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A cold light appeared and instantly, the Tiger Roar Phoenix Cry appeared.

The entire hall seemed to have frozen over. The boundless sword intent and overwhelming infernal energy rushed towards everyone.

Bai Zheng wielded his sword and raised it high up to the side. Then, she swung it and shattered the tea cup that Zhuo Lingxiao placed on the table.

Good sword! Bai Zheng could not help but sigh.

Just the sharp aura of the sword was able to shatter the tea cup. With such an aura, in such a short time, who could say that it was not the Phoenix Cry?

Grasping the long sword steadily in her hand, Bai Zheng indifferently looked at Zhuo Lingxiao who was staring at him fixedly and sheathed his sword.

Zhuo Lingxiao looked at the cup that was shattered to pieces, causing a drop of tea to drip onto the table. He stared blankly for a long while, before letting out a long sigh.

"It really is a Phoenix Cry, it really is a treasure sword."

Bai Zheng's movements were too fast, and the teacup shattered in time.

Everyone turned their attention to the broken teacups.

To the extent where no one noticed that on the Phoenix Cry Sword Bai Zheng had just pulled out, the silver white sword's back had traces of rust on it, and a faint yellow oily glow was flowing on the sword blade.

"Master Hou did not slander Decedent." Bai Zheng smiled faintly, "Phoenix Cry is a sword that can be matched easily, why would Decedent lie to me?"

Zhuo Lingxiao had long stopped caring about making Feng Linyuan apologize, he only stared at the sword in Bai Zheng's hand and muttered: "Could it be, that when the treasure sword knows it's by Master's side, it became so obedient?"

Obviously, he was still unable to accept how the Phoenix Cry Sword suddenly turned into an easy target.

However, no matter what happened, Bai Zheng already followed Zhuo Lingxiao's instructions and successfully pulled out the Phoenix Cry.

Although Zhuo Lingxiao could not come to a conclusion, he had no choice but to accept this fact.

Faced with such a situation, the Wen King and the Old Duke stroked their long beards in satisfaction, their faces filled with a smile that could not be stopped.

What Bai Zheng was protecting now was not only a Phoenix Cry treasure sword, but also the face of her Mansion of Dingyuan Marquis, and the face of her entire Great Zhou!

Bai Zheng looked at the somewhat absent-minded Zhuo Lingxiao in front of him, flashing the sword in her hand: "Decedent, this sword …"

Zhuo Lingxiao raised his head, looked at the lady in front of him, then looked at the sword in her hand, and said after a long while with difficulty: "I never thought that even this Decedent could pull out a Phoenix Cry, how can I confirm, whether or not this Miss Bai obtained the approval of the Phoenix Cry …"

After Bai Yinan heard this, he immediately stood up anxiously. "What do you mean by that, Decedent? "I clearly said that as long as my daughter can pull out this sword, I will give it to my daughter. I also didn't say that if someone else can pull it out first, then there will be no decision!"

"Father." Bai Zheng spoke up to stop her, "This sword was found by the Decedent, and she delivered it to us, if she truly does not wish to send someone else, then it would be hard to say."

Bai Zheng said, as she placed the sword back into the wooden box.

Feng Linyuan looked at Bai Zheng's actions and nodded with a smile: "Zheng is right. Now, since this marquis already knows the whereabouts of the Phoenix Cry, and has the good fortune to be at ease the moment I see it, the others have no intention of begging too much either. "

Hearing that, Bai Zheng saluted and said: "I hope that Decedent can take good care of the Phoenix Cry in the future, do not let it wander around freely."

Seeing the two of them talking with each other, Zhuo Lingxiao had a bad premonition.

Today, ever since he had entered the Bai Mansion, he had seen the path of these two people more than once, so how could he dare to lower his guard now?

Most importantly, before he had come, his father, Xuanning King Zhuo Yi, had told him this before.

If the opponent pulled out this sword, then so be it.

It was not because Zhuo Yi really had good intentions, but because everyone knew that Phoenix Cry was a national treasure of Great Zhou, a treasured sword that was hard to find in the world.

The Phoenix Cry had already shown her face in front of everyone. From then on, it would attract countless thieves who would trample on the roof of his house.

He might as well give up his reputation of being faithful to others and gift the Phoenix Cry to Bai Zheng so that the thief could step on the roof of the Bai Mansion.

It could also be considered to be convenient for him to find something for Feng Linyuan to do.

Thinking about that, Zhuo Lingxiao waved his hand and laughed: "This Decedent is just joking, this sword is a congratulatory gift to the future Wife of Dingyuan Marquis, and now that Miss Bai has pulled it out, it naturally follows the Phoenix Cry's own intentions, and returns fully."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Feng Linyuan at the side. "This Decedent has also completed what royal father entrusted him to.

"What do you mean?"

"Father said, he wished Dingyuan Marquis and the new marquis a long time, and a happy marriage." Zhuo Lingxiao raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Feng Linyuan replied with a smile, "Good words from Prince Cheng."

Seeing that the mission was complete, Zhuo Lingxiao stood up and cupped his hands to everyone: "Now that the gifts and words have been sent, this Decedent will not disturb Master Hou's marriage anymore. On the day of the wedding, I will look for Master Hou to drink again, then I will take my leave."

"Take care, Decedent."

After sending Zhuo Lingxiao off, the Wen King and Old Duke Zhou rushed to the front and front, staring at the Phoenix Cry sword in love.

"Now, it's time to explain to us what exactly happened?" Wen King turned around and glanced at Feng Linyuan.

Feng Linyuan slightly raised his eyebrows: "Uncle Wang knows about the Phoenix Cry, how could it be as hard to pull them out as Decedent Zhuo. It's just that I don't know what Zheng did, or if she wanted to ask Zheng. "

Bai Zheng lowered his head and laughed, "Your Highness, you have pulled it out and have a closer look at the sword blade, so naturally, I understand the reason."

When Wen King heard this, he immediately took out the sword and looked at it carefully, and asked hesitantly.

"This is …" Rust? What was this oily thing? It didn't look like lard, but there was a sour smell to it … It seems like there's even a fragrance? "

"This is peanut oil." Bai Zheng replied.

People of this era did not know how to refine oil. Normally, food was either boiled or steamed. They did not know what stir-fry was.

Only a few people knew about refining lard.

However, lard was usually a milky-white, solid substance. Peanut oil was a type of oil that would naturally turn liquid if the weather was slightly warmer. This was completely unheard-of.

The Phoenix Cry had bathed in too much blood during its last battle with Senior Marquis, and after being buried in the sea of corpses for too long, it turned rusty after being soaked in the blood, and after fusing with the sword sheath, it would have a difficult time pulling it out.

Although dealing with such a small matter like Iron Rust was naturally not difficult for Bai Zheng who came from the chemical department, it was just that things happened too suddenly, and she couldn't find any high purity chemicals in the Bai Mansion.

He could only find an excuse to run to the kitchen and bring along the peanut oil that he had squeezed for the past month, as well as the extremely high concentration of white vinegar that he had refined.

In order to conceal the sour taste of the white vinegar, he mixed in some homemade perfume to inhibit the odor.

The rust was melted with white vinegar and lubricated with peanut oil.

Even so, after all, after being drenched in vinegar, being unable to completely remove the rust in the short term, with Bai Zheng's strength, she was still unable to succeed in one fell swoop.

He could only use words to agitate Zhuo Lingxiao to pull it out.

"You clever bastard!" Wen King could not help but poke Bai Zheng's head and laugh until her beard flew white.