How come I was the one being targeted?

Portio did not respond, but pointed somewhere backstage with a helpless expression. Bai Jun looked in the direction he pointed and saw the makeup artists gathered around Robin again.

"Why are you putting on makeup again? Didn't you spend nearly half an hour putting on makeup after breakfast?"

Although their cautious attitude was admirable, the number of bottles and jars seemed a bit too many, especially since the liquids in many jars had almost no difference in color. Even though Bai Jun could understand it, he couldn't tell what changes had occurred to the robin after it put on makeup.

"Who the hell knows? This is my first time seeing a big star getting ready before going on stage. What's the point of going through so much trouble with makeup? I can't even tell the difference!"

Ignoring the dissatisfied looks from the costume designers and makeup artists backstage, Cowboy lowered the brim of his hat. Being so straightforward, he could always say all kinds of offensive words without batting an eyelid. Although Bai Jun admired him for this, he couldn't help but complain about his bad mouthing.

"I've always been curious why you always add certain words that make people unable to hold their breath."

"Words... Oh, let's put it this way, my synesthesia beacon has been modified. Anyway, my dear, now all you can hear is me talking to those cute little ones who want to meow... Little cuties, little cuties, little cuties! Here, look."

Portio was stunned for a moment, then he explained belatedly that it was all the fault of the short doctor who replaced his mechanical prosthesis. He was definitely taking revenge on him for pointing a gun at his head.

"So that's how it is. Did you replace certain words specifically?" Bai Jun nodded, still feeling a little awkward, but indicating that he understood.

While the two were chatting, many special security personnel were moving around the backstage, checking whether the stage had been tampered with, and whether the equipment and building materials on the ceiling were loose. They made sure to nip all risks in the bud and never let any danger occur when Robin went on stage.

Helen stood expressionlessly in the center of the stage, estimating which part of the nearby audience seats posed the greatest risk to the stage, and would focus on deploying security forces during the performance.

Although she didn't have a good attitude towards Bai Jun and Botio, she was indeed much better than them in terms of professionalism.

Bottiou looked at the woman from a distance, then looked away in displeasure. "I'm used to being lazy. Every time I see that woman, I always think of a cage immersed in pitch-black water. A big star lives in this kind of environment every day. I really feel depressed for her."

It's not that Potio has any opinion about Helen. On the contrary, he saw with his own eyes that Helen used her body to block several bullets and blades from the members of the Annihilation Gang for Robin, and he admired her loyalty and belief.

But after spending some time together, Potio discovered that she viewed herself more as a warrior who would sacrifice her life for the robin at any time rather than a loyal guard.

She denied anything that might threaten the robin. In Portio's eyes, all her actions towards the robin were more like a kind of morbid protectiveness than loyalty, the kind of protectiveness that imposed personal ideals on others...

Bottiou acknowledges Helen's loyalty, but he never agrees with her philosophy. No matter how noble the robin's status is, she should always be treated as an independent and free individual, and not just cared for like a caged bird - that's treating her like a pet!

But the key to the problem is that the robin has long been accustomed to this. Even if she is reluctant, she will still silently bury her thoughts in her heart and show a calm smile as if nothing is wrong.

Who knows why? Maybe it was influenced by her brother.

Whenever this happened, Poteo couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, but he and the robin were not the same kind of people. After the trip to Luofu, they were just strangers with some acquaintance, not even friends. How could he have the qualifications to interfere in other people's family affairs?

Bai Jun remained silent, just rubbing the corner of his lips with his thumb, his cornflower-blue eyes still half-closed in a lifeless look.

There were more and more people in the auditorium. As time gradually approached half past nine, the mood of the crowd became more and more excited. The whole venue seemed to have entered the calm before the storm. In the silent and stuffy atmosphere, they were waiting for a moment of complete liberation.

"A robin! Look! It's a robin!"

The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were instantly ignited by this scream. All of a sudden, overwhelming cheers and screams roared from the venue. The fanatical fans waved their glow sticks and light boards vigorously, screaming excitedly, and in this way welcomed their idols to appear on stage.

"Robin! Robin! Robin!"

"Ms. Mockingbird! It's me! Please, marry me!!"

"Ms. Mockingbird, I love you so much! For you, I'm going to buy a co-branded action figure. Even if I buy a thousand, it still won't be enough!"

Listening to the incredibly loud screams around him, Bai Jun wanted to plug his ears with two cotton balls, but blocking his hearing would affect his judgment. So he could only let out a brief sigh, like a middle-aged person who can't accept trendy culture: "This is so exaggerated, I feel like my ears are going deaf."

"What? Bro, what did you just say—?"

"nothing--!"

In the huge vortex formed by high-powered speakers, screams, cheers, and many other sounds coming together, Bai Jun could only try his best to increase the volume and communicate with Portio in a way that was almost like shouting.

Amidst the frenzy, the robin's graceful figure appeared in the center of the stage under the spotlight.

Cute, beautiful, mature, pure, all the words of praise seemed to flood into the hearts of the audience in an instant. Looking at the blue-haired idol with a gentle smile under the spotlight, the venue fell into a brief silence.

Even Bai Jun couldn't help but keep his gaze on her face for a while longer.

Even under lights of various colors, her looks and beauty remain unchanged... No, perhaps the complicated makeup before going on stage is the secret to maintaining her condition under the colorful spotlights.

Bai Jun suddenly felt ridiculous for his and Potio's previous short-sightedness. No wonder those costume designers and makeup artists were dissatisfied with this.

But soon, this thought disappeared with the light melody that sounded on the stage. It was completely different from the feeling brought by listening to a record on a CD player. A song that was enough to touch the soul gradually sounded, and the audience fell into the intoxicated singing and could not extricate themselves.

Even Potio, who was also on guard duty, couldn't help but nod and hum along with the melody. However, Bai Jun was not as intoxicated as the others, but heard some other melodies in the singing.

"Is this feeling... the power of harmony?"

Influenced by Emperor Sui, Bai Jun was very sensitive to the breath of various destiny forces. In less than a moment, he noticed some harmonious melody in the robin's song, but this power had no direction, but simply conveyed various positive emotions and beautiful things called hope to the audience.

Even putting all that aside, the robin's song is uniquely beautiful.

Bai Jun found a seat with a good view and sat down. While listening to the singing of the robins, he silently observed the situation on the field.

Interestingly, he also saw one or two familiar figures in the crowd, Qingque, Sushang and Gui Naifen... Why is there Tingyun too? Isn't she very busy at work?

Due to the needs of work these two days, Bai Jun did not carry the jade omen with him. Now thinking about it, it was indeed a wise choice, otherwise it would be very troublesome with all kinds of phone calls.

Halfway through the robin's song, Bai Jun noticed that some people were moving around in certain areas. Although this was normal, everyone was so engrossed in the robin's song that they stayed in their seats, making these people seem particularly out of place.

Their attire was extremely ordinary, and their looks were also ordinary. At first glance, there seemed to be nothing wrong with them. However, if you looked closely, you could see that they all had a dark green sports bag slung over their shoulders, and their expressions were too calm.

Especially when he noticed the wrist of one of them, Bai Jun instantly put away his previous casual expression, sighed and slowly stood up from his seat.

"What's wrong brother?"

“…..Here comes work.”

Bai Jun's sudden rise immediately caught Botio's attention. After hearing Bai Jun's words, he loaded the bullet into his revolver without hesitation and scanned the audience with sharp eyes: "What time is it?"

He believed in Bai Jun's judgment. As long as he opened his mouth, Potio would immediately shoot the bullet in the direction he said.

Bai Jun shook his head rationally and gently pressed down the revolver that Portio had raised. "Don't shoot. It will cause panic among the people in the field."

After all, the mission of protecting the robin is essentially to prevent anything from happening during the concert that would affect Luofu's reputation and image. If the shooting caused panic and chaos, it would completely go against the original intention of the trip. Maintaining this stable state until the end is the real purpose of the mission.

No matter how out of touch he seems on a daily basis, at critical moments, Bai Jun still knows what is important.

"Go notify Helen, then continue to observe here. I'll go deal with those guys first."

After memorizing the approximate location and appearance of those people, Bai Jun picked up the sword at his waist and prepared to go alone to deal with the rats in the dark corner, but Potio suddenly patted his shoulder.

"It's okay, brother. I expected this. Look—"

Portio took out a pitch-black silencer from his pocket and calmly mounted it on the barrel of his revolver. Although he didn't know how it worked, seeing the confident look of an old sea patrolman, Bai Jun smiled slightly.

"Then please."

.............

"Master, what should we do?"

Hearing the voice coming from beside him, the newly appointed Tanga touched his chin.

As a cultivator, he looks harmless, with ordinary features, normal height, and a thin body. He is an ordinary person who can be lost in a crowd. However, the sword quietly tied to his arm with only the red hilt exposed seems to remind people of his extreme danger.

"Patience! In ten, no, five minutes, throw the solidified Chi Ming marrow fluid powder we tested last time toward the stage and the audience. Create chaos, then immediately flee in the predetermined direction. Don't linger in the fight."

After the last test in Jinren Lane and further improvements, the solidified powder of the Chiming marrow fluid can now drive individuals with demonic tendencies into frenzy in a very short period of time. Even if they are not from the Immortal Boat, the various toxic substances in the powder are enough to make them suffer.

After making the plan, Tanjia looked proudly at the cloud cavalry standing around the venue, and felt sad about their stupidity.

He didn't expect that this mission would be so easy. Maybe it was because Luo Fu didn't care about the concert at all. The Yunqi standing guard around were all ordinary guys, and there was no trouble during the security check. Everything was so easy and smooth that it was unbelievable, but this was what he wanted.

As long as they can create chaos in this concert, Luofu will definitely be caught up in the storm of public opinion. It would be best if they could kill that big star. By then, under the pressure of public opinion and Pinocchio, Luofu will definitely be in chaos.

But there was no response from the believers behind him. Tanjia, who had fought his way out of Zhu Ming's sea of ​​corpses and blood, seemed to realize something immediately. His pupils widened instantly and his fingers touched the hilt of Chiji's sword.

"Don't move, or I'll kill you right away."

He saw a hand, white enough to be called white, placed on his shoulder, as casually as a friend who had known each other for a long time. However, the cold tone made Tanjia swallow hard, and his body felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He could barely see the cold blue pupils beside him out of the corner of his eye. A tremendous pressure arose from his heart. At this moment, a terrible thought suddenly emerged in Tanjia's mind.

I'm dying, dying, dying, dying...

But he knew that once he took his eyes off the existence that forced him to be on high alert, the price he would pay would be immediate end.

"The smell of this powder... Hmm, as expected, you were the one who caused trouble in Jinren Alley last time, right?"

“────Huh!?”

Before he could answer, Tanga's mouth was covered by an irresistible force. When he regained consciousness, he had been dragged to the open space under the sports field and then slammed to the ground.

The stone floor caved in with a sound, sending fragments flying everywhere and creating shocking cracks.

The strong impact that spread from his back to his whole body almost shattered Tanjia's consciousness. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at the onlooker with wide eyes.

“Y-You!?”

Sky-Splitting Watchman Star, Bright Sky Fire: Chapter 72: True Lord Liu Jing (4k1)

Silver hair, blue eyes, tall figure...

The familiar features immediately reminded Tanjia of the silver-haired young man he had met in Jinren Lane. Even though he had only seen him from a distance at that time, Tanjia could still sense the terrifying power he exuded. Now that he was so close, this suffocating feeling became even stronger.

Tanjia now felt only immense regret. If he had known this would happen, he would not have taken the initiative to accept this task from Kuishou, otherwise he would not have fallen into this dilemma.

He knew very well that there was no way he could escape from the man in front of him.

But this does not mean that he will surrender. On the contrary, a hint of red quietly penetrated into his palm, and a strong vitality like firewood surged into his body, repairing all the previous injuries.

Tanjia wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, slowly stood up from the ground, and a strange red sword blade suddenly appeared in his hand.

"The heart is bare and the sword is shining..."

Bai Jun recognized the sword at a glance and was not surprised. He had seen this sword countless times in Huai Yan's handwritten notes in the past.

Han Guang was a disciple that Grandpa Huai Yan once took pride in, and he was also a senior brother that Bai Jun had never met. Unfortunately, due to vanity and lack of inspiration, he eventually fell under the influence of his own works, and many of his works were subsequently leaked out of Zhu Ming. Chi Ji was the sword he made in his early years.

It is three feet and three inches long, with a handle but no guard or sheath. The sword body is not sharpened and is the color of dark blue iron, with sharp thorns on the sides. Near the tip, there is a spike that looks like red-hot molten iron.

Its shape is not like an ordinary sword, but more like a wooden staff with a long spike at the end. The core wrapped in the metal sword body is a bionic Jianmu sprout. It is designed to kill the rich evil creatures that can heal quickly.

When the tip of the sword pierces the flesh of an immortal being, the red thorn will rapidly drain the victim's vital energy, causing their body to rapidly wither. It sounds magical, but in reality, it's just injecting some toxins specifically designed to inhibit the activity of immortal cells...

Many of the swords in the Casting Palace have designs like this that appear to have mysterious functions on the surface, but are actually nothing special.

However, it is worth mentioning that it is recorded in Huai Yan's hand seal that the red thorn itself has the characteristic of storing vitality. When the sharp thorn comes into contact with a living creature, it will suck the vital energy mercilessly and transform it into pure vitality stored in the sword edge. Maybe it was because of this that Tanjia recovered from his injuries so quickly just now?

"How do you know... Are you also Zhu Ming's man?"

When Tanjia heard Bai Jun's mumbling, a look of surprise appeared on his face. The forger of this Red Thorn sword had died long ago, and the name of the work was not recorded in any of Zhu Ming's famous sword records. He had gone through great pains to obtain it from someone else in Zhu Ming.

The fact that he could recognize this red thorn at a glance was enough to show that the person in front of him was no ordinary person... Could he also be from the Zhulian Palace?

Bai Jun did not answer his question, but coldly drew the sword from his waist.

Seeing this, Tanjia suddenly took a step forward and his body disappeared from sight in an instant.

The oppressive feeling disappeared along with his figure. Bai Jun slowly picked up the hilt of the knife. The blade glowed coldly and drew an arc in the air.

Clang——!

The next moment, sparks suddenly appeared in the empty air, and the pale blade accurately stuck on the bony, scarlet spikes. At the same time, Tanga's figure appeared in sight, but he did not panic at all. Instead, he showed a bloodthirsty smile.

When the blades faced each other, the red thorns burst open in the air, and the scarlet spikes like thorn whips would swing in a circle.

Eyes, kidneys, spine, heart, fierce and ferocious killing moves stabbed at Bai Jun's body from all angles as he was stuck in a stalemate.

Tanjia was certain that in this situation, Bai Jun would inevitably suffer some injuries. As long as he was hit by a knife, the sharp thorns on the red thorn would grow and climb up, pierce into his body, and steal his vitality.

He knew very well that he could never be a match for Bai Jun, so his goal was not to kill him, but to make the opponent's condition decline so that he could find a chance to escape.

However, Bai Jun's expression remained cold, and his actions did not even cause his expression to change. This made Tanjia's heart alarm bells ring. The intuition from the depths of his soul told him that something was wrong, but the arrow was on the string and now it had to be shot.

Under Tanga's horrified gaze, the pale long sword suddenly gathered a sharp light, and the pale lines faded away, replaced by a red flame-like blade and extremely high heat rising up.

The terrifying temperature made Tanjia want to move Chiji away immediately, but the long sword with magical firelight had already splashed out a sword light like a hurricane. The storm gradually subsided, and in a blink of an eye, all the sharp thorns of Chiji were cut off, and the vitality that Tanjia had painstakingly accumulated for several years also disappeared in the damage of Chiji.

Without time to grieve, Tanjia pulled away from Chiji. Just when he thought he could escape, a long sword burning with flames pierced through his body, nailing the cultivator to the wall and making him unable to move.

The ground shook violently, and the surrounding area was full of potholes burned by the raging flames. The seriously injured body was nailed high to the wall like a rag. Tanjia, who survived by chance, covered his chest and spat out large chunks of blood, his eyes full of horror.

The edge of Chi Ji's sword had been damaged, and the damage was very delicate. It happened that the blade was not completely damaged, but it caused all the precious vitality that he had painstakingly accumulated over the years to be lost. Moreover, there was no object nearby from which he could absorb vitality. Now he could not recover from his injuries even if he wanted to.

Where are my teammates? Where are my teammates? Save them!

He had no time to think, as the wound on his chest was constantly being burned by flames. The excruciating pain surged like a tide, almost making him faint.

"It's hard to believe. How could you know Chi Ji's abilities so well? Even Luofu's Cloud Cavalry Guards wouldn't possess your level of power... Just who are you?!"

The blood stasis in his lungs caused him to spit out large mouthfuls of blood. In the pain of the burning flames, Tanjia, whose consciousness was gradually becoming blurred, suddenly recalled the legendary stories he had accidentally heard during the Ming Dynasty.

In just three years, he went from having no basic swordsmanship to sweeping through the eight leaves of the Flame Wheel overnight, and easily won the title of Baiye that countless craftsmen dreamed of...

It sounded like something that no one would believe in a novel, but Tanjia was like a possessed man, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Are you, are you the Chief True Lord Liu Jing of the Eight Leaves of the Zhuming Flame Wheel?"