I have nothing but luck

The further you go into the palace where the Nanman king lives, the more heavily armored and armed soldiers are.

It seems that the Nanman king made the matter of tearing up his face with Princess Ruyang public, and vowed to decide the winner.

It's a pity that Rulin's soldiers and swords can stop most of the world's masters, and Princess Ruyang, who is at the peak of the Mahayana, has nothing to do with them.

But he couldn't stop Jiang Jingxing.

His Octopus sword hadn't been sheathed yet, and the invisible awe-inspiring sword energy had covered the palace. Wherever he went, the soldiers stunned by the awe-inspiring sword fell to the ground, and piled up in the open space of the Nanban palace like arhats. On the first floor, he and Xie Rongjiao strolled freely in the courtyard, walking in a leisurely manner.

Such a frightening spectacle certainly alarmed the Nanman king.

When the two of them arrived at the palace where the Nanman king was, he was already well-dressed and perched on the throne in the main hall. The majestic attitude when receiving courtiers.

Of course, after gaining insight into the identities of the two parties, the majestic posture of the Nanman king became ridiculous.

Xie Rongjiao: "Trouble Your Majesty to return Master's Soul Lamp. If Your Majesty agrees, on the premise of not violating morality, consider me as a favor to Your Majesty. If I have something to ask, I will not refuse."

One size fits one size, the truth that should be said must be explained first.

The Nanman priest who tampered with the Jiangjing Xinghun Lantern died under Xie Ronghua's Taiping knife, and this account was finally revealed.

The Nanman King and Princess Ruyang are both the lords of the Nanman, one is the Nanman king, the other is the Nanman queen, the soul lamp fell into their hands, it is a legitimate destination, no matter which one returns, the favor owed must be owed.

As for the Nanman King's attempt to snatch the soul lamp from Princess Ruyang, the confrontation and conflict between Princess Ruyang and the Nanman King who have been kind to them should also be counted.

Xie Rongjiao made the distinction very clearly.

It's a pity that, as Princess Ruyang said, the Nanman King would definitely not be willing to hand over the Soul Lamp.

Sitting on the throne, the Nanman king pulled the corners of his lips and pulled out an uncomfortable smile: "Then what if I want the two of you to kill that bitch Ru Yang?"

"I'm sorry." Xie Rongjiao's expression was cold, without any hesitation, he immediately refused, "Princess Ruyang has preserved Master's soul lamp for more than [-] years. She has a deep kindness with me and Master, and it is a duty to do something to a benevolent person." Moral things, forgive me for not agreeing."

Seeing his expression, the Nanman king knew that he must not be moved, so he changed his direction quickly and said disgustingly: "Then what if I want the sage to abolish his cultivation?"

"If you pinch the soul-exploding lamp with your hands, I can only lose half of my cultivation at most." Jiang Jingxing said without batting an eyelid, "Are you treating everyone like you when you were young and haven't learned math well, or are you acting like everyone is stupid like you? Don't even count?"

Those who were arranged by the Nanman King in his palace were all his most trusted confidantes, most of them were cultivated, so they could stay indifferently in the hall full of gunpowder and swords were on the verge of breaking out.

The Nanman king thought it was reasonable and could not refute it, his face was not only slightly stagnant.

From the eyes of others, his face was twisted a few times, forming a different pattern on his face, which was quite terrifying.

Nanman King's disgusting villainous heart is not dead, he stared at Xie Rongjiao in a blink of an eye and said: "Then what if I want my son to destroy himself?"

Seeing that the faces of the two of them quickly turned cold, Xie Rongjiao didn't make a sound, thinking he had found a coup for disgusting people, he chuckled and said: "Half the cultivation of a saint, Yu Gong is very important to Kyushu. The important matter of life and death, the relationship between the private son and the sage master-disciple is deep throated to the point of rolling into bed and becoming a Taoist couple, you don't want to be stingy with your own cultivation, right?"

Seeing that the two listened patiently to what he had said, the Nanman King believed Mo Luo's words that "the son of the Xie family is the most rigid and polite character".

The villain is difficult, but the gentleman is easy to deceive.

The Southern Barbarian King understood this truth.

In the silent silence, Jiang Jingxing opened his mouth, with a teasing taste that he ignored him a little bit, and said, "Has the Nanman King thought about another possibility?"

As soon as he put away his smile, his murderous look suddenly appeared: "There are only three things, you don't need to seize the ladder opportunity that Ah Ci gave you earlier, why don't I snatch the soul lamp from you first, and then count the rest?"

Probably first, the two of them came all the way, and the act of knocking out the guard with sword energy but not seeing any blood made the Nanman king preconceived that they were two soft-hearted soft buns, and then Xie Rongjiao's talkative tone made the Nanman king push his nose face.

Once Jiang Jingxing's tone became tough, the Nanman King's palms were sweating, and he didn't feel disgusted, so he moved his lips, not knowing what to say.

The waiters, who were about to despair of their king, began to think that it was too late to turn to Princess Ruyang.

"Mo Luo was stumbled by his important business in Xihuang and didn't send it, and there is no hidden trump card in the palace." Jiang Jingxing felt incredible, "So why did you slander Ah Ci in front of me? How confident are you? Moro dare not talk to me like that.”

Whether the saint's temper is good or not can only be known by tasting the Baji sword in his hand.

When Jiang Jingxing said this, the Nanman king felt that it hurt his face as a Nanman king, and tried to hold the soul lamp in his sleeve to straighten his back: "Sages are naturally distinguished, but I hold a saint's soul lamp in my hand. If the sage kills me, I can die with the Hehun Lamp, does the sage say that I have the confidence?"

"It makes sense." Jiang Jingxing applauded politely, "Did Mo Luo teach you what you said just now?"

The Nanman King blushed.

The completely desperate palace people have already begun to try to sneak out of the palace without attracting the attention of the Nanman king who was hovering on the verge of fury.

Ronghua, who is begging for a fart in wealth and insurance, with such a master, whether he can save his life or not is another matter.

Looking at the expression on the face of the Nanman king, Jiang Jing knew that what he said was right.

He didn't have the slightest sense of being a gentleman, so he kept pouring salt on people's wounds: "Then, if you know about the leader of the Eastern Wasteland who once formed an alliance with Moro, the commander of the Zhenxi Army, Ji Huang and the suzerain of Fazong died so cold Tou's ending?"

No matter how you say it, those who ally with Moro can't escape the end of being entrapped and killed by him after being squeezed out of the use value.

There is only one Xie Tingbai who has remained silent until now.

Maybe this is true love.

The Nanman King's face turned from red to purple.

He spoke bluntly, trying to regain his dignity, "So what?"

"You Kyushu people look down on us southerners. We are full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, and red tape. We are not uncommon. Why, while looking down on us southerners, you are not allowed to form an alliance with the barren people?"

It sounds like the Nanman King and Moro probably have a feeling of sympathy and sympathy for each other.

The Nanman king said it in one breath, and his purple face couldn't help but turn a little better because he was so aggrieved: "Anyway, saint, your soul lamp is in my hand, and the big deal is that we will die together."

Jiang Jingxing said coldly: "I still have half of my cultivation base and Ah Ci, the honor of the Nanman king here, the treasures and beautiful family members of the palace are really gone, it's not a loss."

He calmed down and said, "Since you have formed an alliance with Mo Luo, don't you know that even though half of your cultivation is left, it is still easy to kill you?"

What's more, the Nanman King may never wait for the moment to crush the soul lamp.

The Nanman king was so angry that Jiang Jingxing's lips trembled, he could not utter a word, but he really removed his hand from the soul lamp in his sleeve, for fear that if he accidentally missed it, the situation would become irreversible.

As Jiang Jingxing said, there are many things that the Nanman King is greedy for.

So he didn't want to die at this time.

It was at this moment that the hall shone brightly, as if falling into a round of rising sun.

Xie Rongjiao drew his sword out of its sheath and faced the Nanman King!

He and Jiang Jingxing couldn't be more in touch, and he knew very well that Jiang Jingxing's temper was the most impatient to talk nonsense with the Nanman king.

Now that he has talked so much, Jiang Jingxing must have been waiting for the moment when the Nanman King let go of his soul lamp.

Seeing that it was Xie Rongjiao, a junior who had not yet reached the crown, the Nanman king inevitably felt a little arrogant.

After all, he is a Mahayana, and it is only natural that Jiang Jingxing, who can't beat the Holy Realm, should be so scrupled about even a junior who has just entered the Holy Realm?

Then what does he use to deter the people below?Didn't you see that there are already several palace people who wanted to run away just now?

Maybe he took the eldest son of the Xie family, the rumored sage's sweetheart, Jiang Jingxing was really under his control.

Can Jiang Jingxing not care about a soul lamp, half-body cultivation, and this warm, fragrant, soft jade, a real beauty who can be touched and hugged?

At that time, it would be a good idea to let Jiang Jingxing kill that poisonous woman in Ruyang.

The Nanman King's abacus was rattling.

However, reality does not roll like the balls on his abacus.

A torrential river unscrupulously rushed into the hall and wreaked havoc.

The Nanman king was horrified to find that he was exactly like a mortal in the water, his hands and feet were heavy, and his spiritual power was as sluggish as his hands and feet.

It was almost a matter of falling across a whole realm.

The two ways of Qiangu and Dongliu have mastered the laws of the movement and change of everything in the world, and they are already close to the way. If people like Yu Yingqiu who practice the way of heaven, or Fang Linhe who finds his own way of swordsman and is indomitable, he will give up. There is still a battle Power.

As for the Nanman King, who has no self-cultivated way and realm, he doesn't think it is much higher than Xie Rongjiao, it's almost a one-size-fits-all.

Jiang Jingxing stood in the distance like a mountain, and did not intend to kill the Nanman king directly.

He has two considerations for not making a move.

One was afraid that the Nanman king would crush his soul lamp in a hurry. Although he was [-]% sure to kill him before the Nanman king could make a move, he couldn't be too careful when it came to matters involving the soul lamp.

The second is to occupy the bulk.

Ah Ci has been worried about his soul lamp for a long time, and he finally cleared the clouds and mist to see the sun, and he always gave Ah Ci a chance to vent his anger, otherwise why would he bother to speak out to provoke the Southern Barbarian King?

The water flowed over the sleeve of the Nanman king, and sent the bronze lamp inside to Xie Rongjiao's left hand, which was not holding the sword.

Xie Rongjiao turned over his sleeves, put away the lamp in a precious and important way, and felt that he let go of the big sun that had been in his heart for many days.

Let him fight two more Zhou room offerings and still have the strength to fight.

Not to mention a mere Southern barbarian king?

He threw his sword across the Nanman king's neck and said, "This is the soul lamp of my Taoist companion."

For example, in response to the previous sentence of the Nanman King, all jade and stone will be destroyed.

The implication is ready to come out.

Every hair of my Taoist companion is closely related, and both jade and stone will be burnt, so you are worthy?