Inside the palace, a high platform was built, and among the fluttering red silks, there were all the orioles and swallows. The breeze blew through, and the whole courtyard was filled with the smell of powder.
Not only the big boss, but also Xie Qi and all the warriors who arrived one after another were also a little startled.
“What is this going to do?”
Lu Qingting returned from his spiritual journey and looked among the crowd. He couldn't help but frown, feeling deeply disappointed.
The Northwest King has some friendship with Xuankong Mountain. When he cut down the mountain and destroyed the temple many years ago, it was the Northwest King who came forward to protect many small sects of the Xuankong Mountain branch.
It was out of gratitude for his kindness that Master Xuanwei, the master of Xuankong Mountain, sent him down the mountain and came to help him with the Seven Tribulations Sword in hand.
However, what he saw and heard along the way made him no longer have a good impression of this vassal king who could not protect his people.
However, the chaos in the northwest can still be attributed to natural disasters and man-made disasters, but now, the rebel forces in Xingli and the two states are not far away, and Ma Longtu has also arrived.
He was really disappointed if he didn't think about organizing the army and still set up a high platform in the palace.
If he hadn't been assigned the task of being the head teacher, he would have walked away at this moment.
But Lu Qingting remained silent. Among the crowd, Tie Tiefa, who had just arrived, could no longer bear it.
"Where is the prince?!"
The iron step method pushed the person in front of him away arrogantly, and the sound was like a loud bell, very rude:
"The rebel army is approaching, and Ma Longtu has also arrived, but the prince has summoned so many female relatives. Could it be that he wants to amuse me while I wait?!"
There was no reservation, the sound of the iron step method was extremely loud, not to mention the people present, even the entire palace could not hear it.
The group of people closest to him were unlucky, their eyes were black from the shock, their eardrums were ringing, they were frightened and angry but did not dare to curse, so they had to stagger back.
"Whether you are a good nephew or a friend, there are many who have traveled thousands of miles to help you with your martial arts. It is too late for me to be grateful, so how can I have the intention to amuse you all?"
People come with the sound.
Almost at the same time when everyone present heard the sound, an old man in gorgeous clothes and a high crown appeared on the high platform in front of many people.
This is an old man who attaches great importance to his manners.
Although the hair has grown, it is meticulously combed under the purple gold crown. Although there are traces of time on the face, the breath is smooth and the skin has no wrinkles.
At first glance, he was only fifty or sixty years old. No one could tell that he was an old man approaching a hundred years old.
"My lord!"
Seeing the old man, many servants and maids inside and outside the courtyard knelt down in panic to salute him. Although all the martial arts people did not kneel down, they all bowed and saluted with respect.
Regardless of the person's identity, his martial arts alone was enough to make most people present feel in awe.
Even in the iron step method, I had to clasp my fists, but my face still looked bad.
"How can you, your down-and-out prince, receive your courtesy?"
The Northwest King sighed and asked everyone to take a seat.
This old guy?'
The big boss was sitting in a corner, twirling the coins on his fingertips, and couldn't help but glance at Xie Qi. Was he really right?
This is not the first time he has met the Northwest King. He knows very well that more than half a month ago, this old prince was not a master of magical powers.
But in just half a month, he has already become a master of supernatural powers?!
The northwest king's attitude was very low-key and he didn't care about it. The resentment of everyone was immediately reduced, and the Iron Step Technique was no longer able to recur, so he sat down for the time being.
I know all your doubts and will answer them one by one."
The Northwest King gently raised his hand:
"Little brother, come out."
While talking, from behind the high platform, a young man wearing white clothes and a face like a crown of jade walked out. Judging from his appearance, he was no more than 20 years old, his steps were light, and he held a steel fan in his hand.
"This person?"
Seeing the person coming, Lu Qingting couldn't help but look at Tie Tafa, who was also looking at him.
The two of them looked at each other, both a little surprised and suspicious of this young man, who looked very much like the saint from the Pity Life Cult that they had met in the 'Fairy and Demon Realm', but this person was clearly a man...
"This is a disciple of my old friend, named 'Feng Jinhuang', who is skilled in all kinds of Taoist arts. This high platform was built at his invitation. The Northwest King casually introduced it and gestured for him to speak.
Feng Jinhuang nodded slightly, slapped his palms with his fan, looked around at everyone, and said with a smile:
"Do you know that Ma Longtu is obviously very hostile, but he doesn't come directly to the door, but presses forward step by step?"
"It's just to wait for the rebels from Xingli and Erzhou."
Someone replied.
"Yes and no."
Feng Jinhuang shook his head slightly and said:
"Ma Longtu's martial arts is extremely high, but he dared to go deep into the pass without hiding, so he had no other basis to rely on. As far as I know, after he worshiped in the Seven Kills Shrine, he won the trust of the old demon. Now, 'Seven Kills'
The Tao Fruit is controlled by this person."
"Seven Kills, Dao Fruit?!"
There was a slight silence in the courtyard, and then it became agitated.
In recent years, with the emergence of many supernatural power masters one after another, Tao Fruit has gradually become less secret, but most people present have only heard about it.
As for the Seven Kills, this was a famous star god in troubled times throughout the ages, so naturally they knew something about it.
On the contrary, it is not a secret that Ma Longtu worshiped the Seven Kills Palace.
"As far as I know, these Seven Kills Dao Fruit are extremely ferocious. Not only can they greatly increase their martial arts skills, but they can also kill people and steal merit!"
"Killing for credit?!"
Everyone was in an uproar when they heard this.
Only Lu Qingting, Tie Tafa, Big Boss and a few other people who knew the magical power of the Seven Kills remained unmoved.
"These days, Ma Longtu has been wandering around the northwest, and many reclusive masters have been poisoned by him..."
The Northwest King spoke at the right moment:
"If Jin Huang hadn't informed me, I would have almost been deceived..."
"The Seven Killers use fighting to support war and killing to support health. If their magical powers are not broken, they will be almost invincible in the chaos of the army."
Feng Jinhuang replied.
Tie Tiaofa reacted quickly, but couldn't help but sneer: "What? Are you setting up this high platform to break Ma Longtu's magical power?"
Using Taoism to break magical powers?!
Tie Tafa sneered in his heart, but Lu Qingting was slightly moved.
Magical powers are inherently indestructible.
Regardless of martial arts or Taoism, their roots have a deep connection with supernatural powers. There are many strong men in history who are good at Taoism and have killed the masters of magical powers.
The patriarch of his family killed a Shidu Immortal with a talisman formation.
only……
"Seven Kills, Po Jun, Greedy Wolf, the three great star gods in troubled times, headed by Seven Kills, I wonder what kind of Taoist magic you want to use to break their magical powers?"
The big boss's eyes moved slightly. Xie Qi knew what he was thinking and asked in a deep voice.
"Everyone just needs to know that the prince has no scornful intentions. As for whether Feng's Taoist skills are successful or not, how to use them, and what power they have."
Speaking of this, Feng Jinhuang paused for a moment before saying:
"This is related to the sect's inheritance, but it's hard to tell outsiders..."
After saying that, Feng Jinhuang raised his hand, rolled up the red silk, and covered the high platform. The Northwest King took a step forward, walked in front of everyone, clasped his fists and bowed:
"The enemy is approaching, and I would like to ask you to lend me your luck!"