Chapter 492: The true face of the Temple of Light (5)
He never thought that a small piece of land called Nanzhao would now become the center of conflicts among the world's powerful forces!
The Seventh Prince is right. In Nanzhao, which is in turmoil, we can only take one step at a time to avoid the most devastating disaster.
In the palace hall, when everyone was silent, suddenly a loud noise came from the guards at the entrance of the palace.
However, the threats of the guards seemed to have no effect at all. Just a moment later, a sinister sound of footsteps could be heard in everyone's ears.
These messy and strange footsteps are occasionally mixed with the crisp sounds of the collision of cattle bones, silver jewelry, and pearls and jade.[
When Qing Kuang heard this, his heart suddenly tightened, and a familiar sense of danger suddenly arose in his mind.
That's right! These accessories are definitely not worn by ordinary warriors in Fengyun Continent, but... by people from foreign ethnic minorities.
Turning around suddenly, he saw a group of more than a dozen men with ferocious faces, brightly dressed, wearing various strange ornaments on their heads, who had appeared in front of the palace hall in a majestic manner.
As expected, the evil person who came here turned out to be a poison magician from the Miao clan!
Behind them, several armored warriors from the Nanzhao Kingdom hurriedly stood up, holding weapons, trying to drive these Miao people out of the hall as if they were in an uninhabited land, but the poison masters who had just approached them all
Their bodies already looked timid, fearing that if they didn't pay attention, they would be contaminated by the poisonous substances that were everywhere in their bodies.
The dozen or so Miao poison masters pushed and shoved the armored warriors far away, regardless of the fact that they were in front of the main hall at this moment, under the eyes of King Nanzhao.
How dare a small foreigner from the Miao border to be so arrogant in the main hall of Nanzhao Palace? How arrogant!
Under Nangong Lie's seat, several princes from the Nanzhao Kingdom saw this. They couldn't stand the bad temper, and they swung their swords a few times and wanted to draw their swords.
Unexpectedly, Nangong Lie coughed early and shook his head at the princes, signaling them not to act rashly.
Several Nanzhao princes gritted their teeth and endured the humiliation.
The leader of more than a dozen Miao poison masters is a tall, dark, and thin middle-aged man. His face is tattooed with dense patterns, and a pair of hollow and gloomy eyes are embedded in it like a ghost.
It's terrifying.
The dark and thin Miaojiang Poison Master glanced arrogantly into the hall, and his eyes were quickly attracted by the black and shiny Guqin on the petite Central Plains woman in front of him.
He sniffed his nostrils vigorously, sniffing the air in the hall like a hunting dog, as if just by doing this, he could smell the bloody scent of dozens of people of the same clan on the stringed ink guqin.
That's right! It's this woman! She is Feng Qingkuang, who slaughtered dozens of Miao poison masters under two sound blades!
"King Nangong! You are here in the main hall, discussing such an important state matter, but you don't even hear a word from me!"
The dark and skinny Miao leader stared fixedly at Qing Kuang, and the words he spoke were aimed at Nangong Lie beside him.
While Nangong Lie was pondering, the seventh prince Nangong Jinsheng had already shouted loudly:
"Because it is an important state matter in Nanzhao, we don't need others to disturb us! Elder Fen Xin, I think it's better for you to stop gesticulating!"
"Haha! The Seventh Prince! What a courage! Even your old father showed courtesy to me, Miao Jiang, but you, a young boy, are not afraid of tigers even if you are a newborn calf! [