Infinite Bloodcore

Everything happened so suddenly.

After a few breaths, Zhen Jin died in front of everyone.

Zidi called out sternly, the big man worked hard without caring about his own safety, and then fell to the ground...

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then seemed to explode with a bang.

"Let me go!" Zidi tried to shake off Heijuan's hand, but Heijuan still held her arm firmly, with a stern look on her face.

"Damn, damn!" Zonge gritted his teeth while resisting the invading monsters, his face full of anger.

"Master!!!" Lan Zao yelled and rushed towards Zhen Jin's body.

"Be careful!" Zi Di reminded her loudly again.

But this time, Blue Algae flew to Zhen Jin's body, but was not struck by lightning.

"Master..." Lan Zao hugged Zhen Jin's body and screamed in pain.

His eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face. Because of his injury, he retreated behind the line and waited for magical treatment, so when Zhenjin charged, Lan Zhao didn't even notice it immediately.

And by the time he took action, it was too late.

Lan Zhao's body was hunched, hugging Zhen Jin tightly. At this moment, he felt that the light in his life had disappeared, and his life once again fell into boundless darkness.

The boundless pain and confusion seemed to form an abyss, swallowing him up.

At the same time, there is boundless regret and hatred for Zhusha, which are rapidly growing in the darkness and accumulating fiercely!

"Lord Zhenjin!! You killed our Lord Zhenjin!" Many people roared.

Some people held their heads in their hands, as dumb as statues, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief: "Master Zhenjin died? He actually died in the hands of his own people?"

"No!" Bai Ya shouted, and he reacted and ran towards Zidi, "Master Zidi, use the medicine, hurry up, hurry up, let's save you!"

But these words were like a bolt of lightning, which stunned Zidi, and silent tears quickly flowed down.

"Get away!" Seeing Bai Ya approaching, looking crazy, Heijuan grabbed Zidi's arm with one hand, raised his foot and kicked Bai Ya down to the ground.

"Black Juan, what are you going to do?!" Cang Xu asked sharply.

"Let go of my president!" Fat Tongue approached.

"Boy, you'd better let go of Lord Zhenjin's fiancée. You won't be allowed to run wild here!" San Dao held a dagger in his hand, his eyes full of warning.

"Hehe, hehehe, hehehehe..." Kurojuan laughed strangely, looking at everyone with mocking and contemptuous eyes, showing no fear.

"You ignorant people, stupid people!" Heijuan held his head high and shouted loudly, "I am the needle gold! I am the real needle gold!"

Everyone was shocked.

"What did you say?"

"are you crazy?!"

"Could it be that you couldn't stand the pressure and collapsed?"

However, at this time, Zhusha's voice came again: "He is indeed the real Zhenjin, the Templar Knight, the only heir to the Baizhen family, and the person you all want to follow."

"Did you hear that, idiots!" Kurojuan glared.

The crowd was silent for a moment, then was in an uproar again.

"These two are crazy!"

"Zhusha is also crazy, no wonder he does this!"

"Maybe it's not the priest's fault, but the tower spirit causing trouble again."

"No, maybe that artifact - the fairy tale of the mermaid is at work, and we have all been deceived! It's all fake."

Cangxu fell into silence. He looked at Zidi, Heijuan, and then at Zhenjin's corpse, with a look of thought on his face.

"Who told you that the criminal I hacked to death was a real needle gold?" Zhusha said in a mocking tone, "Or do you think that I would be stupid enough to openly murder a person as a priest of the Shengming Sect? A Templar? If I do this, what's the point of asking for more credit?"

"Also, don't you think Zhen Jin's behavior just now was impulsive and weird?"

"Why did he rush to the fourth floor? It's just because what I just said made him realize that his identity has been exposed."

The uproar of the crowd subsided.

"But he is a knight of the gods, and his prayers are almost always answered by the emperor!" someone retorted.

"Is he a divine knight? Have you ever seen what a real divine knight looks like?" Zhusha was furious, "Take a good look at the armor on his body and the sword in his hand! Does it look like a gun scorpion? Does the shell look like the legs of a blade spider?"

Everyone's eyes focused on it, and everyone's expressions changed.

Zhusha's voice slowed down and became gentle again: "I know your thoughts, and I understand you all very well. In fact, don't any of you find the appearance of fake gold needles suspicious? You don't think of the shell of a gun scorpion, or a spider. Does the blade touch your feet?"

"It's just that you want to escape, want to leave here alive, want to follow Zhenjin, and want a bright future. Therefore, you deliberately rejected these suspicious aspects."

"This fake needle gold is indeed very clever. He arouses the greed and selfish desires in your hearts and makes you help him to deceive yourselves."

Zhusha paused, and then solemnly announced: "You have all been deceived by him!"

Everyone was shocked and confused. Bai Ya had just been kicked to the ground by Heijuan. Now he was sitting on the ground, shaking his head: "No, this is not true, this is not true."

Kurojuan sneered, and he glanced at the people around him: "Look at your expressions now, it's really exciting!"

"If you don't believe me or the priest of the Shengming Sect, then I have a witness here."

"Zidi, my fiancée, tell them the truth quickly!" Heijuan stared at Zidi with a sharp gaze.

But Zidi had already burst into tears and allowed her arm to be tightly controlled by Heijuan. She stared blankly at the boy's body, motionless and confused, as if she had not heard Heijuan's words at all.

Black Juan snorted, very dissatisfied with Zidi. He glanced around: "Are you really stupid, or are you pretending to be stupid? She has already acquiesced."

Indeed, Zidi's strange state is enough to verify Heijuan and Zhusha's words.

There was dead silence.

Only the sound of the fighting beasts downstairs kept coming.

At this moment, Kurojuan felt very satisfied. He took a deep breath. The air had never changed, but he felt more relaxed than ever.

Standing in the deathly silent crowd, Heijuan proudly announced again: "Now you should understand that I am the real needle gold."

"I am the needle gold!"

I am needle gold...

As a child, Zhen Jin stood in a pool of blood, surrounded by the bodies of his brothers and sisters.

The murderer was squatting in front of Zhen Jin, with a charming smile on his delicate face.

The murderer stretched out his slender white hands, gently stroked Zhen Jin's hair, and comforted her softly: "What's your name, little friend?"

In childhood, the needle-gold pupils had already shrunk to the size of a needle tip, the whole body was as stiff as death, and the whole body and mind were filled with fear.

"If you don't answer sister's words obediently, you will die." The murderer said with a smile.

Childhood Zhenjin was shaking violently and opened his mouth to speak, but his teeth were chattering violently and he couldn't speak.

He was extremely frightened and anxious, and the cold sweat on his forehead kept rolling down his face.

"Hehehe, good boy, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." The murderer patted Zhenjin's little head again, then leaned close to Zhenjin's ear, and whispered, "I know even if you don't tell me, you are called Zhenjin Dui. wrong?"

The murderer chuckled: "Don't worry, my sister just played a little joke with you. If my sister doesn't kill you, you will survive. Who made the emperor choose to forgive your Baizhen family?"

"According to my sister's wishes, the corrupt southern nobles like you, who are constantly betraying and surrendering, should be completely exterminated. Tsk tsk... What a pity."

"However, although the Baizhen family has survived, it is almost as good as annihilation. The emperor only allows the Baizhen family to have one heir. Do you know why my sister chose you?"

"Because you are too cowardly, these brothers and sisters around you are very brave, they are full of hatred, they want to revitalize the family... so, they died."

"You have to thank you for your cowardice and timidity. This is your temperament. You have to keep it well, little friend."

"Did you hear that?"

Childhood Acupuncture trembled all over again, and then began to nod crazily.

"So good!" The murderer smiled and stroked Zhen Jin's little head and stood up.

Scanning the corpses everywhere, her face showed the joy and satisfaction after killing. When she saw the childhood needle gold that was nodding crazily, she couldn't help but reveal a trace of regret.

She turned around and left here, leaving behind her childhood needle gold, shaped like a puppet, still nodding crazily.

…

In the bright and magnificent white hall, sunlight shines in through the towering colorful glass windows.

A group of teenagers gathered together, and Zhen Jin was among them.

Zhenjin and other teenagers swore an oath together——

I swear to respect and love the living gods, the great lord of the empire, the Holy Ming Emperor!

I vow to follow the leader's footsteps and move forward bravely!

I swear to protect my loved ones, no matter the danger!

I swear to treat my friends sincerely and reject hypocrisy!

I swear that I will never leave the one I love until death!

I swear to stand up to rape and be kind to the weak!

I swear to be impartial and fight against all wrongs!

From today on, I am a Templar!

"That's great!" After taking the oath, the young man Zhen Jin was filled with excitement. "If I become a Templar, our family will have a backer and we will be safe in the future!"

…

The sky was gloomy and it was drizzling.

In an empty training ground.

A group of teenagers formed a circle, and Zhen Jin fell to the ground at this moment, surrounded by the teenagers in the center.

The teenagers looked down at Zhenjin, laughing and taunting constantly, with heavy disdain on their faces.

The leading boy was tall and tall, with blue hair that stood upright on his scalp like several inches of steel needles.

The green-haired boy crossed his arms and stepped on Zhen Jin's shoulders: "Zhen Jin! Remember, your Bai Zhen family is just a subcounty and a loser! A guy like you also wants to be on an equal footing with us? "

The green-haired boy suddenly raised his foot, stepped on Zhen Jin's head, and laughed ferociously: "I will teach you a lesson today! From now on, when you see us, no matter where you are in the castle, we will teach you I bow my head obediently, make way for me obediently, and shrink to the side!"

"A lower-class noble must behave like a lower-class noble. If you ever let me see you looking at me Qing Kui, I will beat you to a cripple."

"have you understood?"

Qing Kui roared loudly and used his foot force to crush Zhen Jin's head into the mud.

"Ming...understand. Cough cough cough!" Zhen Jin made a difficult voice, his heart filled with fear.

"Hahaha." Qingkui raised his head and laughed triumphantly, released his feet, and walked away.

Before leaving, he left a message: "Of course, Zhenjin, if you are not convinced, you can challenge me at any time. I, Qingkui, am waiting for you anytime, anywhere!"

"Cough cough cough." Zhen Jin struggled and sat up with his upper body.

He wanted to say that he would never challenge, but as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, mud and water inevitably flowed back into his throat, triggering another fit of coughing.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, the teenagers all lost interest.

"Bah, what the hell!"

"Why does he want to challenge Master Qingkui?"

"With his embroidery needle, hahaha."

The rain was falling heavily, and the teenagers gathered around Qingkui and entered the castle with bursts of laughter.

Zhenjin sat in the mud, letting the rain hit her body.

He was trembling, feeling extremely aggrieved: "I was wronged, I just wanted to make friends with you, Qingkui, I had no intention of challenging you at all!"

…

Autumn evening.

Zhen Jin was in a study room.

The study was dark, with a narrow window on the stone wall on one side, which was the only source of light at the moment.

He saw Zhen Jin's father, the leader of the Bai Zhen clan, sitting behind the desk.

He is a middle-aged man with a thin build, pale complexion, and two straight and slender beards. He frowned slightly, showing a cold temperament: "Zhenjin, my son, don't lower your head."

Zhen Jin raised his head, looked at his father, and then looked away in fear.

"Why? Half a month has passed. My son, you still haven't made any progress in breath control. You're still at the original level." The middle-aged man's voice continued.

Zhen Jin's heart trembled and she didn't dare to say anything.

The middle-aged man said clearly: "I understand your feelings very well. You have never been interested in Qi Condensation Technique. You think your family's fighting skills are weak, don't you?"

"You think that the blood of our Baizhen family cannot give you outstanding physical fitness, strength or speed. Now you are just a lower-class noble of the empire, right?"

Zhen Jin remained silent.

The middle-aged noble sighed deeply, stood up, walked around the desk, and walked to Zhen Jin: "Come, follow me."

The two walked out of the study, walked through the dark corridors, passed the mottled stone walls, and came to the garden in the castle.

"Fighting Skill—Hundred Needle Wind!"

The middle-aged man suddenly drew his sword.

This sword is not an edged cutting sword, but a slender stabbing sword.

The stabbing sword struck continuously in the middle-aged man's hand. Because the speed was too fast, it directly formed a sword shadow. Especially the tip of the stabbing sword was shrouded in fighting spirit. For a moment, gold stars overflowed and were dazzling!

The tree-wing butterflies were swept by the strong wind and hit by Venus, and fell to the ground one by one.

After a few breaths, the ground was covered with a layer of "sycamore leaves", and none of the hundreds of tree-wing butterflies managed to escape! Douzi Literature Network

"Okay, that's amazing!" Zhen Jin was dumbfounded.

"Ahem, cough, cough." The middle-aged man put away his sword, coughed repeatedly, and his face turned pale, "Do you still think our Baizhen family is weak?"

Zhen Jin shook his head vigorously.

"Every noble family has its own heritage, not to mention that our Baizhen family was once a great noble in the south! Baizhen Feng is our family's signature fighting skill and one of our family's heritage. But few outsiders know this secret. .”

"Running a family requires strategy. Sometimes, we need to be high-profile, baring our teeth and claws like beasts. But sometimes, we need to be low-key and dormant. Just like now, our Baizhen family needs to show weakness and reduce our sense of existence. "

After a pause, the middle-aged noble continued: "Do you know what is the basis for activating the Hundred Needles Wind?"

Without waiting for Zhen Jin to reply, the middle-aged nobleman immediately spoke: "It's the Qi Condensation Technique."

"Ah?" Zhen Jin was surprised.

"Only by forbearing and accumulating strength can we have an astonishing explosion. Qi Condensation Technique allows us to restrain our breath, making it difficult for outsiders to detect or underestimate our fighting qi cultivation. At the same time, Qi Condensation Technique also has the effect of accumulating strength. Only Only when you practice the fighting skill of Qi Condensation to a high level can you practice Bai Zhen Feng and other fighting skills. It can be said that Qi Condensation Technique is the cornerstone of our family's fighting skills. Zhen Jin, you are the heir of my Bai Zhen family. You must Practice well."

"I understand, I will work hard, father!" Zhen Jin's eyes shone, very excited.

He found a reason.

"That's right, I'm just holding back. I'm not a coward, and I've never been one."

"I'm gathering strength, I'm bearing the humiliation for my family!"

…

In an old tavern, the lights were dim and people were noisy.

"We won!"

"Drink this cup to the full!"

This is the celebration banquet for the newly formed fifth order of Templars.

The knights all had brand new scars on their armor, cloaks, or bodies, but everyone was excited.

Needle gold is also among them.

"Captain, tell us. I know that you have participated in many battles, such as conquering the Iron Banner Castle, encircling the Blood Knights, and guarding the Griffin Cliff. What do you think is the most difficult battle?" someone asked. .

The old leader's remaining one eye showed a look of nostalgia under the light of the fire.

He said: "To say that the most difficult battle has to be the one six years ago in the Jackal Valley."

"I know, it's the annihilation battle of the Hanshan Knights!" someone said excitedly.

There were many people who looked at Zhen Jin with sharp eyes.

The old leader nodded and continued: "Yes, it's in the Jackal Valley. Those nobles in the south are almost all treacherous villains, despicable and capricious!"

"Our fifth regiment of Templar Knights has been marching for five days. After entering the Jackal Valley, we were betrayed by friendly forces. Thousands of Hanshan Knights surrounded us."

"Our fifth regiment had just withdrawn from the front line. After being attacked by the first wave, we were caught off guard. We lost 30 people on the spot, leaving only more than 1,000 people. Almost everyone was injured."

"we lose!"

"The entire fifth regiment is dead, and only me is left."

"It was the Emperor himself who saved my dog's life. He asked me what reward I wanted."

"I will tell the Emperor, his old man, and ask him to give me the number of the Fifth Order of Knights. I will build another Fifth Order of Knights Templar!"

"That's why you guys are here, you know?"

"Otherwise, how could the majestic Knights Templar recruit new members so easily?"

"You little guys are all unlucky. But you are still too young. What did the battle just now count?" The old leader shook his head and said nothing more. He just continued to drink.

What he said was very brief and rough, but the young Templars in the tavern looked excited.

They chatted excitedly.

"I know that in the battle in the Jackal Valley, our fifth regiment relied on only a few thousand people to wipe out more than 5,000 Hanshan Knights and three of their formations!"

"The Hanshan Knights had just cleaned up the battlefield when they were attacked by the three Templar Knights who rushed in with lightning, and were eventually wiped out in the Jackal Valley."

"The Hanshan Knights are the number one trump card of the Southern Nobles Alliance. This battle broke the backbone of the Southern Nobles Alliance!"

"Yes, these are us Templars!"

"We are invincible and unstoppable!"

"Even if we are in desperate situation, we will die with our heads held high!"

"That's right, charge, charge, charge to the death!"

The atmosphere in the tavern became lively again, and the young Templars' faces were all red, whether because of the drinks or excitement.

Only Zhenjin was sitting in the corner, he fell into silence and was no longer in a trance. The glory of victory seemed to be completely separated from him, and no one even wanted to sit with him.

…

The outside of the competition ground was full of people.

The showdown in the arena also came to an end.

Templar Qingkui was forced into a desperate situation, and his opponent was none other than the leader of the Baizhen clan.

Zhen Jin was among the crowd, shouting in his heart: "That's it, father, kill this damn guy! In the Knights Templar, he is the one who always makes trouble for me. Ever since I entered the fifth regiment, he has never Stop bullying me!"

Around Zhenjin, there were also many fellow Templars, all of whom were familiar faces.

"Qingkui, if you can't do it, just admit defeat!"

"The opponent is too strong and you are still too young. It is not shameful to lose."

"Think you still have a sister, Qingkui, don't be stubborn."

the young Templars were shouting.

Qing Kui's sister was also outside the scene. At this moment, her face was pale, without a trace of blood, and her delicate body was trembling, like a poor little flower in a violent storm.

Zhen Jin sneered secretly: "Qing Kui's sister? Very good! Qing Kui is dead, and it's not over yet! Once I get a chance, as his sister, you should atone for your brother's sins."

Then, one last fight.

The leader of the Baizhen clan broke off the hand holding the sword, while Qing Kui collapsed on the ground.

"Father, father!" Zhen Jin exclaimed, his voice trembling violently.

"Impossible, this is impossible! How could a mere Qingkui hurt his father!" Zhen Jin couldn't believe the facts in front of him.

"Kill him, kill him quickly, father!" Zhen Jin wanted to shout loudly, but he never had the courage to shout.

The old leader walked into the venue at this time and announced that the duel was over.

"No, how could this happen!?" The people around cheered, but Zhenjin felt like falling into an ice cave.

"Father!" He ran over and supported the Baizhen clan leader.

The middle-aged man looked around, taking in the surrounding scenes, but his expression had returned to calm: "My son, raise your head and look at me. Tell me what the family motto of my family is."

"Don't overestimate people, and don't underestimate people." Zhen Jin reluctantly raised his head, his tone choked with sobs, and his heart was trembling.

…

There were only two people on the range.

"Father, I am following your call." Zhen Jin said.

The leader of the Baizhen clan nodded slightly: "It's been a few days since you came back from the imperial capital. I'm here to test whether you have slacked off in your training in the imperial capital. This time, we will compete in archery. If you can beat me, I will give you the swift bee."

Zhen Jin's heart trembled, and he said sadly and hesitantly: "But father, your arm..."

The leader of the Baizhen clan didn't care: "It doesn't matter, you shoot first."

Zhen Jin picked up the long bow and shot the arrow. He was depressed and did not hit the target.

It's the turn of the Baizhen clan leader.

"Watch it, my son." The leader of the Baizhen clan took out one of the long white crystal needles with his index and middle fingers, and flicked it.

call out!

A sharp scream that penetrated the air suddenly sounded in Zhenjin's ears.

At the same time, he saw a long golden needle streaking through the air, leaving a bright light.

The light extended straight and hit the target. Then there was a loud bang, and the entire target was completely blown to pieces!

"This is?!" Zhen Jin opened his mouth slightly, his face full of shock.

"This is a secret technique passed down from generation to generation in our Hundred Needles family - the roar of sharp needles. Do you want to learn it?"

"According to your current total amount of fighting spirit, if you instill it all, you should be able to barely give out one shot." Baizhen Clan Leader immediately estimated again.

Zhenjin smiled bitterly: "Father, wouldn't it be a bit dangerous for me to use this secret skill?"

The smile on Baizhen Clan Leader's face gradually faded, and his expression turned serious.

He stared at Zhenjin and said with deep meaning: "My son, reality is always cruel. Whether it is fighting or other aspects, you will always be at risk."

"A lot of times, you'll find that taking a full shot is just the smartest choice."

"It is very uncomfortable to feel such emptiness and pain when all the fighting energy in the body is temporarily consumed. But sometimes, we have to do this."

“Don’t be afraid of risks, and don’t be afraid of sacrifices!”

"Sacrifice?" Just this word made Zhen Jin's heart tremble.

…

A room that was obviously carefully decorated, luxurious and extravagant. Paintings by famous artists hung on the walls, and the smell of expensive perfume floated in the air. The pink-gold curtains were drawn up, and most of the sunlight during the day was blocked by the curtains, making the whole room look dim and ambiguous.

The dancer Jisi is wearing exotic costumes from the northwest of the empire, with a purple veil on her face, which makes her stunning face even more mysterious and seductive. She has a graceful and voluptuous figure, with bulging front and back. The dance costume, which was mainly red and mixed with gold thread, was short and close-fitting, revealing her slender arms and white belly button.

When the dance ended, the three teenagers in the room were stunned.

After reacting, they all applauded.

Zhen Jin's main attention was focused on one of the teenagers, whose identity was very unusual.

Zhen Jin couldn't bear to give up and asked with a smile: "Ange, didn't you ask me to see Ji Si's dancing? What do you think? I can make the decision now to transfer this Miss Ji Si Give it to you. You can use her to warm your bed tonight. Hahaha."

However……

"Awesome, the temptation of beauty is really powerful."

"This beauty has no value to me anymore. I won't have it."

"The family motto of our family is this sentence - Hell is at our feet, and our fall is imminent. The family motto reminds us to stay vigilant, desire is an abyss, if we don't pay attention, we will transform into demons and no longer be human. .”

"Zhen Jin, you and I are colleagues. This time, you helped me, so I can give you some advice. Your own practice is the key. Blindly cultivating connections will only be leaves fluttering in the wind."

After saying this, An Ge stood up and left regardless of Zhen Jin's ugly expression.

"Damn it, hate it!" When no one else was present, Zhen Jin was so angry that he smashed the cups in the room, "You look down on me, you all look down on me!!"

…

"What?! Father, do you want me to compete for the position of Lord of Baisha City?"

"This, this can't work."

"I only have a black iron cultivation level. To be the master of a city, I should need at least a silver level cultivation level!"

Zhen Jin kept shaking his head.

Bai Zhen Clan Leader snorted coldly: "Who told you not to work hard in your daily practice? Look at your colleagues around you. Which one of Qing Kui and An Ge is not a silver level person?"

Zhen Jin lowered his head and muttered: "They all have profound backgrounds and have too many cultivation resources. How can I compare?"

The leader of the Baizhen clan snorted coldly again: "Although our Baizhen clan is lonely, there are many people who should support you."

"This time is an opportunity for our family to revitalize. You must seize it!"

"Because you are the only heir to the Baizhen family."

"I will send elite forces and let Jianwa lead the team to help you compete for the position of city lord."

Zhenjin suddenly showed joy: "Ah, Uncle Armwa?"

"In addition, I also secured a foreign aid for you. Congratulations, my son, not long ago, I selected an excellent fiancée for you. Her name is Zidi, and she is the current president of the Wisteria Chamber of Commerce. .”

"This?!" Zhen Jin was not happy at all, "Father, she has no aristocratic blood at all. You want me to marry her? If it was the former Wisteria Chamber of Commerce, there would still be discussions. But now this Wisteria Chamber of Commerce..."

"Okay, I called you here to tell you to make preparations, not to listen to your complaints. Go down." Chief Baizhen waved his hand.

Zhen Jin opened his mouth with a look of reluctance, but in the end he could only retreat angrily due to his father's authority.

…

"Are you Zidi?" Zhen Jin raised his head slightly and looked at the purple-eyed girl in front of him. Although her face was expressionless, Zidi's appearance made waves in her heart.

"What a beauty!"

"Although it would be humiliating to expose her, it would even make her a laughing stock in the circle."

"But this appearance alone seems to be valuable."

"Lord Zhenjin." Zidi looked anxious, "I'm sorry to come in such a hurry, but the situation is really urgent. All the men sent by your family have been wiped out."

"I know." Zhenjin nodded, showing a look of shock and anger, "If Uncle Jianwa personally led the team, this kind of thing would never happen."

Zidi continued: "I am very worried now that other competitors will arrive at Baisha City in advance to establish an early advantage. Therefore, I suggest that we make the illusion of staying where we are, actually disguise our identities, set off secretly, and take the pig The Kiss goes to sea.”

Zhen Jin's pupils shrank, and he felt like shrinking back, but he didn't want to appear timid in front of the beauty in front of him, so he could only snort: "This is a good idea, but it is also very risky. I only have black iron cultivation. If you are too reckless, If my actions lead to me being framed, then all plans will be empty talk."

Zidi smiled: "Please don't worry, sir. I have the means to ensure your safety. First, we will hire a powerful mercenary group to protect our safety. Secondly, we will act quietly and may not be discovered. Again, Pig Kiss Among them is also the examiner of the Lord of Baisha City, the priest of the Shengming Sect, Mr. Zhusha. Finally, I strongly suggest that you disguise your identity and pretend to be an ordinary mercenary, and use a double in public to act as a bait."

Zhen Jin was attracted by Zi Di's smile and felt dazzled. He reluctantly frowned: "Is this... okay?"

"It can be done, sir. The potion we are using this time is a transformation potion refined by Duke Amy himself. After people drink it, their skin color and hair color will change, or the bridge of their nose will become taller and straighter. , the eyes become a little bigger, etc. The most important thing is that it has obvious effects and is very safe and secretive. If it is a normal disguise with spells or magic props, it must continue to consume mana and there will be mana fluctuations." Zi Di persuaded softly. With.

"This... seems like a good idea." Zhen Jin said hesitantly, "What about my substitute?"

"Believe me, Master Zhenjin, you will see him soon and you will be very satisfied!"

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