Chapter 146

The palace of Jiang state is very large and luxurious. There are magnificent buildings and energetic sergeants everywhere. Even standing outside, you can vaguely feel the dignified and majestic spirit.

However, what really surprised Yang Xuan was the towering red walls in front of him.

"Is this... Array?"

He looked at the old man who stepped out of the carriage ahead and asked uncertainly.

This feeling is somewhat similar to his feeling in the treasure Pavilion of the Bai family. It seems that there is a big mountain in front of him, towering and difficult to shake.

However, the place in front of him felt more grand, but not so exquisite.

The old man turned around, his eyes seemed to be depressed, and said: "Taoist friends are really good eyesight. They can see the big array in the palace at a glance. They are really learning about heaven and man!"

Yang Xuan chewed the meaning of his words and didn't speak again.

According to the old man, it seems that this array has used some hidden means. However, with the help of the heavenly eye, these things with strong spiritual power fluctuations can not avoid his perception.

"This big array looks grand, but it's a little rough. Not to mention the array in Li's ancient land. Even the one in the Bai family treasure Pavilion can't compare with it. I think it's used to deal with ordinary people!"

He thought in his heart that his vigilance had gone more than half.

Although he came to be a guest, he still had to guard against it. Obviously, the so-called big array was not in his defense.

If a large army comes, this array will certainly play a great role. However, if you deal with friars like them, you will have more heart than strength.

In his feeling, even a friar in the second realm can ignore this array and enter and exit at will.

I was thinking that there was a sudden commotion at the main gate of the palace.

"Welcome your majesty!"

I don't know who shouted first. All the sergeants around knelt down, and the old man and the man surnamed Wu stood in the front and bowed their hands.

Yang Xuan looked up and saw a man wearing a black Phnom Penh robe and a Mian Diao coming out at the gate of the palace.

The man was born with a national character face, solemn complexion, a momentum of no anger and self prestige, and a pinch of moustache on his chin. The only drawback was that this dignified face had a little white silk on his head.

Behind him, a group of eunuchs and maidens followed him with small steps, bowing one by one, very respectful.

"Is this the Lord of the state of Jiang?"

Yang Xuan said secretly in his heart and guessed the identity of the other party, but he didn't move. He just stood in place.

"It's hard for you to worship."

The man first walked up to the old man and the big man surnamed Wu, nodded and smiled.

"Your Majesty is serious. It's just a little effort, but..."

"Well, I'll deal with it myself."

The dignified man raised his hand to stop the old man's words. After nodding gently, he bypassed them and walked towards Yang Xuan.

Until he arrived, Yang Xuan bowed his hand slightly and said, "Your Excellency is the Lord of the state of Jiang. Yang is polite."

"Ha ha, I've heard the name of immortal master for a long time. Now I see that I'm so young. I'm really a divine man!"

The head of the state of Jiang laughed and had no airs of the head of the state. He was like meeting an old friend. He was very enthusiastic: "I'm surnamed Jiang. I also learned some immortal methods in my early years, but I'm stupid and haven't made any achievements. It's reasonable to call brother Yang."

As soon as he said this, there was a trace of panic in the eyes of the people around him, but the old man standing not far away took a faint smile on his mouth.

Yang Xuan was surprised by the words of the leader of the state of Jiang and hurriedly said, "the leader of the state of Jiang is serious. I can't afford to call him that."

"In that case, how about I have a thick skin and call you little brother Yang?"

"This..."

Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment, but the Lord of Jiang was right. When he agreed, he continued.

"Little brother Yang, you don't need to care. You're not from the state of Jiang. Naturally, you don't have to care too much about my identity."

"This... All right!"

Yang Xuan nodded, which was almost the same as his idea, but considering the majesty of the Lord of a country, he hesitated.

"So good."

Lord Jiang showed a trace of joy on his face and patted Yang Xuan on the shoulder without scruples: "little brother Yang, this is not a place to stay for a long time. I prepared a big banquet in the palace. Please give me a face and go together?"

"Lord Jiang laughed."

Yang Xuan was embarrassed by his enthusiasm. He looked at the stunned people around him, his eyes were frozen, and he kept thinking about something in his heart. He walked into the palace with Jiang Huang.

The old man and the big man surnamed Wu also followed up, but they deliberately slowed down and pulled out a little distance from them.

"Old Zhuang... Your majesty..."

The big man surnamed Wu looked at his back in front of him. He was worried and wanted to stop talking.

The old man was always calm and unaffected by the previous scene.

"Don't worry, your Majesty's cultivation is not high, but it depends on when people's eyes are worse. He naturally has his own reason for doing so."

"However, the man surnamed Yang is just a monk in the third realm after all. Do you need to treat him like this?"

Just after saying this, the old man glared at him fiercely: "it's just what it means. Now, it's the highest accomplishment of the state of Jiang. Don't think you can disrespect others with me and Li Lao."

The old man's look gradually dignified. Looking at the thin figure in front of him, he said in a deep voice: "this Yang Daoyou is not simple. His spiritual power is very strange. It gives me an unspeakable feeling. Even if there is a golden spirit gourd in hand, I can't feel much chance of winning in front of him."

"What!"

The big man surnamed Wu was shocked and a little shocked.

He is just the second realm. As a monk of the third realm, Yang Xuan's accomplishments are very different. Where can he feel the strength? Now the old man said, he probably has a measure in his heart.

"Now you know."

The old man smiled: "thanks to the broad-minded Yang Daoyou, otherwise, if he had to do it to you, I wouldn't be sure to stop him."

The big man surnamed Wu exuded a few cold sweat on his forehead, secretly spit and didn't speak.

The old man continued, "of course, your majesty values more than the strength of Yang Daoyou."

His face showed emotion: "I've been practicing for more than 70 years, but I can only reach the third realm. Even so, I'm a rare genius in Jiang's country, but this Yang Daoyou is only a teenager now. He is either gifted or has terrible power behind his back."