"It's just a matter of my words!"

Xiao Yi said confidently.

Although the entire Nanzhou is a three-legged tripod, it is actually only the Nantian Holy Land. What is Xiao Yi's identity?

He is the second holy lord of the Holy Land of the South Heaven! Even the Holy Lord of the South Heaven will give him this face.

More importantly... The Martial clan leader is about to leave the customs a year later. It is not difficult to judge with Xiao Yi fighting the broken arm that the master of the broken arm is at least more than 9,000 steps away from the road.

Such a terrifying strong man, once he comes out of seclusion, he will descend to the Qingtian Realm.

Who can compete with it then?

Only by integrating the power of the entire Qingtian Realm can we have enough confidence to deal with the upcoming danger of the Martial Clan.

The integration of Nanzhou is the first step! “Director, really, can it be done?”

Everyone looked at Xiao Yi nervously.

There was expectation, anxiety, and a hint of inexplicable excitement in his eyes.

Once the entire Nanzhou is truly integrated into one as Xiao Yi said, even a giant like Tianya Hai Pavilion will not dare to take action against Xiaoshanheyuan rashly! Xiao Yi nodded and said, "Leave this matter to me! As for you, prepare for integration first, I believe this day will not be too far away!"

"Um!"

Everyone nodded.

From the first time they met Xiao Yi, he has been creating miracles.

He completed one feat that surprised everyone and thought it was absolutely impossible to succeed.

And now... what he is about to complete is to completely integrate the Nanzhou, which has been falling apart for tens of thousands of years since ancient times, and unify it into a force.

Once this matter is done.

That would be another shocking move.

Ye Heng seemed to remember something and hurriedly said, "Master, I almost forgot something about it... Not long ago, the Holy Land of Nantian came to inform us that there was a shocking change in the extreme south, so we asked us to send the masters to.

But later, the matter of Tianya Hai Pavilion was delayed and has been delayed until now. We have never sent anyone to..." Xiao Yi waved his hand and said that he already knew about this matter, saying: "You don't need to worry about the matter of the extreme south. Just concentrate on preparing to integrate the affairs of Nanzhou. By the way, Your Majesty Yang Ling, you go with me to the Southern Heaven Dynasty..." In order to integrate Nanzhou, there is almost no problem with the Holy Land of Nantian.

The only difficulty is how to deal with the compatibility between the forces of the Southern Heaven Dynasty and the Daqian Dynasty. The Daqian Dynasty was created by itself, and Nan Tianwen has close friends with him.

Xiao Yi simply did not have a headache about this matter and handed over this matter to Yang Ling and Nan Tianwen to solve it.

Yang Ling responded and said, "When will we set out?"

"Let's go now!"

Xiao Yi thought about it and didn't know what was going on in the extreme south. He had to go back to the southern holy land first, take Fang Tianchi and others to the extreme south, and then say, "Ye Heng, white hair, I'll leave it to you!"

"Don't worry, Master (Dean), we will never let you down!"

The two quickly patted their chests and promised.

Xiao Yi waved his hand and took Yang Ling away through the air.

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Inside the luxurious palace.

Nan Tianwen's face was pale, and his coughing from time to time would even spurt blood from his mouth, but he was well covered up with a white handkerchief. Even so, it was difficult to hide his weakness and haggardness.

Among the civil and military officials standing on both sides, some showed a look of secret joy, while others were filled with sadness.

A handsome and upright young man standing with his hands hanging down on the left raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Nan Tianwen, who was pale on the dragon chair. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a sneer that was not easy to detect was raised.

This person is one of the many sons of Nan Tianwen, Nan Tianxiao, the prince of the Nantian Dynasty! Nan Tianxiao entered the Nantian Holy Land many years ago to practice, and then went out for a trip. By chance, he entered the gate of Tianya Hai Pavilion.

Now that he has returned from his studies, his first thing he has done when he returns, which is to force Nan Tianwen to abdicate and give way to his wise men.

But... Nan Tianwen is healthy and does not have the intention to abdicate.

In addition, Nan Tianxiao turned to the sect of Tianya Hai Pavilion, which angered the Nantian Holy Land, which also made him unable to use the hands of Nantian Holy Land to force Nantianwen.

Nan Tianxiao stepped forward and said, "I have reported to my father, and I see that my father is in a bad state, so I specially look for an overseas immortal doctor to diagnose and treat my father..." "I appreciate the filial piety of the prince, but my health is not seriously damaged."

Nan Tianwen waved his hand and said calmly.

But deep in his eyes when he looked at Nan Tianxiao, there was a cold and cold light flashing.

once Upon a time.

Nan Tianxiao is the existence he is proud of.

But now... Nan Tianwen even vaguely speculated that a sudden problem with his body was inseparable from Nan Tianxiao.

Nan Tianxiao frowned slightly and said, "Father, your dragon body is related to the long-term stability of my Nantian Dynasty, and there is no tolerance for any carelessness.

I also asked my father to allow the immortal doctor to go to the palace to diagnose my father!”

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, the Crown Prince, please help me!"

"Your Majesty, let the Immortal Doctor come to the palace!"

Among the crowd, one-third of the court officials came forward to give advice.

Nan Tianwen's narrowed eyes were sucking the dangerous cold light, sweeping over these ministers one by one, keeping them firmly in his heart, but his face was filled with a gratitude: "Okay, since it is the prince's filial piety, I will take it!"

He glanced at the old eunuch beside him.

The old eunuch nodded and said sharply: "Are you invited the immortal doctor to the palace!"

After a moment.

A thin Taoist, dressed in blue, with snow-white hair, and a fairy-like Taoist priest, walked into the hall.

The Taoist held a whisk in his hand, held the Taoist seal, and bowed slightly to the Nantianwen: "I Dao Cangsong, pay homage to Emperor Nantian!"

"Um!"

Nan Tianwen nodded and said, "Listen to the prince, is Taoist master proficient in medicine?"

Taoist Master Cangsong smiled slightly, shook the whisk, and said proudly: "I have been studying the alchemy scriptures with my masters since I was three years old, and I can refine spiritual medicines and elixirs by myself since I was ten years old.

I dare not say that no one can compare to Miss Dao. At least in this Qingtian Realm, people who can surpass Miss Dao are only one hand!"

"Father, Taoist Master Cangsong said nothing, but his son has witnessed his own way of living dead people with his own eyes.

And..." Nan Tianxiao paused, a light flashed through his lowered eyes and said, "Beyond medical arts, Taoist Cangsong is the best way to calculate numerology.

He can know the world and the world know the past, and test the universe and the future..."                                                                                                                     �

Could it be that he can be more proficient than the national teacher?”

Nan Tian asked with a smile.

A pair of palms that fell on the handrail clattered, and the nails were faintly embedded in the handrail.

What a smart person, Nan Tianwen?

He had already vaguely guessed the purpose of Nan Tianxiao's arrangement for Taoist Priest Cangsong.

Nan Tianxiao said: "The national teacher Fang Tianmiao is a great paradise. However, he has disappeared for so many years, and no one knows what happened to him.

And Taoist Master Cangsong..." He looked at Taoist Master Cangsong.

Taoist Master Cangsong gently stroked his long beard and said proudly: "I am not boasting, but the national master of your country is definitely not a match for my numerology calculations.
Chapter completed!