He Bikong ignored his alarmist remarks, and thought: Listen to him, no matter how fanciful he says, I just have a mind and will never let anyone go.

In fact, with a few lips and tongues, this guy with a deep cultivation realm let him or the princess go, and Zhuo Zangfeng didn't have many illusions. He just stalled for time and gave him a chance to escape.

But at this time, he suddenly had hope, at least for the time being, there was no danger.

"Do you know our identity?" this time he held back, did not pretend to be profound, and continued: "In front of you is the princess of the Tang Dynasty, who is loved by thousands of people. Yan Zhiguo and King Qing Shui Mu all treated each other with courtesy, only Princess Mu, who had long hair and short knowledge, wanted to use the blood of His Royal Highness Shenfeng to save her dying son, and did not consider the consequences of this matter at all. ”

"I am a million soldiers in the Tang Dynasty, and countless civil and military generals in my government and the opposition are recuperating, and His Majesty the Emperor has the ambition to clear the world, but thinking of the people of the world, in order not to suffer from the suffering of the living beings, I will be honored and noble, and I will conclude a good agreement with you Yanzhiguo Qin and Jin. ”

"Not to mention that King Qing Shui Mu detained the princess privately, it is already a great rebellion, just because he did not show the God King of the Northern Regions in time, this is another deception, if His Royal Highness has any accidents at this time, then it will not be long before Yan Zhiguo will disappear in this territory. ”

"At this moment, if you stop the precipice, it is not too late, but if you insist on going your own way and colluding with Princess Mu, then no one will be able to save you at that time. ”

"Of course, you have cultivated to the world, but I am full of martial artists in the Tang Dynasty, and there are such reckless cultivators outside the party, and any one person can destroy your soul. ”

He Bikong was silent, and a solemn look gradually appeared on his face.

The princess said that the messenger and the princess were fakes, why was the young man in front of him sharp, and he only said a faint generosity to guide the country, and there was absolutely no such panic as a cringe and a thief.

Look at the princess next to her, her demeanor is elegant, she is beautiful, she is in danger and calm, although she is because she has the blood of the divine phoenix, but this appearance is really worthy of the posture of heaven and man.

If they are impostors, they must not even have this kind of demeanor even for the real princess and Tang envoy.

He asked with some hesitation, "Who are you?"

Seeing that he was hesitant, Zhuo Zangfeng deliberately sighed heavily, and answered the question, "The long sword on your back is called Baiju Guo, and it is one of the four great divine soldiers of Yan Zhiguo.

"This sword is three feet and three inches long, and the materials taken are stainless steel and dark iron, which is a divine product in the sword. ”

This sword is recorded in the "Sword Product Dayan Chapter", listening to the unique whirling sound of the sword, as well as the sword qi generated by the sword body, Zhuo Zangfeng guessed that it was this white horse passing through the gap.

The sword in "Sword Products" was finally awarded to King Qing Shui Mu, and according to this inference, King Mu is likely to give this sword to such a powerful cultivator in front of him in order to buy people's hearts.

Otherwise, how could such a master die for King Mu?

He talked eloquently, but He Bikong was shocked and asked, "Who are you?"

Zhuo Zangfeng took a moment, "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that my Royal Highness the Tang Princess is in front of me." And if you are a cultivator in vain, you really have no eyes!

The stakes are very high, and He Bikong can't help but think about it carefully.

If the person in front of him is really the princess of the Tang Dynasty, then at this time, he is pulling the entire Yanzhiguo into the flames of war.

He Bikong groaned, Na Sumeru and King Mu were currently intercepting the invading cultivators of the Great Yue Kingdom in the Autumn Wind Plain, although their cultivation was profound, but in the face of the elite soldiers of the entire Tang Kingdom, they would never dare to cross the Thunder Pond by half a step.

Is it for the sake of a little prince, not hesitating to overthrow the country and the family?

The national teacher and King Mu would never be so stupid. And he was favored by King Mu, and he was given the sword and white horse, so he couldn't do anything to be sorry for King Mu.

He thought about it quickly, and many unclear joints were clear, and at this time, he no longer doubted the identities of the two, but he just thought that he couldn't take them to the Xuanming Sword Sect to die, so he had to delay the time first, and wait for King Mu to return to the mansion before making a decision.

A great swordsman in the cultivation world, a teenager who has just stepped into the threshold of cultivation, all choose to delay in the face of major matters.

The princess listened to Zhuo Zangfeng like a lotus flower, and her tone revealed impassioned majesty, thinking that this guy could really say that he was many times stronger than those boastful officials of the Ministry of Rites in the court.

Moreover, his cultivation realm is mediocre, and he can actually master the exquisite swordsmanship!?

There is no danger for the time being, Zhuo Zangfeng thought, and decided to coax the guy in front of him to the land of the Divine Spring.

"I want to use the cultivation of a gentleman to never plunge my country into panic and killing, and I will never fall into my benefactor and injustice. ”

He Bikong was silent.

"Sir, do you know why there is a blood mark on the sword of the white horse sword?"

"Why?"

This problem has puzzled He Bikong for a long time, and it has almost become a heart disease. The great swordsman who cherishes his sword like his life has wiped it many times, and humbly consulted how many swordsmiths and swordsmen have come up with a variety of answers, and they can't say why.

At this time, someone took the initiative to ask, and he could bear it.

Zhuo Zangfeng said in a low voice: "This sword was once brought by Meng Taixu to help Duan Qianhua seriously injure the Lord of the Dragon Domain, it was stained with the blood of the Divine Dragon, and it was refined by the majestic vitality, just like the tattoos on people's bodies, they can't be washed off, and they can't be wiped clean. ”

Every time he faced the lake-like white horse sword, He Bikong sighed that the white bi was slightly flawed, and he couldn't get rid of this blood stain, and when it was serious, he had no intention of cultivating, and the tea and rice were not fragrant, since the young man in front of him unexpectedly knew how to swordsmanship, and he could also tell the reason for the blood stains on the sword body, then maybe he had a way to get rid of it.

This was originally a disease of sword addiction, and it was also a helpless thing in the world.

Zhuo Zangfeng said again: "A flawed sword, no matter what, it can't be refined into a sword element, it can only be used as a flying sword, this sword is wonderful, it's a pity!"

This sentence is even more to the point, and He Bikong can no longer be calm. At this moment, he has long forgotten the original intention of not being deceived by the young man's words, even if there is a ditch in front of him, Zhuo Zangfeng said that it is flat ground, he will settle down calmly.

"Is there a way to get rid of the blood?"

After asking, He Bikong felt a little anxious, groaned, and said slowly: "If you can remove the blood stains, although I can't let the princess go, I can send you back to Datang." ”

Then he thought that if Zhuo Zangfeng went back, he would definitely tell the princess about it, and changed his words: "You can't go back to Datang, that will bring thousands of troops and horses, and it will make my Dayan people have no rest, I can guarantee that you will have no worries for life, even if you pass on your swordsmanship, it is not impossible." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng smiled dumbly, Duan Qianhua, Meng Taixu, who is not as subtle as the swordsmanship of the person in front of him? But seeing that his words revealed honesty and non-deception, it was not a lie.

"There is a heavenly spring in the hairpin mountain, and the sword body can be washed with spring water, which can remove thousands of filths and murderous spirits. Not only is it useful for swords, but it also has an unexpected effect on cultivators to improve their realm. ”

Regarding the Dragon Domain, it was he who pestered Meng Taixu to tell him, and then the old sword saint knew that he had lost his words, and never revealed any more to him, not even mentioning this name.

As for the blood marks on the body of the white horse passing through the gap, there is a clear record in the "Sword Product", and the reason is unknown. In order to coax He Bikong to take them to the Dragon Domain, he exaggerated the efficacy of the Divine Spring.

Isn't it a huge mountain that lies in front of you? The snow on the highest peak is still shining with dazzling silver.

He Bikong looked at the top of the mountain, "The invincible hairpin mountain is in front of you, but the Heavenly Dao Divine Spring is as small as a fairy mountain, only seen in the legend, how to find it." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng laughed, and said confidently: "My princess of the Tang Dynasty has a map of Youshentan. ”

He Bikong's heart shook, and he blurted out: "I will find a way to cure your witch sword poison, now ask Her Royal Highness the princess to take out the map, and He Bikong of the Great Yan Kingdom will always remember the favor!"