Wen Ruhe paused for a moment, understanding in his heart.
Each peak can select young disciples from among the new disciples.
Liu Yanzheng doesn't have bad rules, he is just using the rules and doing something that is against the rules.
Wen Ruhe sighed, took a step back, and stopped speaking to stop him.
He looked at the isolated young man in the field, a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes.
This young man, who had been fighting for his life from a small power, was being cornered by an old fox.
It's kneeling, it's standing.
It all depends on his own choice.
Everyone's eyes were on Zhou Qi.
There was a trace of pleasure in Liu Ying's eyes, Elder Ning's forehead was still dripping with sweat, Meng Rou's hand unconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword, and Wen Ruhe's brows were slightly frowned.
The breeze blew across the square, blowing the simple gray robe on Zhou Qi.
He raised his eyes and faced the pressure of Liu Yanzheng. He was silent for a moment, and said in a calm voice but with a firm attitude, "Sorry, Liu Peak Master."
"Junior, I don't want to."
These four short words took root and shattered the silence of the entire audience.
Liu Yanzheng's complexion suddenly became as gloomy as ink, the cold light in his eyes suddenly rose, and a piercing murderous intention suddenly lit up. Although he was forcibly suppressed by him, it was still bone-piercing and terrifying.
The next moment, the majestic pressure around him surged without reservation!
Like a mountain collapsing and the earth collapsing, the sky overturned!
The bluestone slabs in the square were shattered inch by inch at this moment, and the rubble was lifted up by the air waves and shot out in all directions.
Among the new disciples in the field, the weak ones were directly pressed to the ground, unable to even lift their heads.
Liu Ying was standing not far away. He was rushed by this coercion, his body swayed suddenly and he almost fell. His face turned pale and he subconsciously took half a step back.
Zhou Qi stands at the center of the storm, bearing the brunt of all pressure.
At the critical moment, the earth-yellow light automatically lit up in an instant, covering his entire body.
The overwhelming pressure suddenly hit, Zhou Qi's chest suddenly felt tight, he groaned, and took a step back.
Earthy yellow light circulated around him, removing, dissolving, and eliminating the overwhelming pressure layer by layer.
Although most of it still fell on my body, at least I didn't kneel down.
Zhou Qi raised his head and met Liu Yanzheng's gaze.
There was no fear or panic in those eyes, only the ultimate calmness, magnanimity, and pride.
Liu Yanzheng's eyes narrowed slightly.
He was now very sure that this young man was indeed capable of killing his son.
"I will give you one last chance."
He spoke one word at a time, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth:
"You! Please! Come to my door!!"
When the last word fell, the coercion surged again, the air almost completely solidified, and the thick sense of oppression made people's breathing stagnant and their minds trembling.
This is forcing him, unabashed intimidation!
Zhou Qi stood quietly for a breath, his mind was clear and his eyes were fierce.
Then he raised his eyes and looked straight at Liu Yanzheng, each word resoundingly:
"Me!"
"No!"
"Wish!!"
Three words, decisive and decisive, shocked the whole audience.
The scene was eerily silent.
Liu Yanzheng's body remained motionless and his face was expressionless, but his aura had already reached its peak.
The coercion at this moment was no longer a mere crushing force, but an almost tangible murderous intent. Like an invisible hanging knife hanging above Zhou Qi's head, it could suddenly fall down and kill someone with just a thought.
No one in the audience dared to move.
Wen Ruhe quietly scanned the audience and sighed silently.
He slowly raised his hand and waved his sleeve lightly.
A light breeze blew by.
The overwhelming pressure completely disappeared in that instant.
Everyone in the audience suddenly felt light-headed, some were gasping for air, and some simply collapsed on the ground, surviving the disaster.
Wen Ruhe took back his hand, looked at Liu Yanzheng, and said calmly:
"Liu Peak Master, since the other party is unwilling, then don't force it."
Liu Yanzheng swept over Wen Ruhe, but finally said nothing.
The scene was silent for about a quarter of an hour.
Elder Ning was hunched over, with large drops of sweat dripping from his head. His head was as big as a bucket at the moment. He just hoped that these two great gods would leave quickly and everyone would forget about him.
But he was obviously disappointed.
"Outer Sect Elder Ning!" Liu Yanzheng's voice floated in the square again.
Elder Ning trembled all over, straightened up quickly, and said in a trembling voice, "My... my subordinate is here!"
Liu Yanzheng didn't look at Elder Ning at all. His eyes were always on Zhou Qi with murderous intent. The murderous intent was dormant in his eyes, and his tone was cold and solemn:
"Liu Ying, I hope you can do it well!"
After saying that, Liu Yanzheng withdrew his gaze, and the killing intent leaked to Elder Ning.
Elder Ning's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. He trembled all over and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes! Don't you dare forget! Don't you dare forget!"
Liu Yanzheng looked away, and finally his eyes stopped on Zhou Qi for a moment.
Immediately, his figure began to fade, like an ink painting soaked in water, the outline gradually became blurred, the color gradually faded, and little by little it melted into the void.
In the void, there was only a lingering sound floating slowly, filled with chill, and lingering for a long time:
"Junior, take care of yourself!"
Wen Ruhe stood there, looking in the direction where Liu Yanzheng disappeared, and was silent for a moment.
Then he turned around and set his sights on Elder Ning.
"Elder Ning, please register, Outer Sect Meng Rou, was taken away by me, Xuanye Peak, and put into my name, Wen Ruhe."
Elder Ning ran over quickly and nodded madly in agreement.
Wen Ruhe turned to look at Zhou Qi, raised his hand and patted his shoulder gently:
"Meng Rou has told me everything about you. Since there is a deal, I will naturally abide by my promise, but there may be trouble during this period. Everything depends on you."
"Thank you Peak Master Wen!" Zhou Qi felt happy, knowing that Wen Ruhe promised to help him, and he quickly bowed and clasped his fists.
Wen Ruhe patted Zhou Qi on the shoulder again, then looked at Meng Rou: "Let's go, follow me back to Xuanye Peak."
After saying this, he raised his hand and called in the air.
In the sea of clouds in the sky, a giant snow-white crane fluttered its wings and slowly landed on the square.
Meng Rou glanced at Zhou Qi, then followed Wen Ruhe onto the back of the white crane, and then flew away gradually.
The farce is over.
There are only three people left on the field: Zhou Qi, Elder Ning, and Liu Ying.
Liu Ying looked at the disappearing shadow of the white crane, then said nothing, patted Elder Ning's shoulder meaningfully, and then flew away without even looking up.
Behind him, Elder Ning slowly stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The flattery on his face disappeared little by little, replaced by a gloomy coldness.
His eyes swept over everyone, especially Zhou Qi, and after a long time he spoke:
"Let's go, I'll arrange a place for you to stay."