Genius, not terrible. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because, there has never been a shortage of geniuses in this world, but when the word "treacherous" is put on the head of this genius, it is not something that can be described by the word terrible.

"Don't hide from Dutong, I have really spent a lot of time in this area this year, and I have also felt the effect of Baidutong, is there a feeling of not being able to move my feet?" Fang Zhengzhi looked concerned.

"You ......" Bai Xing felt that it was time to shout for help, although it was extremely humiliating to shout these two words in his mansion, but he still opened his mouth.

It's a pity......

He had barely opened his mouth when he felt something hit him heavily on his head.

A turn back.

The worship star also saw a stick, an iron rod that had been smashed to an extreme bend.

"What a hard head!" the man looked at the worship star, and then at the deformed iron rod in his hand, and there was a clear surprise on his face.

"......" Baixing looked at the man behind him, looking at the red magic eye on the man's forehead that flashed with a faint brilliance, he was very reluctant to believe that he would be touched behind him.

Why?

Is it because of Fang Zheng's words that he distracted himself?

However, no matter how distracted he is, with his strength in the middle stage of the reincarnation realm, it is absolutely impossible for him to be touched behind him and not notice it at all?

And......

What does it mean to bang an iron rod in the back?

Could it be that this guy with such clumsy acting skills would think that an iron rod can knock him out?

Bai Xing felt that what was happening in front of him was really a little weird, and what was even more strange was that he actually felt that his head hurt like being pricked by a needle, which was a stinging pain.

It hurt him, and there was a feeling that the world was spinning.

"Bang!" Bai Xing's body stiffened, and he fell directly to the ground, and the moment he fell, a thought flashed in his mind.

Wrong!

I'm not poisoned, or rather, not just poisoned.

"Hahaha, knock out a demon clan with a stick, after I go back now, I see who else dares to look down on me Su Jiu!" Su Jiu looked at the worship star who fell to the ground, and the excitement on his face couldn't be concealed at all.

"So, it's all your idea to come to Blood Cinema City to see the scenery this time, right?" Fang Zheng glanced at Su Jiu and said unhurriedly.

"Uh......" Su Jiu's body suddenly stiffened.

......

Half an hour later, at the highest point in the center of the Blood Shadow City, nine men in bright armor were waiting in unison at the gate of a huge black palace.

The architecture of the palace is not new, but rather somewhat old.

Ten black pillars stood around the palace, supporting the entire palace, and around the ten black pillars, there were also demon soldiers wearing different armor.

A moment later, a demon soldier walked out of the palace.

"Young master, please!"

"Yes!" the nine men nodded immediately, and then, led by the demon soldiers, walked briskly through the gate of the palace and towards the palace.

A short time later, nine men also entered a room in the palace.

In the middle of the room, there was a woman standing, wearing a snow-white dress, her black hair falling down to her waist, and a pair of phoenix eyes were extremely calm.

The woman didn't move, she just looked out the window, at the sun rising high outside the window, holding a slightly yellowed piece of paper in her hand.

The piece of paper is not large.

Well, naturally, there is not much handwriting on it.

Very short sentence.

"Have you eaten?"

Other than that, there was no handwriting, let alone a signature.

The woman is naturally a light dance.

As the young master of the demon clan, Yun Qingwu has a lot of things to deal with every day, and a piece of paper like this should definitely not appear in her hands.

However, this piece of paper passed through one level after another, turned the hands of one demon soldier after another, and was delivered to Yun Qingwu's hands.

The reason is simple......

This piece of paper is the only "trace" left in the Bhauri.

"See the young master!" the nine men entered the room, and they all knelt down with great respect.

"Well, you don't have to be polite. Yun Qingwu nodded, and then, slowly retracted his gaze, and put the piece of paper in his hand into his arms.

"Young master, this matter ......"

"Please also ask the young master to command, what are we going to do now?"

"If you can touch the Blood Shadow City, and you can silently take away Baidutong, there will definitely be no one in the Southern Regions who can do it, only those ...... of Great Xia"

While the nine men spoke, they also looked at Yun Qingwu, waiting for Yun Qingwu's decision.

After all, the fact that one of the Ten Domains was kidnapped by someone in the Blood Shadow City was definitely enough to shock the entire Demon Clan.

The main thing is......

The impact of this incident is terrifying.

Silent, open, and still daytime, this is equivalent to telling all the demons that Blood Shadow City is not as safe as they imagined.

"It's been more than a year, and he's finally back!" Yun Qingwu didn't answer the nine men's words immediately, but said as if talking to himself.

"He, young master, who are you talking about?" a man asked with a puzzled face when he heard this.

After all, they had also read the notes handed into Yun Qingwu's hands one by one, and there were no signatures or clues on them at all.

If it weren't for the fact that the piece of paper was the only clue left in Bhay.

They may even throw the paper away.

"A man who has disappeared for more than a year. Yun Qingwu was slightly silent for a moment, and after thinking about it, he also said indifferently.

"Disappeared for more than a year?!"

When the other men heard Yun Qingwu's words, they all looked at me and I looked at you, with deep doubts in their eyes.

"The young master can't be talking about square integrity, right?"

"What are you kidding, how is it possible, Fang Zhengzhi has disappeared for more than a year, but he has already been abolished, and besides, the entire Great Xia and the Southern Regions are looking for him, I guess he should have died a long time ago!"

"Well, with Da Xia's style of doing things, after executing Fang Zhengzhi, it is indeed not appropriate to make it public!"

While the nine men were guessing, they also looked at Yun Qingwu again.

However......

Yun Qingwu didn't answer the words of the nine men, because she knew very well that even if she said it, no one would believe it.

So, why bother?

"Shadow Wind. ”

"Young master, my subordinates are here!" A man heard Yun Qingwu's words, and immediately stood up from the crowd, this is a somewhat thin man, with very ordinary facial features.

However, when the man stepped forward, the other men around him all subconsciously retreated half a step back.

Because......

His name is Shadowwind.

The current commander of the Dark Domain, the younger brother of the former Deputy Commander of the Dark Domain, Kageyama, a man who once relied on the words of the cloud light dance, and was exceptionally promoted to the deputy commander of the Dark Domain.

And after just over a year, the man climbed from the position of deputy capital to the position of the main capital.

Of course, that's not the main thing.

The most important thing is that the current dark domain has long since replaced the position of the star field, from the weakest domain of the ten domains to the strongest domain among the ten domains.

No demon knows how Shadowwind does this.

But here's the thing......

Shadow Wind did it, and besides, he didn't say anything about dancing lightly with the clouds.

"Well, I'm going to Daxia, and it's up to you to arrange things along the way. Yun Qingwu glanced at the shadow wind that stood up, and said indifferently.

"The young master is going to Daxia?!"

"No, this matter is absolutely not okay! The young master's identity in Great Xia was exposed a year ago, how can he continue to risk his life?"

"Yes, this matter is very important, the young master must not act rashly, I don't think this matter should be reported to the Demon Emperor......"

When several men heard this, they were all shocked.

"Do you think that my Shadow Wind's strength is not enough to protect the young master's safety?" Shadow Wind's voice rang out in the voices of several men.

Suddenly......

The expressions of the eight men also changed.

It's just that none of them stood up to refute it.

"As long as I'm still alive, I'll swear to protect the young master's safety, my subordinates dare to ask, I don't know when the young master wants to leave?"

"Tomorrow. ”

"Tomorrow? yes, my subordinates will arrange it!"

......

......

Five days later, the Southern Regions, the Cold Ape Tribe, the Valley of the Winds.

Although, some slightly cold strong winds are still raging in the valley of the wind, making a whirring sound, but in a year, this land that was once stained with blood is no longer bloody.

The emerald green grass covered the gate of the Han Ape Tribe, and flowers of various colors bloomed among the grass, exuding a faint fragrance.

Of course, if you insist on saying that there are no traces of that war outside the Han Ape Tribe.

The answer is yes.

Because......

There is a sword in the Valley of the Winds, a sword stuck in the ground and wrapped in frost.

The warm sun fell from the sky and shone on the frosty ice, but it could not melt the frost, even though it was already spring.

It's a somewhat eerie scene.

What's even more strange is that there is now a figure next to this sword, a blue robe fluttering gently in the wind, making a grinning sound.

For the Southern Regions.

This sword in the Valley of the Wind is no stranger.

It can even be said to be very familiar, because, in the past year, I don't know how many warriors from the Southern Regions have come to this sword.

Then they drew their swords, and drew their swords again, and drew their swords......

The results are clear.

The sword was still the same sword, firmly stuck in the ground, with a thick layer of frost on it, as if to express its inner will.

"Touch, you won't really touch it!"

Of course, the warriors of the Southern Regions didn't have such thoughts, they were just a little curious, why was the frost around them melting, but the frost on this sword was still so thick?

Good sword!

That's the only answer they came up with.

Later, they gradually forgot about this sword, because more than a year was enough for tens of thousands of warriors to come up and try and accept the blow.

Right now......

There was a figure standing on the Valley of the Winds.

Naturally, he had come to draw his sword, because his hand had already stretched out, slowly reaching out to the sword wrapped in thick frost.

Then, a strange scene appeared.

The frost melted at a rate visible to the naked eye, turning into a white mist that shimmered with a faint white glow as it shone in the bright sun.

Then, one hand was placed on the hilt of the sword.

Then, the sword is out!

It was pulled out of the ground, turned into a strange purple light, and fell into the hands of the figure.

"Long time no see. There was a slight sound from the figure's mouth, one hand grappling the hilt of the sword while the other gently stroked the blade.

"Groan!" a clear sword roar sounded.

It was a joy from the heart, like a dragon that had been sleeping for a thousand years, finally seeing the light of day, excited and excited.

"This time, I'll take you to see a little different scenery, let's go a little farther to see, stand a little higher to see. The figure made another sound.

"Groan!" the sword roared again.

......

In the Southern Regions, the Holy Mountain City, in the royal city.

Han Ape, the great chief of the Han Ape tribe wearing heavy rattan armor, quickly passed through one guard after another, and walked straight to the gate of the palace.

"Your Majesty!" As soon as the Han Ape entered the gate of the palace, he directly knelt on the ground, and his expression was extremely respectful.

And directly above the palace, there was a person sitting at this moment, a woman dressed in a snow-white animal skin, her wheat-colored skin shimmering faintly in the light of the fire.

Her jet-black hair was draped over her shoulders.

And on the top of the woman's head, she also wears a small golden crown with three feathers of different colors inserted into the small crown, and in addition, three gems of different colors are inlay.

Her name is Shanyu.

The current king of the Southern Regions!

After hearing Han Ape's words, Shan Yu's eyes slowly moved away from the scroll in his hand, and then he raised his head and looked at Han Ape.

"Uncle Ape is in such a hurry, what's the matter?"

"Sword, sword gone!" Han Ape's expression was obviously a little eager, so that he felt his voice tremble a little even when he spoke.

"Sword, what sword?" Shan Yu's dark eyes were a little puzzled.

"That's it...... It's the sword stuck in the Valley of the Wind, no...... It's gone!" Han Ape said at the end, his face was also extremely complicated.

"What did Uncle Ape say, the sword on the Valley of the Wind is gone?!" Shan Yu's expression also completely changed at this moment, and the scroll in his hand fell directly to the ground.

"Yes!" the cold ape nodded, a look of affirmation.

Of course, he knew why the mountain rain was shocked, and he knew more clearly the meaning of the disappearance of the sword.

For more than a year, I don't know how many warriors from the Southern Regions ran to the Wind Valley of the Cold Ape Tribe to draw their swords, but none of them succeeded.

This also made the sword invisibly an "honor".

If it was really a warrior from the Southern Regions who drew that sword, it was conceivable that it would definitely be a major event that would make it famous.

But......

The sword on the Valley of the Wind is gone.

However, it disappeared silently, and not a single warrior from the Southern Regions stood up and shouted that I had drawn the sword from the Valley of the Winds.

Then, the meaning of this matter is completely different from "honor". (To be continued.) )