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His vision blurred for a while, and he saw the white gas that almost swallowed up King Luo. The white gas was rich and vigorous, representing the gathering of the people of Luoshui.

King Luo is the lord of this place, and no one in the world dares to disobey his words.

In addition to the white energy, the golden and red energy formed a small incomplete cauldron hanging above King Luo's head, rising and falling.

Slowly, these qi disappeared, and something else emerged.

A bright sharp claw rested on King Luo's forehead.

Looking up, you can see the entire dragon.

It was coiled on King Luo's forehead motionless, as if he was dozing off.

Perhaps noticing Lin Xingtao's gaze, it waggled its tail lazily.

However, after Lin Xingtao's dragon roar, it seemed to be stimulated by something. It flicked its tail violently and then looked up to the sky and groaned.

The two dragon roars merged into one.

Lin Xingtao was so shocked that his vision went black. His eyes flashed and he saw large pieces of building debris falling from above his head.

The dragon's tail swept Lin Xingtao's waist to block a piece of debris for him, and then flew into the sky with the other one.

Lin Xingtao turned off the Qi Watching Technique, because even without turning on the Qi Watching Technique at this time, he could still see two shining dragons in the night sky above his head.

The sky has darkened, and the sunset has disappeared into the silent evening mountains.

But the sky above the entire Luo Prince's Mansion was filled with light, which could not be looked at closely. It seemed that the sky light was cutting out the shapes of two dragons in the night sky.

Among the falling debris, Lin Xingtao slowly moved forward.

Perhaps the scene just now was too shocking, and he was a little dazed, but with his robes flying, he walked to King Luo in two or three steps.

Stand still. Stop.

King Luo was half sitting on the ground, lost in shock and thinking and forgetting his movements, and was being helped up by his guards.

Lin Xingtao stood in front of him, looking at him condescendingly.

King Luo gradually came back to his senses, pushed away the guards and stood up. The dust couldn't get on his gorgeous clothes, and they all slipped off.

The soft black hair of the cloak around his neck brushed his pale but excited cheeks.

He looked at Lin Xingtao and laughed loudly.

"Hahaha--"

"Hahaha——" Under the two dragons, in the ruins, Lin Xingtao also laughed with him.

"You are my ninth brother!"

He opened his arms and gave Lin Xingtao a hug with the whistling cold wind.

"God help me!"

"You and I are both Prince Dalin, how dare you be rebellious!"

"Ninth Brother——" He lowered his voice in Lin Xingtao's ear.

"I'm willing to help you Sixth Brother——"

"Do a great job!"

Lin Xingtao turned his head slightly and saw the people standing under the steps.

I saw Bu Guozi smiling in the crowd.

So he said:

"It's my wish, but I dare not invite you!"

"good!"

King Luo shouted with great enthusiasm. He took Lin Xingtao's arm, looked down at everyone below from a high place, and said loudly: "This is my ninth prince Da Lin, my ninth brother! If you don't believe it, see for yourself Of!"

As soon as the words were spoken, all the servants and guards in the palace fell to their knees, completely obeying King Luo's will.

No matter whether Lin Xingtao is the real Ninth Prince or not, in their hearts, King Luo says he is the one!

When the Taoist priests saw the two dragons slowly disappearing in the sky, they naturally had no objections.

So, in the silence of everyone present, Lin Xingtao felt the strange power coming over him.

The dragon of luck returns to itself.

The destiny of the false prince is fulfilled!

At this moment, he felt something more clearly that he couldn't feel before.

Such as the expectations of the people, such as the threats in the distance, such as the dragon veins under the feet that are like living creatures.

The traces of power coming from the dragon veins under his feet continued to nourish his body, and he took the opportunity to use the internal refining method!

He quietly clenched his fist and heard a crackling sound erupting from his body.

As long as he continues to be the Ninth Prince, his mage strength will be just around the corner!

Lin Xingtao deserves his share in this world!

The author has something to say: King Luo’s Dragon: Brother dei, why are you wearing a layer of clothes outside?

Chapter 18 Luck and Fate (15)

"Ninth brother, please go change your clothes first. I'll find you later." After saying that, King Luo left the Sheji Altar and went to the side hall for a meeting with the Taoist priests.

Lin Xingtao did not go to the side hall because his status as a prince was now more important than his status as a Taoist priest.

Besides, there are also fortune-tellers who can follow him to the side hall, so that important information will not be missed.

Two maids carried lanterns and led him inside the palace.

The palace has a complex structure and many corridors, but Lin Xingtao only thought the winter scenery was beautiful.

He walked to a palace with a plum garden.

He thought of Fortune Teller, not the Taoist name he had chosen blindly, but the poem.

At that time, he looked at the desolate snow scene outside the dilapidated Taoist temple and read this poem, imagining the scene of red plums in the snow.

However, the real beauty was more moving than he imagined. Plum blossoms really know how to smile, so beautiful and pretty.

The maid changed him into white clothes, made of soft material and embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns.

His hair, which he had tied up casually before, was also let down by the maid. Feeling the softness of the maid's delicate fingers gently running through the hair, he turned his head slightly and let the hair fall by his ears: "No need to tie it up. It’s cold, so wear a bandana.”

He suddenly thought of the time when he had said to Tony, "Would it be cool if I had a crew cut on my forehead?" and he couldn't help but laugh.

hateful! Even Tony is so missed.

Lin Xingtao told the maid who was stunned by his smile: "Go and prepare some food."

The maid hurriedly and respectfully excused herself.

He walked alone to the mirror in the temple.

The face is still the same, but after changing into clothes that fit and look good, her special temperament is undoubtedly revealed.

That may be the unconsciously superior temperament of modern people, right?

It feels a bit similar to King Luo, but it's actually different. However, others will naturally not realize the difference between modern people and ancient people. They will only think that Lin Xingtao does have an outstanding temperament, which is different from others, and he is a born noble prince.

He thought of the scene where Fang Chao hit the glass with his palm and shattered it, and he also stretched out his palm.

When he clenched his fist, his muscles and bones actually made a sound.

If he had the confidence to knock the cow unconscious before, now he has the confidence to beat the cow to death.

But he still felt a little worse. As a Taoist priest, you still have to practice Taoism. What does it look like with your fists?

He retracted his fist and began to practice Taoism in the feng shui environment of the palace.

The true energy surged smoothly, and he didn't know how long it took, but he felt the maid quietly come in and put the food on the table. He didn't know how long it took, and a familiar breath slowly approached.

He opened his eyes and saw Bu Guozi entering through the door.

Bu Guozi was stunned.

Lin Xingtao immediately smiled and said, "Am I handsome?"

Bu Guozi nodded helplessly and said, "Junior brother is as handsome as a god descending to earth."

"You're such a sweet old man - I'll just believe you, this bad old man, for once."

"Junior brother, alas, you were too reckless. Fortunately, you succeeded. It's amazing."

Seeing Bu Guozi's expression of sigh, Lin Xingtao waved his hand calmly: "Jicao, don't be six, just sit down."

Bu Guozi then sat at the table with him and ate the exquisite food. They had been hungry for a long time. They ate the fruit and stared at Lin Xingtao.

"What's up, little brother?"

Bu Guozi sighed and said, "Let's see how you eat and drink. Even in a hurry, you still have a certain demeanor."

"Junior brother, if you are not the Ninth Prince, who are you?" Bu Guozi's eyes deepened.

And judging from your attitude, these things are not very popular with you - he thought in his heart.

"Actually, I am a flying immortal from heaven. Believe it or not - what did you just talk about in the side hall?" Lin Xingtao casually fooled him.

Bu Guozi waved his hand and placed a ban to prevent others from eavesdropping, and said sternly: "The King of Luo has inquired about the land of Luoshui before you and I came, and got accurate information: the road to the west needs to be attacked in advance."

"Therefore, the city gate will be closed early, and the Taoism Conference will be advanced to tomorrow."

"King Luo is going to ask the gods for help at the meeting tomorrow. It seems that the person he invited is He Bo of Luoshui. I don't know why he wants to bring the gods into the game." ∫思∫Rabbit∫网∫

Lin Xingtao thought of the little god surrounded by golden energy in the Taoist temple, and asked, "Can gods also participate in battles?"

Bu Guozi shook his head: "No. Gods cannot directly participate in the war, but they can indirectly influence the situation and obtain their own benefits. After all, the gods all need the incense of the human world - after all, except for the natural gods, most gods need Conferred by imperial decree."

"Oh, it's like placing a bet. If you're as smart as me, you'll definitely win -"

"Rebels?"

"No, just press both ends, okay? Have you forgotten that we are -" Erwuzi.

Bu Guozi suddenly smiled.

"Should we still seize Dalin's luck as a prince as originally planned, then rebel against King Luo, and then join the rebels and ascend to the throne after being exposed?"

"It depends on the situation. It's hard to say in this battle." Bu Guozi pondered, "If King Luo is at a disadvantage, then act according to the original plan. If King Luo is at an advantage, then continue to be the Ninth Prince and wait for the opportunity."

Lin Xingtao nodded, but he was thinking about what he would do if something big changed...

At this moment, Lin Xingtao and Bu Guozi both turned to look at the door.

The restraint was triggered, and a maid stopped at the door with a plate and said respectfully: "Master Taiyu sent your servant to give you something. The master said it was to apologize for the disrespect in the palace."

That would not only be disrespectful, but it would also cost your life.

The maid approached with a plate. I saw a long sword placed on a plate wrapped in silk.

The hilt and scabbard are all black, and the scabbard is engraved with dark purple patterns.

Just now, I thought it was not possible to use my fists, but this weapon was immediately delivered to my door. It is indeed a child of luck.

Lin Xingtao pressed the hilt of the sword happily, feeling that the tentacles felt very good. When he pulled out the long sword, the sword made a sound like a dragon's roar.

He flicked his sleeves and robe, picked up his sword and walked outside the palace, looking at the sword in the moonlight.

The back bones are clearly formed into linear peaks, and the sword's green light flashes so hard that it's hard to look at it. This is a good sword that can break hair with just a blow.

"I will defeat the floating clouds, fight against the Jedi, conquer the princes and conquer the world. Junior brother, this is an imitation of the Emperor's Sword. It looks like it is still a treasure left by the previous dynasty."

Lin Xingtao had never held a sword, but when he held this sword, he naturally drew a sharp arc in the air.

Moreover, the true energy in his body surged towards the sword body involuntarily.

A ball of brilliance burst out.

He couldn't help but laugh and said: "Look out, this is a sword coming from the west, a flying fairy from the sky!"

He didn't fly, but he swung his sword.

The wind outside the hall stopped.

Then there was a big storm - not snow, but white plum blossoms.

The corners of his white and silver-patterned clothes fluttered, and he saw his black hair falling on his eyes.

He lowered his head slightly and could actually see the pearls of gemstones on his forehead flowing.

Looking again, a wide scratch was left on the ground from deep to shallow.

The bright red and white plum blossoms quietly fell all over his clothes, and one fell on the sword, instantly splitting into two.

He turned around and said to Bu Guozi, who was shocked by his successful show-off: "A swordsman in white should be like this."

Then he threw it lightly without looking at the direction of the scabbard.

With a "clang", the sword sank into the scabbard without a single mistake.

Bu Guozi had no choice but to applaud his junior brother and asked a sharp question at the same time: "Are you a Taoist priest or a swordsman?"

"I am a lone melee mage."

These days, if a mage is not reckless, why call him a mage? It's better to call him a magical girl.

Another round of applause came from the side, and Lin Xingtao turned around.

In the sky full of plum blossoms, petals automatically slid off Luo Wang's cloak. He looked appreciative, applauded and smiled: "You are worthy of being my ninth brother. Such a demeanor makes me admire you."

Everyone left, and Luo Wang led Lin Xingtao to walk in the plum garden.

There was a sharp fragrance of flowers in his breath, Luo Wang