Starting from helping someone rob a wedding, he was forced to hide in the Sunset Sect

"Five teams have already obtained enough white beads. According to the previous results, they are basically guaranteed to be in the top ten."

Zhong Zhuanghai paused for a moment and continued, "But it's hard to say for this session. Due to the interference of special rules, these teams may meet each other earlier."

The red light limits the movement range of all teams. Enemies may suddenly be encountered anywhere, and a meeting is inevitable sooner or later.

"I have a question."

Xu Yijin looked at Zhao Beijun and continued, "If this red light continues to shrink until the tenth day, how much active area will be left?"

Currently, the red light shrinks once every hour.

But considering Zhao Beijun's usual style of doing things, it is not impossible that the frequency of the red light's contraction will increase in the next few days.

Zhao Beijun smiled and said, "Only a few hundred feet."

Xu Yijin and Zhong Zhuanghai looked at each other, and both felt that out of the hundreds of schools of thought in this session, there might only be one team left in the end.

The activity area is several hundred feet, and the remaining teams will inevitably engage in fierce fighting in this small area.

We can't all just get along and occupy a corner, waiting for the Hundred Schools of Thought to end, right?

Perhaps only the Tianfu Sect’s team would think this way.

Just as the two were thinking this, Zhao Beijun suddenly stood up, frowning, looking extremely serious.

"I'm going to leave for a while, I have some things to take care of. If any special situations arise while I'm away from the imperial city, please help me resolve them." Zhao Beijun said.

A brilliant blue vortex appeared in front of him, and his teleportation charm took effect.

Mr. Xu was in danger.

Before the Hundred Schools of Thought began, Zhao Beijun arranged for Old Xu to go to Song Lengyue's hometown to investigate an important matter, and specially gave him a teleportation talisman.

If Mr. Xu is in danger, Zhao Beijun will be able to arrive at the first time.

Before Xu Yijin and Zhong Zhuanghai could ask questions, Zhao Beijun stepped into the vortex.

Zhong Zhuanghai's face became solemn, and he asked seriously, "Where is he going?"

Zhao Beijun seldom showed such a heavy expression. For a cultivator of the eighth realm to leave in such a hurry, this matter must be no simple matter.

Xu Yijin shook her head and replied, "I'm not sure either."

The one who just left was not Zhao Beijun's clone, but his real body.

Zhao Beijun's clone is still staying in Danxia Sect, accompanying the eldest senior sister to the secret realm to compete for opportunities.

Xu Yijin put down the teacup, his eyes darkened, and he said slowly: "I'll go observe Song Lengyue. If there is anything special in the imperial city, I think it should be over there."

That night, Liang Yuwei rushed towards Song Lengyue with a sword in hand. Not only Zhao Beijun became suspicious, but Xu Yijin also became suspicious.

Liang Yuwei has lost most of her soul and has difficulty communicating with others normally, but it is impossible for her to attack others for no reason.

Xu Yijin was thinking at the time that the reason why Liang Yuwei took action was probably because she thought Song Lengyue was an enemy, so she took action.

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......

The moonlight is like water, sprinkling on the earth.

A woman in a white fairy dress slowly appeared.

Her face was like a snow lotus in winter, and her eyes and brows revealed a frightening coldness.

She looked down at the fallen Old Xu and raised her arms slightly. The air around her suddenly solidified, and a surge of sword intent surged, sweeping in all directions like a torrent.

A deep red sword energy suddenly cut through the night sky, like a blood moon, and went straight towards Old Xu.

The sword energy carried endless murderous intent and a cold breath of death.

A trace of fear flashed across Old Xu's eyes, but he was no longer able to resist.

He is now seriously injured and there is no way he can escape this sword.

Just as the sword energy was about to hit him, the air flow became turbulent.

The red sword energy suddenly stopped a few inches away from Old Xu and hovered in the air.

Zhao Beijun appeared in front of Old Xu, stretched out his hand and crushed the sword energy, turning it into nothingness.

He raised his head and looked at the woman in the air, and said, "If you want to harm my subjects, you must get past me first."

The voice carried an authority that could not be ignored.

A warm light emanated from Zhao Beijun's body, gently surrounding Old Xu and quickly restoring some of his strength.

"You leave here first, and let me handle this. When I return to the imperial city, you can tell me what happened." Zhao Beijun said.

"Your Majesty, please be more careful." Old Xu reminded.

Zhao Beijun nodded and watched Mr. Xu leave.

The light turned into a dazzling stream of light, quickly swept away into the distance, and disappeared into the vast night sky.

A magic sword suddenly appeared in Zhao Beijun's hand. The hilt was inlaid with a black dragon pattern. The dragon pattern meandered upwards like a black dragon hovering on the hilt, exuding a breathtaking pressure.

"I thought you wouldn't let Mr. Xu go so easily."

Zhao Beijun paused for a moment and continued, "The one in the Imperial City is just a clone?"

The woman standing above was Song Lengyue.

Zhao Beijun has been paying attention to her every move during this period, and she has not done anything abnormal.

He really didn't expect that the person who attacked Mr. Xu would be Song Lengyue.

"It can be considered as one of my clones."

Song Lengyue put the stone into his arms and continued, "The teleportation talisman you gave to Old Xu was specially made and will not be affected by the black air of the Mingyuan Mountains."

"You also left a law to protect him, so that he could hold on until you arrived."

Zhao Beijun suspected that Song Lengyue was a spy of the evil cultivator, so he asked Old Xu to investigate her background.

If she is really a demon cultivator, then Old Xu will definitely be in danger.

In order to ensure Mr. Xu's safety, Zhao Beijun specially gave him a special teleportation talisman.

Even if the demon cultivators from the Blood Moon Sect and the Netherworld Palace were carrying stones with black energy, Zhao Beijun would be able to arrive in time.

"Are you the master behind the Blood Moon Sect and the Netherworld Palace?"

Zhao Beijun stared at Song Lengyue with sharp eyes.

The lord from the Blood Moon Sect and the Netherworld Palace are most likely the same person. This possibility is very high.

If it is really the same person who is secretly controlling these two demonic sects, then this person must have entered the eighth realm.

With the cultivation level of the Spirit Transformation Realm alone, it is impossible to command these two major forces at the same time.

Song Lengyue's realm is comparable to Zhao Beijun's, both at the eighth realm, so that adult is most likely her.

Zhao Beijun was not in a hurry to take action and wanted to collect more information.

When cultivators of the eighth realm fight, it is difficult to kill each other unless both sides have the intention of killing each other and keep fighting.

"You have a lot of questions," Song Lengyue responded coldly, "So what if it is, and so what if it is not?"

"I just asked two questions. I still have many more questions for you."

"Where are the headquarters of the Blood Moon Sect and the Netherworld Palace? Did you cause the black air in the Netherworld Mountains..."

Before he could finish his words, a dazzling red sword energy suddenly fell from the sky, like a blood moon cutting through the night sky. The surrounding sky and earth were suddenly illuminated by red light, and a strong sense of oppression came over him.

Zhao Beijun raised his hand and swung his sword.

A brilliant white sword light whizzed out and headed towards the blood-colored sword energy. The moment the two collided, a burst of violent sparks erupted in the air.

A strong storm swept around, with turbulent air currents.

The red sword energy was as fragile as paper, making a sharp whistling sound, and was instantly torn into countless pieces, turning into scattered red light.

"It's very impolite to interrupt others when they are talking." Zhao Beijun said.