Nan Huairen's cultivation level is not simple. He has reached the peak of the sixth level and is just around the corner to break through to the seventh level. A weapon that can change his appearance is anything but ordinary. When Nan Huairen said this, Nan Chu stopped talking.
Nan Huairen looked at Qin Dong and said with a smile, "Brothers, please rest here peacefully. I will keep you safe!"
Qin Dong smiled and said, "Qin has no habit of being a coward. If the old man is not afraid of Qin being a burden, let us go and have a look with you."
"That's fine, it's okay to be idle! Haha..."[
How high Nan Huairen's prestige is in Biluo Village is unknown until he goes out. As soon as he goes out, Qin Dong immediately sees it. Every villager who saw Nan Huairen was filled with joy and shouted wildly. That excited expression was definitely from the heart and was definitely not artificial.
Nan Huairen kept waving, nodded slightly, and greeted the villagers passing by. In a short time, thousands of villagers gathered around him, and there were also villagers who had just received the news. Cheers came from all directions. Before long, the entire Biluo Village was immersed in a sea of joy.
"Dad, as far as your prestige is concerned, I'm afraid I won't be able to match it in another twenty years." Nan Chu accidentally became jealous of his father.
When Nan Huairen heard this, he burst out laughing, the pride and pride on his face undisguised. Being an official and benefiting others, Nan Huairen's life was really not in vain.
Outside Biluo Village, there are tens of thousands of soldiers, fully armed and ready. There were hundreds of monks among them, forming a single team, tightly protecting the two people and standing in the center.
These two people, one about fifty years old, were all dressed in military uniforms, with arrogant expressions, and their gestures exuded a commanding air, which was quite arrogant. This person is Luo Jinguang, the younger brother of Luo Xianfa, the current leader of the Tiannu clan.
Another person stood next to him, his whole body shrouded in black armor, only revealing a slightly pale face. He was in his thirties or forties, with slightly thin lips and deep eyes, which made him wear a A bit gloomy and vicious. It is worth noting that this man is holding a five-foot-long thin sword in his hand. The exposed edge of the sword is only as thick as a little finger, and the tip of the sword is as thin as the tip of a hair, which is particularly scary. This sword is completely black and extremely sharp. Under the sunlight, it actually glows dark and dark, giving people a strong sense of danger.
"Scold me! You must scold Nan Chu for being such a shrinking turtle!" Luo Jinguang's face was filled with anger, and even his hair stood on end.
Tens of thousands of soldiers cursed in unison, the waves rising one after another, as if the tide was about to collapse the embankment. In terms of momentum, Luo Jinguang is quite good at running the army.
The people below were scolding happily, and the wooden wall did not dare to show any weakness. On both sides, you scolded me for a while, and I scolded me for a while. Before the bloody battle began, a scolding war started in a lively manner.
"You surnamed Nan, you shy little turtle, get out of here!" Luo Jinguang was full of murderous intent and looked impatient.
Before Nan Chu climbed onto the wooden wall, he heard Nan Chu's roar. He immediately quickened his pace and rushed to the top of the wooden wall in a few steps. He pointed at Luo Jinguang and shouted, "Luo Jinguang, I think you have itchy skin. I want to Do you want Nan to scratch it for you?"