Xia Baying wanted to answer, but she felt a strange aura. She frowned slightly, and her cold eyes fell on the person behind Po Chaojue.

There are three people in the group of Pochaojue. The smaller the number, the more sincere you will be, the more you will be able to appear to be.

"Who are you?"

The man Xia Baying looked at was a man in his forties with long scattered hair. His facial features were standard Dangxiang people's facial features, and his skin color was black with a little natural purple-red.

The two people behind him were naturally worshipped by Po Chaojue whom he trusted very much. However, the moment he heard Xia Baying's voice sound, even Po Chaojue felt a strange aura.

He turned around in shock, and a sentimental smile appeared on the man's face.

"Feel sorry."

The worshiper said this sentence with a sad and apologetic look in front of his shocked eyes. However, in the next breath, he seemed to be relieved and suddenly became relaxed, "But I'm going to die soon, so it's nothing important."

Pocha looked at the worship that he trusted very much and couldn't speak for a moment. It was not until this time that he understood the true meaning of Xia Baying and the worshiper's words.

Although this worshiper has served by him for many years, it should be a special arrangement by a great man. At this time, the worshiper wanted to try to kill Xia Baying. Regardless of success or failure, the worshiper naturally could not leave such a large army alive.

After thinking through this, a bitter cold surged in his body.

No matter who the worshiper was, but following him, in the eyes of the army outside, this was naturally a member of Pochao.

If Shabaying dies, he and the entire Sharkang city may be completely destroyed by the anger of this coalition.

"Po Chaos should be very good to you. You will harm Po Chaos." Xia Baying's voice sounded again. Her voice was not loud. She did not mean to deliberately delay time or attract the attention of practitioners in this camp. "If you want, I can give you a fair chance of a showdown, but in return, I want to know whose subordinate you are and whose death warrior you are."

The worshiper was slightly stunned. He thought about it for a moment, then bowed to Xia Baying.

"My real name is Yu Dongfeng."

“I’m from the South.”

He slowly straightened his body, as if he had made great determination to say these two sentences, then looked at Xia Baying, and continued: "Apart from that, I can't reveal more secrets, if you think you can..."

He said this, but he didn't continue.

Everyone understands what he means.

If Xia Baying felt it was OK, she would give him a chance to fight fairly and let people know in advance that this matter had nothing to do with Po Chao. He was just a southern practitioner who had been lurking around Po Chaojue for many years.

The south, for Dangxiang, was the Southern Dynasty.

But such a deal is of course unfair to Xia Baying. As an assassin who dares to reveal his murderous intent at this time, he must have extraordinary thundering methods.

"I can agree to your request."

However, Xia Baying just smiled slightly and said, "It's just that the conditions you gave are not enough. I can let you keep those secrets. But if you lose to me, I need you to live and then serve me."

The worshiper was stunned.

Po Chaojue and another worshipper were also stunned.

"No matter who your previous master was, I don't care what kind of kindness you owe him, but after so many years lurking in Pochao and giving his life to assassinate me... the kindness you owe him will be tonight."

However, Xia Baying's expression seemed to be taken for granted. She looked at Yu Dongfeng with a natural arrogance and majesty, and then said: "If you lose to me, your next life will naturally be given to you by me. There seems to be nothing wrong with serving me."

Yu Dongfeng was silent for a moment.

"And I don't need you to stay by my side forever."

Xia Baying said lightly: "As long as the Dangxiang is truly pacified and the situation is stable, I can let you return to the south, return to your hometown, and you will live your other life."

Listening to her words, whether it was Yu Dongfeng or Po Chaojue, or another Po Chao worshiper, their eyes became more complicated.

Some people can stand at a height that ordinary people cannot reach because they have a temperament that ordinary people cannot reach.

"Thank you for your kindness, I also know that you are also a practitioner in the realm of divine thoughts."

Yu Dongfeng was silent for a moment before looking at her and said, "But if I take action, I will definitely do my best and burn you all. You may find it difficult to survive."

"If you can't take risks, everyone's best choice should be to choose a beautiful wasteland, then build a small house, make a comfortable bed, and then lie on the bed and spend the rest of your life."

Xia Baying smiled mockingly, "Since I made such a bet, I can only accept it or not. The reason why I proposed that you must follow me after I win is just because I am sure that those who dare to fulfill their promises with their lives are worth my adventure like this."

Yu Dongfeng took a deep breath and bowed to Xia Baying again.

This is a thank you and an agreement.

Then he stretched out his hand.

There is no need to choose another place, this is the place where he and Shabaying compete, because he is sure that the other party is more free and straightforward than most men in the world.

A strange weapon appeared in his hand, like a black cow's horn.

The moment he stretched out his hand, the true energy in his body surged wildly, and the degree of madness even directly tore up many meridians in his body.

Countless true energy with strange red lights rotated on his arm and poured into this strange weapon.

The air in the camp tent suddenly expanded and swelled outward. A harsh explosion sounded in the quiet camp. The entire camp tent was like a ripe watermelon being shattered violently.

Tuoba Jue and another worshipper floated out to both sides like cloth blown by the wind.

This is a fair showdown, but at the same time this power is no longer an area where they can intervene.

The pot of blue flame in front of Xia Baying, which seemed to never extinguish, also instantly extinguished.

Just looking at the blood-red light gushing out from the tip of the black ox horn-like weapon, Xia Baying just reached out her hand in a very calm manner and held the seemingly plain dark iron whip beside her.
Chapter completed!