"I hope that no matter what happens in the next few days, the Jingtao Guards will not care about what happens on the distant islands of the Jilehai Clan."

Hearing Lin Yuan's words, Wang Ce's heart suddenly became nervous.

First, Wang Ce did not expect that he would have the opportunity to talk directly with His Majesty Chan Ming's disciple on the phone.

Second, Lin Yuan said that there will be a shock in the next few days that is likely to affect Jingtao City.

The distant sea island of the Jilehai Clan is already the most remote island within the Jingtao City, and is nearly 800 nautical miles away from here.

At such a distance, how big a shock would it take to affect Jingtao City? At the same time, Wang Ce was surprised that the Sky City was able to ask the people of the Zhenling Division to help after communicating with the Zhenling Division.

Even if the Lord of Jingtao City went to the Jingtao Town Lingsi branch in person to ask for help, the Chief would not give him face.

All the Sizhangshi were directly under the command of Sichu.

You have to know that some senior Sizhangshi may not listen to everything the left and right ministers say.

One of the managers in the Lingsi branch in Jingtao Town is such a veteran.

It turns out that the Sky City is not only related to Gao Feng, the disciple of His Majesty Chan Ming, but also has a close relationship with the Zhenling Division.

It seems that there are actually two crowns standing behind the Sky City, which is currently at the center of public opinion.

It is hard not to be intimidated by such a force.

Wang Ce nodded and said.

"I will arrange for the Zhenling Guards and the Zhenling Division to coordinate defense."

"If the Sky City causes too much commotion on the distant islands, it will threaten the safety of Jingtao City."

"The Sky City will need to give an explanation to the Shocking Tide City afterwards."

Lin Yuan said very seriously after hearing this.

"Let the Zhenling Division know in advance just in case."

"Not threatening the safety of the people in Jingtao City is my bottom line."

In fact, Lin Yuan asked Hong Ci to inform Bai Yan, on the one hand, in order to have stronger strength to fight against the strong men of the sea clan.

Compete with the strong ones around An He.

On the other hand, it is also to protect the safety of Jingtao City during the storm.

After discussing cooperation with Wang Ce and handing over the resources of the Jilehai Clan.

Lin Yuan was about to leave the City Lord's Mansion and join Liu Jie, the Sky-Slaying Butterfly.

As soon as she stepped out of the room, the Bloodbath Mother asked Lin Yuan.

"Lord City Lord, now that everything is done, Qi Heng is of no use."

"I wonder what you are going to do?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan followed the Bloodbath Mother's gaze and saw Qi Heng, who was standing motionless like a bamboo pole on the training ground.

"Mother of Bloodbath, please ask Qi Heng to return to the capital to deal with the aftermath of the Paradise Sea Clan."

"Tell Qi Heng to give him the five million Brilliant Coins after he has dealt with the mess of the Jilehai Clan."

As soon as Lin Yuan finished speaking, the Bloodbath Mother appeared in front of Qi Heng.

"There is nothing for you to do here. Go back to the capital now."

"I will not take back the red crystal spider on your shoulder. I will always use it to monitor you."

"Don't try to play any tricks when you go back to clean up the mess and clear the resources."

After saying that, the Bloodbath Mother flashed back to Lin Yuan's side.

Lin Yuan and Bloodbath Mother left the City Lord's Mansion under the escort of Wang Ce.

Qi Heng, who was standing on the training ground at this time, had an extremely ugly expression on his face, but he could do nothing about the arrangement made by the Mother of Bloodbath.

I could only return to the capital in shame.

Qi Heng felt quite regretful that he could not witness with his own eyes the conflict between Sky City and Anhe, the disciple of His Majesty Changdeng.

If you dare to clash with His Majesty's disciples, who will die if not you?!

…

In the evening when the clouds are rolling, the setting sun gives the clouds a faint blood color.

At this moment, there were seven faint beams of light shining among the clouds.

Tracing the light source, I saw seven faint lights coming from an extremely luxurious spiritual vehicle.

This spiritual vehicle created the appearance of a temple.

There are many different appearances of spirit vehicles, and temple-style ones are rare but not nonexistent.

However, what is quite strange is that the carriage is pulled by seven lanterns emitting light beams in front of the carriage.

If you look closely at the lanterns, you can find thousands of fireflies in each lantern.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Apparently, each of the seven lamps contains thousands of spiritual creatures similar to fireflies.

A spiritual vehicle pulled by lanterns was speeding in the sky. Inside the vehicle, a young man with semi-long hair was playing with a ball of colorful light.

The young man's eyes were like those of a falcon, but a teardrop mole under his right eye made his sharp eyes look a lot softer.

There were two middle-aged men sitting next to the young man.

In addition to the two middle-aged men, there was also an old man standing behind the young man.

The old man's eyes were half closed, but his aura tightly enveloped the young man.

Although the old man did not sit in the spiritual vehicle like the two middle-aged men, the two middle-aged men were extremely respectful to the old man.

One of the middle-aged men looked at the young man playing with the colorful light ball and spoke with a smile.

"Young Master, His Majesty Zhu Jun's disciple Gu Lang fought with you this time, but he didn't last ten minutes under your hands."

"I'm sure that in the Radiant Envoy selection in two years, I will be able to compete for a top three spot."

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, the young man who was playing with the colorful light ball had already glared at the middle-aged man who was speaking.

The young man flipped his hand and put the colorful light ball in his hand into the lantern-shaped bracelet on his wrist, and said in a rather unfriendly tone.

"Uncle Cheng, I've told you many times not to call me Little Landlord."

"Senior Brother is the best candidate for the Young Master. Calling me Young Master is tantamount to disrespecting Senior Brother."

"In this fight between Gu Lang and I, Gu Lang did not use his full strength. He only used the Ancient Squid, the main fighting spirit."

"I didn't use the wild blood spiritual objects and holy source objects at all."

"Gu Lang's Wild Bloodline Spirit is stronger than Gu Lang's main battle spirit, the Ancient Squid."

"Gu Lang's real strength lies in the explosive power displayed by his Holy Source Item after he opened it and assisted his Wild Bloodline Spirit Item."

"He didn't use his true strength at all. There's nothing to be happy about if I beat him."

The middle-aged man called Uncle Cheng smiled awkwardly when he heard the young man's words, feeling a little helpless.

Why can't I remember to call An He "Mr. He"?

Because of calling him "Little OP", An He corrected him at least twenty or thirty times.

With my memory like this, it’s no wonder that An He doesn’t like me.

But why can't I learn from my mistakes?

Is there anyone who can teach me how to think before I speak?

Another middle-aged man looked at the scenery outside the spiritual vehicle, looked at the time, and said to An He.

"Master He, we will reach Jingtao City in a few hours."

(End of this chapter)