Nangong Jin was shocked.

"Uh..." Zangdao muttered in a sleepy manner, "It turns out it's you, why bother me to sleep."

The old dean pushed away the long knife in anger, "Call the people quickly, I'm going to have a meeting."

“Have a meeting?

What meeting should I have?

You are no longer the head of the hospital, why should you direct me?"

Hundao rolled his eyes, fell back to sleep again.

The old dean turned around and smiled awkwardly at Nangong Jin, then coughed and said majestic, "Hide the knife! The saint is back, don't you get up to greet him?"

The air was quiet for a moment.

Tibetan Dao opened his eyes suddenly, bounced up like a wake-up awakening, and stared at Nangong Jin behind the old dean.

"Holy Maiden?"

The hidden sword slowly approached Nangong Jin, and his eyes flashed with splendor, "Really, is it really a saint?"

"I..." Nangong Jin didn't know how to answer.

"You are indeed a saint!"

The crazy and crazy knife, I didn't know how to determine Nangong Jin's identity, turned around and bowed, "Welcome the saint back to the hospital!"

The four old men and women also came over one after another, followed the hidden sword, fell to the ground, shouting, "Welcome the saint to return to the courtyard!"

Nangong Jin panicked.

When she first learned that a great master was just Wan Rou's bodyguard and guard, she was extremely shocked.

After all, a great master is almost at the limit of the world's combat power, with thousands of kilograms of huge power, and is like a god in the eyes of the world.

Such a person is used as a guard for people, and it is difficult to accept no matter how you look at it.

But today, so many great masters actually fell to the ground, and the scene was strange and shocking that only those who had experienced it could feel.

It’s like a civilian who is suddenly bowed down by the president and may be panicked.

"Quick, get up!"

Nangong Jin exclaimed.

Hidden Knife slowly stood up, his expression becoming serious and serious.

The others also stood up and protected the surroundings solemnly.

Nangong Jin felt the atmosphere a little depressed and heavy, and his beautiful face was covered with sweat.

"Okay!"

The owner of the nursing home said in a deep voice, "Go to the inner courtyard first, call up the people, and announce something!"

"good!"

Hidden sword stared at Nangong Jin for a long time, waved to the other person, "Go and call someone!"

The group came to the inner courtyard, which was a solemn and refined place like an imperial palace.

No one has sat on the throne in the center for many years, and a thick layer of dust can be found from a distance.

Nangong Jin was very strange. Even if no one sat down, he had to clean it up, right?

"Do you think it's strange that the throne has accumulated soil for many years?"

The owner of the nursing home smiled, "When the Great Venerable assassinated your father on the throne, he would live and die on the throne, and at the same time set rules that the Qiankun Courtyard will not be restored for a day, and the throne must not be touched."

Duanmuyi explained, "This is because he is afraid that future generations will suffer misfortune from being affected by evil spirits."

"Come on! Sit!"

The owner of the old home pulled Nangong Jin to sit on a bench closest to the throne.

Soon, Tibetan sword walked in with a dozen people with dragon-shaped tigers.

Nangong Jinchu had a brief count, and about eighteen great masters couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

He hid his sword and held his fists and saluted, "Saint! Twenty-seven members of Dushan Building arrived 18, and the other nine were all in charge of work in various places and could not come!"

"Two, twenty-seven..." Nangong Jin was stunned, "All of them are great masters?"

Tibetan Dao smiled, "Yes! They are all old antiques and world-weary guys."

"It's so scary!"

Nangong Jin never expected that there were so many unimaginable characters hidden outside the world.

Many great masters looked at Nangong Jin, with kindness and sharpness in their eyes, and more of doubt and confusion.

The owner of the old courtyard held everyone's eyes and said in a deep voice, "The return of the saint means that the opportunity for the birth of Qiankun Court is coming!"

Everyone's eyes were slightly brighter, and they immediately whispered to each other.

"After our stronghold, the Great Venerable is ready to move. Since that's the case, it's better for us to start first."

The owner of the old courtyard said in a deep voice, "Prefer to the saint as the supreme emperor, declare the orthodox Qiankun Academy to the world, so that the great venerables and the little ones understand that they are just a group of despicable villains who have committed their faith and forgot their righteousness!"

Tibetan Dao frowned, "Old Master, are you talking about going to war with the Great Venerable?"

An old woman said in a deep voice, "The great master's merits and fortune have reached the top level of a great master, and there are many masters under her command, and they have developed strongly over the years.

We have been recuperating for so many years, and I am afraid we will still be suppressed. If..." She looked at Nangong Jin, the meaning was very obvious. If the identity of the saint was exposed, then if something happened to her, the Qiankun Academy would be completely without a leader. At that time, the sand would be broken one by one.

The owner of the old courtyard sighed lightly, "The prophecy of the first year has begun to appear. The prophecy of the high priest in the courtyard, the return of the saint this year will bring hope of life to Qiankun Court. We must seize this opportunity."

"But... we are not prepared properly. If we appear rashly, we will inevitably encounter many constraints!"

"Yes! It's not a chance to be born now, right?"

"Duanmuyi, how are your nano warriors?

Is there any progress?”

Tibetan Dao asked suddenly.

"Reply to Master Zangdao's words," Duanmu Yi's eyes flashed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "There has been a new breakthrough and it will not take long to come in handy."

"Hmph! How many years have you been?

You used so many tricks and used countless manpower and material resources, but you still achieved nothing!”

Tibetan Dao snorted coldly.

Duanmuyi seemed very ashamed and lowered her head stiffly.

"Don't discuss this for the time being," said the old house owner in a deep voice. "The return of the saint requires some rituals, but it is not advisable to send messages on a large scale."

The owner of the old home looked at Nangong Jin, "A Jin! What else do you have to say?"

Nangong Jin was hesitant. On the one hand, she was shocked by the background of Qiankunyuan, but on the other hand, she was worried about Lin Xiao's situation.

She thought for a while, suddenly stood up, bent down to everyone and said, "I want to ask everyone for something!"

"Saint must not be!"

The body of Zangjiu paused slightly and shot to Nangong Jin like lightning, helping her up carefully, "How can you worship us?"

If you have something to do, just give it your order!”

The others also changed their expressions slightly, and they quickly bent over and gave a gift.

Although they are great masters, they attach great importance to etiquette and rules. Moreover, Qiankun Academy has a long history and has accumulated over thousands of years, and has long had its own culture and heritage.

In the orthodox Qiankun Academy, the saint or the saint son is the candidate of the future saint master, the true dragon emperor.

Therefore, Nangong Jin's worship made them shocked.

"Senior Tibetan Dao! My husband asked me for help. I don't know what urgent happened to him. I am feeling nervous now and have no intention of dealing with other things. I just want to rescue him as soon as possible. Can I send a few experts to go back with me..." "What?"

Tibetan Dao was stunned, "The saint is already married?"

The crowd was in an uproar.

The owner of the old house quickly explained, "I was forced to send A Jin away. Since I have been admitted to the world, it is normal for girls of appropriate age to marry..." "Hmph! Which boy from a family is qualified to marry a saint?"

"Not bad! We're going to see this kid. If you don't meet the criteria, kill it immediately!"

"Never estimate!"

A group of great masters shouted coldly, which scared Nangong Jin.
Chapter completed!