My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 259 Bai Ziqing Got Slapped
But being handsome cannot make a living.

Zeng Anmin looked at everything in front of him calmly.

Bai Ziqing's brows were filled with coldness at this time.

The long sword in his hand was like moonlight, scattered all over the sky, covering the figure in front of him shrouded in black mist.

"Choo Choo Choo."

His sword danced and left an afterimage.

From Zeng Anmin's perspective.

That long sword seems like the most beautiful color in the world.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz."

Every dance of the sword pierced through the black fog before his eyes.

But to no avail.

The black shadow seemed to have completely turned into black mist.

Each of Bai Ziqing's swords was only able to disperse the black fog.

But the black fog was extremely tenacious. After being dispersed, it slowly gathered together again.

Zeng Anmin looked thoughtful.

Physical attacks...are ineffective?

Beads of sweat gradually appeared on Bai Ziqing's forehead.

He frowned.

He had never experienced such a strange scene before him.

"So what if it's the fourth rank?"

The figure shrouded in black mist chuckled.

There was a hint of teasing in his voice.

"go with!"

As his voice fell.

Then the black mist covering his body suddenly rushed out.

It turned into a black net in the sky, slowly pressing towards Bai Ziqing and Zeng Anmin.

"Bind!"

The dark web seems to have self-awareness.

Even though Bai Ziqing and Zeng Anmin tried their best to dodge.

But he was still entangled by the black net.

"Squeak~"

A teeth-grinding sound was heard.

Zeng Anmin only felt his limbs tighten.

Extremely strong pressure came from the wrists and ankles.

The black net formed by the black fog has turned into dozens of wisps of black gas, like chains, firmly rooted in the ground.

On the other end, Bai Ziqing and Zeng Anmin's limbs, waists and abdomens were locked tightly.

Zeng Anmin wanted to move.

However, he found that the black aura that locked his body was extremely tenacious and he could not break free at all.

And as the strange black aura entered the body.

The martial arts energy in his body was like a mouse seeing a cat, and it stopped flowing no matter how he tried to control it.

He looked up.

Bai Ziqing was the same as him at this time.

Into this predicament.

His struggle was more intense than Zeng Anmin's.

But it was in vain.

"His methods... don't seem like those of the Eastern Religion..."

Bai Ziqing looked towards Zeng Anmin with a serious gaze.

Zeng Anmin remained silent.

He could naturally feel it too.

He once fought against the followers of the Eastern Church.

It's not that weird.

But he didn't panic at all.

He discovered that the martial arts energy in his body could not function under the influence of the black energy.

But Haoran’s righteous spirit is extremely violent and ready to take action.

It was like a fierce animal seeing its prey. If he hadn't tried his best to control it, it would have already rushed out of his body and completely destroyed all the black energy...

"Da da da."

Footsteps sounded.

Zeng Anmin looked up.

The man who was just shrouded in black fog now revealed his original face.

The man's face was strangely pale.

There was an evil smile on his face.

His lips are very thin.

There was no trace of blood either.

In other words, all the exposed skin on his body was like white marble.

It's so white that it's creepy.

He just walked forward slowly and leisurely.

He passed by Bai Ziqing.

Bai Ziqing looked at him.

But he did not stop.

Passing by Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin looked at him indifferently.

A sense of vigilance emerged in my heart.

The righteous energy is quietly flowing.

He knew that once his righteous energy was used, his identity would be exposed.

But in the face of a life-and-death crisis, these are all empty words.

However, the man did not stop.

"Da da da."

He just slowly walked towards a carriage. "Stop him!!"

When Bai Ziqing saw this scene, his face changed and he shouted at the imperial city officials around him.

His body subconsciously wanted to move towards that person.

However, he was entangled tightly by the chains transformed from the black mist, and it was difficult for him to take a single step forward.

"Your Highness the Southern Prince, shall we go?"

However, that person turned a deaf ear to Bai Ziqing's voice.

He came to the carriage with a creepy smile on his face.

There was a rustling sound coming from the carriage.

Not long after.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted by a broad hand.

A familiar face appeared.

It was the King of the South who was escorted here by the diplomatic envoys.

His face was filled with indifference.

He looked at the strange-looking man in front of him.

"Walk."

King Nan was silent for a moment and then nodded.

It was obvious that he knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Once he entered the capital, he would be a sheep to be slaughtered in the hands of the empress.

But as long as he does not enter the capital, he can go anywhere and with a wave of his arm, he is still the legitimate royal family of Jiang State.

He is also the Southern King of Jiang State!

soon.

King Nan jumped off the carriage.

Follow that person forward.

"We can't let them go!!"

Bai Ziqing shouted.

He struggled hard, but the chains formed by the black energy became tighter and tighter as he struggled.

The people from the Imperial City Bureau wanted to withdraw and stop them.

But he was entangled by those men in black.

Can't get away at all.

Bai Ziqing's face turned a little red.

His eyes were splitting.

But they could only watch helplessly as the man slowly took the King of the South away.

The man just glanced at Bai Ziqing indifferently.

The smile on his face remains unchanged.

He regarded Bai Ziqing as an ant.

Walk forward slowly.

"What is the name of this... master?"

King Nan took a deep breath.

He bowed to the man.

The man was stunned at first, then raised his eyebrows and looked at King Nan calmly:

"Inaction."

Inaction?

This name... must be a pseudonym, needless to say.

King Nan nodded without any hesitation and said:

"Sir Wuwei, please wait a moment. I will be back soon."

Hearing his words, the man called Wuwei raised his eyebrows slightly.

But he did not stop him. He just raised his chin and looked at King Nan with a faint smile.

King Nan took a deep breath, then turned around and walked towards Bai Ziqing.

"Da da da."

The footsteps of the King of the South were not loud, but Zeng Anmin could hear them clearly.

King Nan slowly came in front of Bai Ziqing.

Bai Ziqing stared at King Nan.

"Snapped!!"

In full view.

King Nan slapped Bai Ziqing.

"You are the first one who has been so harsh on me along the way."

King Nan stared at Bai Ziqing coldly:
"But I still need the help of the Northern Saint Emperor, so I will spare your life for now."

Having said that, he turned around.

A smile appeared on his face again, and he came to Wuwei's side and said with a smile:

"Sir Wuwei, please."

"Ah."

Wuwei just glanced at Bai Ziqing, then smiled and nodded, and walked towards Zeng Anmin with Nan Wang...

The Southern King also followed behind him.

As the two of them got closer and closer to him.

Zeng Anmin silently began to circulate his righteous energy.

The righteous spirit is extremely powerful.

As long as these two dare to make the slightest move.

Zeng Anmin could ensure that he could use his righteous energy to break free from the iron chains made of black energy as soon as possible.

King Nan looked coldly at the fat boy Zeng Anmin.

"Bai Ziqing can't be killed, but killing one of Bai Ziqing's new dogs should be fine."

The Southern King paused.

He slowly looked up.

Looking at Zeng Anmin indifferently.

Everyone subconsciously looked towards Zeng Anmin.

(End of this chapter)