took the initiative... Because I have already said that one day, Chen Zhian, you will surely die under my sword."

Lu Haihui drew out his sword, his true energy surged, and a fourth-grade magical power flowed through his sword with terrifying power.

And the pressure from the divine appearance became more and more fierce.

In the clouds in the sky, several spiritual treasures were shaking continuously, and the aura of the two Tianmen monks hiding in the clouds was pressing down like a mountain.

And all around is nothingness.

I don’t know how many powerful people’s spiritual energy has fallen here.

From the high sea of clouds came the cry of cranes.

Yan Hemian sat on the white crane and looked down.

On a mountain in the distance, Li Guiwan and Xiao Su Nu stood side by side, their eyes penetrating through the distance and falling on the banks of the Yan Ci River.

Pei Nanshu brought Pei Yuan and Pei Xiu to watch the battle.

There was a hint of regret in Xie Beitu's eyes.

It was as if he felt regretful that... Chen Zhian was about to die, but he had not yet grown to the point where he could fight him.

When Chen Zhian left the capital, he attracted the attention of countless young talents and powerful people.

This made the light in Lu Haihui's eyes shine even brighter.

"If I kill you, my Shangyuan Lu clan will be able to regain its power, and I will also be able to get rid of the shame of being defeated by you."

He thought so in his heart, and then spoke softly: "I admit that I underestimated you before. You, Chen Zhian, are indeed a rare genius, and you can even bear the word "prodigy", just like me.

I, Lu Haihui, have brought my Lu family's Jade Palace here today. Five Jade Palaces plus my Lu family's direct descendant have killed you together. You should be proud of yourself!"

The true energy in Lu Haihui's body becomes more and more violent, and he is about to take action!
Chen Zhian on the horse suddenly frowned when he heard these words, and there was some disgust in his eyes.

He overturned the pear blossom sword at his waist and finally snorted coldly: "Lu Haihui, I don't want to say much to you, but what you said today... is really laughable."

"Who do you think you are? How dare you compare yourself to me?"

Chen Zhian's aura flickered, and a thick true energy flowed out. The Green Emperor's sword intent rose straight into the sky, breaking through many pressures.

For the first time... Chen Zhian's eyes were filled with pride.

He looked at Lu Haihui on the bank of Yanci River with disdain in his eyes.

“You were born in the Shangyuan Lu family, and you have spent countless resources on cultivation. You have also been taught by famous teachers and have an extraordinary inheritance.

After all these efforts, you only achieved the Jade Que level of cultivation when you were twenty-three or twenty-four years old.

Jade Palace Seventh Level, with your talent, even with the Lu family's resources and efforts to cultivate, if you want to step into the Heavenly Palace realm, I'm afraid it will take at least 20 years!"

The aura emanating from Chen Zhian became stronger and stronger, and more and more powerful.

“Even among the young leaders of the six surnames in Dayu, you are just at the bottom.

How can someone like you have the nerve to call yourself a genius?"

There was a gleam in his eyes, as if divine light was flowing.

“Even… your current Jade Palace Heavenly Gate cultivation is not due to your natural innate understanding.

Lu Cikuan was too dull by nature, and turned into a demon, devouring five thousand people in Linjiaguan before he could cultivate the Jade Que level.

Lu Haihui, let me ask you... How much blood of ordinary people have you drunk, and how much flesh of ordinary people have you eaten since you cultivated to this Yuque Heavenly Gate?"

His voice was like thunder, exploding in heaven and earth.

Among the people watching the fight, countless people changed color.

In the clouds in the sky, the two Lu family members had already gathered their magical powers and were just waiting for the order from Lu Haihui, the direct descendant.

"Shut up!" Lu Haihui's eyes were filled with murderous intent. "With my talent, do I still need to take such a shortcut? Chen Zhian, I really don't know why you are so arrogant when you are about to die? Are you relying on Yun Ting and the Tianmen monk who controls the silver needle?"

"The reason I said so much to you was because I wanted to see the fear in your eyes, but you... disappointed me."

"Wait until I cut off your neck before I talk to you!"

He just finished speaking.

Supernatural power suddenly appeared from the void!
The three Tianguans and two Tianmen strongmen of the Shangyuan Lu family attacked at the same time, and the pressure from heaven and earth was heavy.

The water in the Yanci River rolled back like a dragon in the water, biting towards them!

There was another burning flame falling rapidly from the sky, several feet in size, trying to smash Chen Zhian, Yun Ting and others into pieces.

And those several innate cultivators had already activated their profound skills, drew their swords, and came over to kill.

Lu Haihui’s spiritual energy flowed, locking Chen Zhian.

Zheng!
Between heaven and earth, sword energy suddenly spread out, wind and snow rolled back, and two spiritual treasures hung high above Lu Haihui's head, and the treasure energy flowed!
Countless people looked at Chen Zhian and his companions.

Chen Zhian still sat upright on his horse, his expression unchanged.

But Yun Ting had already drawn his sword.

A blazing sword light burst out, and it seemed as if dozens of rivers were rushing in the void, and the sword energy like the surging rivers pointed straight to the sky.

Another seven silver needles shone brightly, pierced through the wind and snow, smashed several magical powers, and came flying!

Indistinctly, one could vaguely see a god holding a silver needle between his fingers, stabbing it straight forward and shattering the clouds in the sky.

The magical powers of the two Tianmen monks were blocked by Bai Jian and Yun Ting in an instant.

Yun Ting's sword intent was as vast as a river, and even stopped another Lu family member.

The other two Tianguan monks became more and more powerful and rushed towards Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian remained motionless.

There was another fierce and violent sword energy between heaven and earth, mixed with unimaginable murderous aura, slashing down.

A masked man came with an extraordinary long sword in his hand. With one sword, he stopped the two Tianguan monks!
Zheng Xuanze and Lu Zhujun also took action.

The murderous intent in Lu Haihui's eyes has solidified into reality. He has already drawn his sword, and the sword energy is overwhelming!

"Chen Zhian, die!" His divine appearance was flowing, his true energy was raging to the extreme, the long sword was shining with a sharp cold light, bringing with it mysterious magical powers, and slashed towards Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian's eyes were still filled with arrogance, and his spirit was flowing: "A piece of trash like you is worthy of drawing a sword against me?"

Chi!
Jiuxiao's magical powers flowed, and Yun Zhongjun, the sword spirit, suddenly appeared.

The pear blossom sword turned into a stream of light and flew out.

A flash of blood appeared, Lu Haihui's magical power collapsed, and his head fell to the ground!

ps: This is a 10,000-word chapter, no more for today
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