When Yuan did not come to the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion to receive distinguished guests, he saw the old City Lord with a smile on his face at a glance through the open door.
He was sitting in the lower seat, chatting with a middle-aged man sitting in the main seat with a smile, with a touch of respect and full enthusiasm in his attitude.
The middle-aged man's pupils were tinged with an extremely dark silver color, and his shoulders were covered with a large piece of metal. Just by his features, he could tell that he was a nobleman with a very pure bloodline. Amidst the flattery of the old city lord, this man just sat there leisurely, showing a bit of arrogance naturally.
A few other young guards who seemed to be brought over by them stood silently behind them without saying a word.
But Yuan Wuwei faintly saw a bit of anxiety and absent-mindedness from the seemingly peaceful posture of the middle-aged man.
It seems that there is an extremely urgent matter that needs him to do it, but for some reason, he has to endure it for the time being. He seems to be talking to the old city lord patiently, but in fact this person's butt is not in place. Sit upright, as if you have to stand up anytime, anywhere and leave this place.
Among the several guards behind him, the youngest-looking boy suddenly spoke up and reminded softly: "Commander... my lord, the genius doctor we are waiting for seems to have arrived."
Saying this, the young man's curious eyes fell straight to the door, and fell on Yuan Buwei for a moment.
"... Has the miracle doctor arrived?"
At the same time as the boy's voice sounded, the middle-aged man's body trembled imperceptibly, as if awakened by his words. Immediately afterwards, he put on a serious face, and looked up in the direction the boy's eyes pointed.
I saw a young man in white clothes and black hair walking in slowly. The silver metal covering his face formed a mask shape, revealing only a pair of clear and cold eyes.
A fat black brick was moving up and down in his palm, making his posture look extraordinarily leisurely.
"City Lord." Yuanbu called out out of politeness.
In the warm greeting of the old city lord, Yuan Buwei walked into the main hall for Shi Shiran. The old city lord stood up and introduced with a smile on his face: "Young Master Yinyuan, this is the commander Yin Luo from the capital, the king's most trusted follower. Yin Luo will return to the capital , Passed through the neighboring city, and heard that the name of the young master's genius doctor spread far and wide, so I specially? came? to? my Yinhui City, and wanted to introduce you to the king."
Although everything seems to have nothing to do with him, but Yinhui City is the first to spread the name of the genius doctor. If the other party really has the favor of the king, it will be of great benefit to Yinhui City. What's more, this is his savior. Even if he doesn't consider his own interests, if the other party can enter the royal capital and has a bright future, he will be happy for him.
Thinking of this, the old city lord turned to the middle-aged man again, with a smile all over his face, and he did not hide his praise for Yuan Weiwei at all. In front of the other party, it was a good compliment. Shengsheng praised Yuan Buwei as an unprecedented miracle doctor.
The middle-aged man nodded slightly, but his eyes were calmly examining Yuan Buwei. It is always suspicious that a person whose origin is unknown and who had no reputation in the past suddenly became famous.
His serious and sharp eyes fell on Yuan Buwei: "The disease of blood backlash has troubled the king for a long time. If it can be cured, everyone knows what it means to our clan. Because of this, this matter "It's a matter of great importance, hearing is believing, seeing is believing, I must confirm it with my own eyes before I dare to tell the king about this matter."
A smile appeared on the commander's serious face.
"—If the genius doctor really has that kind of ability, the king will be overjoyed and wish to come to meet him in person."
While these people were looking at Yuan Buwei, Yuan Buwei's eyes were also silently looking at them
Hearing this, he couldn't help smiling, his eyes fell on a person lightly, and he said with great interest: "That's not necessary. Didn't the king come in person to welcome you?"
"!!!" There was a sudden silence in the hall.
Except for the old city lord who didn't know anything, everyone else showed obvious expressions of astonishment, and the commander Yinluo got up immediately, waved a silver gun, and looked at the Why not.
"...you? What the hell? People?"
All the attendants also reacted? All of them were vigilant, and subconsciously glanced at the youngest-looking young attendant among them.
Such a suspicious reaction revealed too much... The young man immediately sighed regretfully, walked out from behind the middle-aged man, and looked at Yuan Buwei curiously: "Have you seen this king?"
"No." Yuan Buwei shook his head slightly, turned his eyes around the other people, he sighed with a smile, "I can only say that you have a group of subordinates who are not very good at acting. too much."
Has anyone ever seen the master almost stand up from the chair with a conditioned reflex? In Yuan Buwei's eyes, similar details and flaws were too obvious.
Especially when the king was standing there, the so-called commander was restless throughout the whole process. Even if his face was calm, it couldn't cover up the panic on his body.
Hearing Yuan Buwei say a few words, Jin Wang suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment, nodded again and again, very educated: "I see? That's it, it seems? They really need to practice a lot of acting skills!" Saying this, he? He still hates iron for being weak? He glanced at everyone.
Yuan Buwei is still there nodding and saying yes, with an expression of #YesThey
Everyone who is a bodyguard but is forced to train acting skills: "..." As long as you are happy.
For a while, a certain idler sword repairman and the idler Jin Wang chatted happily and harmoniously.
At this moment, the young man who was talking and laughing at Yanyan just a second ago suddenly lowered his face. Immediately, there was an aura of power without anger, pouring down like Mount Tai, seemingly locked on Yuan Buwei's body :
"However, although my subordinates are very stupid, but they? They are right in their judgment of Your Excellency. As a foreign race, how dare you infiltrate my Golden Spirit Realm alone? It's not enough to recognize this king's identity. In a hurry to escape, this king is really curious and wants to ask, what exactly is your Excellency? Who is he?"
The magic weapon jointly created by the four major sects, perhaps other ordinary Jinling clan can't see through its disguise, but it is the strongest Jinling clan in itself, the golden king whose strength is comparable to the top Tong Xuan peak of the human race, is not there its columns.
Therefore, as long as they concentrate a little bit, they can feel that they don't have the blood of the Golden Spirit Race in their body, and they are not of the Gold Spirit Race at all.
With King Jin's sudden attack, the atmosphere in the hall became extremely quiet for a moment, as if a terrible tide was brewing under the deep sea, and magma was about to erupt from the bottom of the volcano. ... This coercion is too terrifying!
Everyone unconsciously held their breath and concentrated, and did not dare to make the slightest sound, but the deep horror was revealed in their eyes.
The king's majesty is unpredictable, this moody Jin King has always been like this, the Jinling clan has long been used to it. What horrified them was the secret revealed casually by the other party.
No one expected that there would be a foreigner who dared to disguise his identity and infiltrate into the Golden Lingyu, and even dare to show up in front of the King of Jin, talking and laughing happily with him, with a calm demeanor.
They didn't know for a moment whether to be shocked by this man's boldness, or to feel sorry for his impending fate. I couldn't help but gape and lost my words.
It was very calm.
Under Jin Wang's sudden eruption of terror, he looked like an ordinary person? It seemed that he might be overturned by the storm at any time, but he didn't.
They seem to have become a point of nothingness, devouring all the forces that invaded from the outside into nothingness.
"What am I? The person is not important. The important thing is that I have a method to solve the backlash of the blood of the Jinling clan, so that the Jinling clan don't have to be troubled by it anymore."
Wasn't it because he weighed the fat black brick in his hand, and his movements and postures were very careless. But before he knew it, the terrifying aura created by Jin Wang that the sky and the earth were sealed off was completely destroyed.
Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Only the mysterious man in white said lightly: "I don't know if King Jin would like to sit down? Have a good talk?"
A way to make the entire Jinling clan no longer be troubled by blood backlash... Everyone was a little moved when they heard this, and unconsciously turned their hopeful eyes to the Jinwang.
And Jin Wang seemed to be moved too, and the gloomy expression on his face turned into a bright smile in an instant: "Speaking of? This king is interested. Sit down and talk, it's not impossible..." Speaking of? Here , Their figures have disappeared in place, leaving only a light-like afterimage in everyone's pupils, which is so fast that it is too late for people to react.
When everyone reacted, the boy's figure had already appeared. In front of Yuan Buwei, he raised his slender palm, and released the golden "brilliance" that filled the sky, completely covering Yuan Buwei's figure inside.
Then there was him? That rather playful voice.
"But it's obvious that you can ask something out by force, why does this king want to have a good talk with you?"
Before the ending sound fell, the young man's smile froze at the corners of his lips. In his suddenly constricted pupils, a pair of dark and secluded eyes were reflected, as if gathering an endless night. The air radiated from the other party's body, rushing towards them suddenly, causing their consciousness to plunge into darkness in an instant.
An indescribable fear rose in my heart. It seems to come from the most instinctive panic in the human subconscious.
But in the eyes of other people, it was Jin Wang who suddenly looked blank for a second for some reason. In the midst of this flash of lightning, a black shadow smashed through the golden light in the sky, and then mercilessly rushed straight at his forehead. Smash it.
—It was a XXL-sized painted black brick!
"boom!"
It seemed like an ordinary impact, but it was mixed with an extremely compelling sword aura.
When the darkness in front of King Jin's eyes receded, he felt a sharp pain on his forehead before he could wake up from the fear of falling into the bottomless abyss, and his spirit was a little lax.
The big moves that were originally condensed also dissipated on their own.
Then, the black and plump brick stretched rapidly in front of his eyes, turning into a long sword with a cold light.
The pitch-black sword edge slanted in front of his eyes, and the freezing cold air gushed out.
"Oh, you must force me to convince people with reason."
Yuan Buwei sighed deeply, looked at the golden king whose vital point was held up by the sword, and asked calmly, "Now, are you willing to have a good talk?"
Seeing that Jin Wang seemed unwilling, his face was very ugly, and they spoke in a very reasonable manner.
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to, you? You have the freedom to refuse. I never? Never force anyone."
Jin Wang: "..."
Take your sword away before you say this, okay