The white-faced scholar was dressed in a white robe, and looked at the black-clothed people in front of him with a pale face, one of his sleeves had been stained red with blood, and the place where he was standing was also dripping with some blood on the ground.

It happened three days ago.

When the white-faced scholar participated in this earth-shattering plan with Feng Buping, he first went to the capital of Xikun Kingdom to meet the black-robed Holy Monarch, and deceived the black-robed Holy Monarch with his skillful tongue, so that the black-robed Holy Monarch pulled Xikun Kingdom off the field, and successfully ignited the fuse of this great war.

The first step went to the Xikun Kingdom, and then the white-faced scholar went to the Central Plains, and cleverly spread a lot of news about the wind unevenness and poisoning in some small countries, relying on the help of the Nanli Empire, so that many small monarchs believed in the authenticity of this matter, and for a while, the Central Plains countries also had ghosts in their hearts, thinking about forming a coalition again, to see if they could cut a piece of meat from the Nanli Empire.

During this period, the white-faced scholar also passed by Pingyu County once, and also met Qi Wuxian, who was killing people on the street in Pingyu County.

After making good arrangements for the Xikun Kingdom and the Central Plains Kingdoms, the white-faced scholar returned to the Nanli Empire, and with the help of Ji Wuying, he successfully entered Jinling City, the capital of the Nanli Empire.

Jinling City, the white-faced scholar can't remember how long he hasn't been back to this city.

After seeing the plaque of Jinling, a bitter meaning came to the corner of the white-faced scholar's mouth.

After decades of traveling to the mainland, the lonely life of himself is finally coming to an end.

Nanli, this battle is over, and he can come back.

However, it was in Jinling City that the white-faced scholar was assassinated.

The five black-clothed people on the opposite side are just high-grade cultivators in terms of cultivation alone, and it stands to reason that they can easily press these five guys to the ground and beat them.

After all, not to mention anything else, his own cultivation, but if he has broken through that level, even if the old bald donkey of the iron arrow wants to fight with him, he has to take care of one or two, cough cough, but it is these five grade cultivators, but they have no power to fight back.

This is, Celestial Compass?

The white-faced scholar leaned against the wall, staring at the five black-clothed men with wary eyes, and pulled out a thin needle about seven or eight inches from his injured arm with one palm.

Damn it.

These guys, how can there be a compass?

The white-faced scholar turned pale, and the folding fan in his hand slammed forward, and suddenly a strong gust of wind blew towards the five black-clothed people.

The five black-clothed people glanced at each other, and in the face of this incomparably strong wind, the five of them moved, forming a triangular formation, and the four of them waved their palms, mobilizing the internal force in their bodies to continuously transmit the internal force to the black-clothed man standing at the front.

After receiving the massive amount of internal force transmitted to him by the four people behind him, the black-clothed man at the head snorted, his body trembled, his palms were folded, his eyes opened suddenly, and two dazzling rays of light suddenly emanated from those eyes, shooting directly at the white-faced scholar.

For some reason, the wind disappeared when the two dazzling rays of light appeared, and the white-faced scholar's eyes trembled directly after facing the two rays of light.

Where is still leaning on the wall, the white-faced scholar is now even dissipated by the strength to control his body, and slumped on the ground weakly.

The black-clothed man at the head sneered when he saw the appearance of the white-faced scholar, and as soon as his eyes closed and opened, the two dazzling lights disappeared, and the dark night returned to their sight again.

The white-faced scholar's eyes were blank, his eyes were empty, he looked like a walking corpse, and the internal force veins in his body, under the reflection of the two dazzling lights just now, made the toxin of Tianluo Needle strengthen a lot, and his current body is similar to Zhou Budo, without the existence of internal force, leaving an empty body.

Seeing that the white-faced scholar was no longer a threat, the black-clothed man at the head laughed ruefully, and glanced at the four people behind him, and the four nodded one after another, and stepped forward to lift the white-faced scholar up.

"Hey, hey, white-faced scholar, you still dare to go back to Jinling City, it seems that you are still not afraid of death, hey, hey, look at this time I will bring you back to Your Majesty, how Your Majesty will deal with you, a national sinner."

However, just as the four of them walked in front of the white-faced scholar and were about to squat down and lift the white-faced scholar, an angry shout suddenly came.

"Stop."

The movements of the four of them paused after the angry shout, and then subconsciously turned to look at the source of the sound.

Including the man in black who was the leader, he still had a smile on his trick just now, but this angry shout broke his illusion, so the man in black who was the leader naturally looked back at the source of the sound with some anger.

"Qingtan?"

The man in black at the head gasped, how could this aunt suddenly appear here?

That's right, the person who shouted angrily and stopped was Qing Tan, who was known as one of the three major swords of Nanli.

Qing Tan was dressed in palace clothes at this time, and his originally gentle gaze became extremely fierce when he looked at these black-clothed people at this time, the long sword held in the palm of one hand, with the raindrops dripping in the sky, Qing Tan's figure was standing in front of the door at this time, exuding a murderous aura all over his body.

The black-clothed man at the head swallowed his saliva, saluted Qing Tan, and bowed his head to Qing Tan in a somewhat uncomfortable tone

"Miss Qingtan, this matter has nothing to do with you, you don't see it, okay?"

It's not that she can't beat Qingtan, no matter how talented Qingtan is, now she is just a grade monk at best, and even the grade is much lower than the five of them, they even clean up a white-faced scholar who cultivates to the sky, and it is simply a casual matter to clean up a Qingtan.

But the reason why they didn't dare to do it was that Qingtan's background was really something they couldn't afford to provoke.

Just said that Qingtan's master was uneven, even if the five of them borrowed a hundred guts, they wouldn't dare to provoke Feng Buping, if Feng Butong was angry, the big people behind the five of them would definitely not risk offending Feng Buping to protect the five of them.

Not to mention the charm of Qingtan itself, just the few people in Jinling City who are pursuing Qingtan are not something they can provoke.

A Gao Biliang is fine, but he can't stand it, in addition to Gao Biliang, there is also His Royal Highness the prince in the palace, and there is also the girl Qingtan who is still serving as His Majesty's kendo teacher.

can't afford to provoke it, but I still hope that this aunt can treat it as if she didn't see it, otherwise it will be difficult to do.

Qingtan's red lips pursed slightly, and the long sword in his hand raised and pointed at the man in black, and replied to them in a cold tone like a bitter wood speaking

"Impossible, with me today, you can't take away the white-faced scholar."

When the man in black heard this, his face changed greatly.

Qingtan's meaning when she said this is already very clear, her appearance here today is not a coincidence at all, she was born for the white-faced scholar, tsk, this and this, it is a little difficult to do.

Suddenly, a message came from the black-clothed man's mind, and slowly, the black-clothed man's face returned to normal, and one palm carefully probed into the hidden weapon on his waist, and pinched a thin needle with two fingers, ready to stab Qingtan at any time.

The four black-clothed men behind him also stood up in unison, bent down, and posed in front of Qing Tan.

Obviously, after receiving the order of the person behind them, the five men in black finally decided to attack Qing Tan.

Background or something, as long as you don't do things absolutely and let your girl sleep here, I believe the master behind us will help us arrange it properly.

Seeing that these five guys wanted to make a move on him, Qing Tan looked at these five people coldly, and then gently didn't know who to say

"Let's do it."

In the next second, a group of black-pressed forbidden soldiers wearing armor appeared on the surrounding eaves.

When the five black-clothed men were stunned, a group of forbidden soldiers rushed out from behind Qing Tan, and surrounded these five people in a corner with weapons in their hands.

Not long after, Ji Wuying walked into the house with vigorous steps in a military uniform, and glanced at the white-faced scholar with gloomy eyes and collapsed to the ground, Ji Wuying stepped forward, bent down and took off the Tianluo needle pinched in the palm of the white-faced scholar from the white-faced scholar's hand.

After taking the Tianluo needle and looking at it, Ji Wuying got up and sneered and asked the black-clothed people

"Celestial compass? Hehe, it's interesting, it seems that the one behind you is itchy with his skin? Was the Wind King cleaned up all over the ground looking for teeth, did that guy forget? Hehe, it's interesting, it's all taken away by the master of this army. ”

Ji Wuying waved his hand, and the forbidden army stepped forward to take down the five black-clothed people.

The reason why they took down these five guys so easily was precisely because these five guys didn't even have the slightest intention of resisting after seeing the forbidden army, not to mention that Ji Wuying came out later, and they even had their heads in their hands.

The Praetorian Army stepped forward, no matter how powerful the master behind them was.

In the end, it is still too big to leave the emperor.

They know this very clearly.

After Qing Tan coldly watched these five guys being escorted away by the forbidden army, he walked up to Ji Wuying, took the compass in Ji Wuying's hand, and his face became a little ugly.

"Tianluo needle, this thing, Nanli is the only one who has it, right?"

Ji Wuying smiled unkindly, nodded, and said in an unhappy tone

"That old thing, I was chopped off a hand by the Wind King as a warning, I originally thought that An Sheng should be fine after so many years, but I didn't expect it, but now I actually hit the idea into Jinling City, the white-faced scholar returned to Beijing, it stands to reason that there are no more than five people who know about it, hum, it seems that this matter has to be reported to the Wind King, but I didn't expect that there would be an inner ghost so soon."

Qingtan glanced at the white-faced scholar meaningfully, to be honest, she saw the white-faced scholar for the first time, she had seen the white-faced scholar in the portrait before, after all, the appearance of the white-faced scholar was indeed a must, but there were many portraits circulating in Nanli, but the portrait was a portrait, after seeing the white-faced scholar real person, even if the concentration was like Qingtan, when the eyes came into contact with the bewitching and beautiful face of the white-faced scholar, they couldn't help but be attracted by the appearance of the white-faced scholar.

This look, well, is a lovely one.

Qingtan patted Ji Wuying, pointed at the white-faced scholar with one hand, and said

"Old man Ji, are you sure you won't give him the poison yet? I see that the internal force fluctuations in his body are almost faint. “

Ji Wuying reacted when he heard this reminder, and hurriedly ran to the white-faced scholar again, took out the acupuncture bag from his clothes, and skillfully took out a few thin needles of different lengths from it, and Ji Wuying opened the white-faced scholar's white robe with one old hand.

Suddenly, Qing Tan was blushing and heartbeat by the scene in front of him, and hurriedly turned around to look away, Ji Wuying, an old man, is also doing things like an old man.