Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 455: Who in the world can withstand my majesty?
Feng Qingyan left Yingdu and flew away into the air.

Because he has now appeared in the world and is known to the world, it is not advisable for him to recklessly enter the world, let alone have close contact with the world.

So as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Perhaps if he had been in contact with the world for too long, it might have polluted the "Mr. in White" and made him gradually lose his sense of justice. He now vaguely felt that the "Mr. in White" seemed to exist in a magical form that he could not know for the time being.

It's an amazing feeling.

So he headed south, planning to sit in meditation for two days beside the Divine Power Thunder Lake, and then return to Yingdu to borrow the Cloud Sea Thunder Boat.

This not only allows him to maintain his mystery as the Lord in White, but also reduces his contact with the world.

If he rashly entered the world, lived in an inn in a certain city, and ate, drank, defecated and urinated like ordinary people, it would definitely damage the elegance of the White-Robed Lord...

To put it in simple terms.

Since Mr. Bai Yi is so handsome and outstanding, he must maintain Mr. Bai Yi's high-end style all the way and not let Mr. Bai Yi's identity fall in value.

This is just like a saint cannot enter the toilet in public.

But before he reached the Divine Might Lake, he could vaguely sense that the atmosphere around him had changed. His brows furrowed. Could it be that someone was planning to assassinate him? To be more precise, was he planning to take his bronze coffin?
The bronze coffin is a sacred artifact for suppressing "taboos".

Who in the world isn’t jealous?
Who doesn’t want to be in control?

Perhaps sometimes, even saints cannot escape worldly desires and may give in to greed.

How could Feng Qingyan not know?

Outside Yingdu, those who wanted to assassinate him were rushing towards the bronze coffin.

Unfortunately, his identity as Lord Baiyi is very special, making it almost impossible for the world to touch him, so naturally they cannot take his bronze coffin.

Besides, it would be useless to seize his bronze coffin.

He is the only one who can use the bronze coffin.

And is the bronze coffin really a bronze coffin? Or is it really a black pottery flower pot? Even now, Feng Qingyan does not know the true appearance of the bronze coffin or the black pottery flower pot.

Or is it the so-called reincarnation?

Its mystery far exceeded Feng Qingyan's imagination, so that he couldn't even peek into it now. Moreover, was the change in the Emperor's heart related to the bronze coffin?
Because Feng Qingyan vaguely guessed something.

But in the blink of an eye, the world before his eyes changed again, transforming into huge, unbreakable stone walls.

The stone walls blocked the surroundings, leaving Feng Qingyan with nowhere to go.

It was like a huge prison.

And in the sky above his head, a mountain emitting a terrifying murderous aura fell down, like a military token that had been the scene of countless bloody battles.

The blood stained on the military token was now flowing down like a river.

He even saw countless tragic wars and countless struggling souls in the gushing blood.

At this time, there were still countless indomitable military souls, fighting out of the blood with weapons in hand.

Before the mountain above his head could hit him, another wall of stone appeared inside the huge stone wall...

"Draw a line on the ground to make a prison, and the military order is as heavy as a mountain..."

Feng Qingyan said calmly, without stopping, still walking into the air.

But the speed has slowed down.

boom!
A bolt of lightning carrying an aura of destruction struck down from the depths of the sky, like the thunder from the Divine Thunder Lake, appearing extremely terrifying.

When it fell, it shattered layers of space, as if it had fallen from the void.

Even if a great sage is struck by lightning, he will have to endure the regret.

As the thunder struck.

In the huge stone prison, giant wolves appeared, each more than ten feet tall.

The giant wolves howled at the sky, their roars breaking the heavens, as if they had traveled from the ancient wilderness, bursting out with monstrous ferocity. They flew towards Feng Qingyan, their bloody mouths opened wide, swallowing up pieces of space... "Is this the thunderbolt of the Tianli family, or the wolves and tigers of the Zongheng family?"

Feng Qingyan looked around as he walked.

These two magical powers were relatively unfamiliar to him, and he could not be sure of them for a moment, unlike the Legalist's "drawing a line on the ground to make a prison" and the military strategist's "military orders are as strong as mountains". After all, he had almost always been in Confucianism and had little contact with other sects, so he mostly only knew the name of the magical power, but not its power.

There is no opportunity to come into contact with and experience it.

However, in the blink of an eye, four great sages appeared around the world, namely the Legalist, the Military Strategist, the Calendarist, and the Diplomat. Of course, the one who can use the magical power of "drawing a prison on the ground" is not necessarily a Legalist, but may also be a painter among the four arts.

The "drawing on the ground as a prison" of the Legalists and the "drawing on the ground as a prison" of the painters are just similar. Or it can be said that the "drawing on the ground as a prison" of the painters was borrowed from the Legalists.

To put it bluntly, it was plagiarized and they didn't even bother to change the name.

What are you copying?

It’s borrowed!
鉴！
Among the major sects of the Holy Way, who doesn’t borrow from each other, yet is helpless to be borrowed?

"The four great magical powers work so well together. Even if the great righteous man is in this prison, I'm afraid he will have to endure the bitterness." Feng Qingyan frowned. At this moment, his heart was slightly turbulent, as if the "Lord in White"'s sense of justice had some bad experiences, and was about to be tainted by the various aspects of the world. "Could it be that the Holy Dao World wants to kill me?"

He really couldn't think of it.

What other force in this world can give rise to the power of various factions?

In the Zhou Dynasty, apart from the various sects of the Holy Dao and the vassal states, what other forces are there? Perhaps there are some, but they are not prominent, let alone powerful...

At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh, realizing that he had underestimated people's hearts again.

It is true that human hearts are unpredictable.

"Every man is innocent, but he is guilty of carrying a jade."

Feng Qingyan stopped, his face still calm, and said: "Does Shengdao Tianxia want to kill me? Or does it want to take my bronze coffin?"

At this time, the four terrifying supernatural powers seemed to be hanging in the balance.

"Bronze coffin."

Three large white characters appeared in front of Feng Qingyan.

"As expected, you are here for the bronze coffin." Feng Qingyan was not surprised and asked, "So what if I give you the bronze coffin? Can you use it?"

"The method to control the bronze coffin."

A line of white text appears.

"In this world, I am the only one who can control the bronze coffin. There is no so-called method to control it." Feng Qingyan said.

"If you don't hand it over, you will die."

White text appears.

"If you don't believe me, what does it have to do with me?" Feng Qingyan shook his head and said, "Do you know that if I die, the Holy Way will perish and the world will be destroyed?"

"Hand over the bronze coffin and the method to control it, and I will let you go."

The white text reappears.

"I hope it's not the world that disappoints me, but just the evil of some greedy people." At this time, Feng Qingyan looked up at the sky with some disappointment in his eyes.

Although he had some guesses, he didn't want to guess any further. He didn't want the world to let him down or let other thoughts pollute the impartiality of the "Mr. in White".

At this moment, he cut off all distracting thoughts and smiled, "Although I have the four great magical powers, even the four great leaders cannot break the situation at this moment. However, you have underestimated me, and the world has underestimated my style."

"Who in the world can match my elegance?"

"Who in the world can withstand my majesty?"

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PS: Thanks to “Drinking Alone in the Brothel, Bai Wuchang of the Underworld” for the reward!

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