The king will never go to court

Chapter 315 Building a Defense Formation
Above the sky, in the boundless void, in a broken nebula, the childish face manifested by the way of heaven was pale, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

And the two people standing opposite him were also extremely embarrassed.

The beautiful face of the woman in the white dress was also pale, and the man in the black brocade robe beside her was nervously watching the child not far away.

"Miss, are you alright?"

"It's okay." The woman in the white skirt stabilized her figure, took a elixir from the void ring she carried with her, and took it, and a trace of blood returned to her pale face.

"I didn't expect the power of heaven in this universe to be so strong. How is Poyun Continent preparing?"

"Miss, don't worry, the boundary-breaking magic circle at Yuntianzong will be built soon. Then they will help us go down and search for it."

After recovering some strength, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the woman in the white skirt, and she looked at the childish figure in front of the cosmic barrier.

"I'm staring at Heaven here, and you go and stare there yourself, and you must find the real dragon."

After the middle-aged man bowed and saluted, he asked worriedly. "Miss, can you be alone? Do you want to send a message to the family?"

"No, it depends on whether I can return to the family. If the family learns that there is a real dragon in this nebula, then I can still get the chance to return to the family?"

There was a touch of determination in the tone of the woman in the white skirt, and she endured the disordered breath in her body, and continued to speak. "I'm here to hold back the Heavenly Dao. Once you succeed, come and join me quickly."

"Okay, I'll go right away." The middle-aged man turned around and disappeared into the nebula, heading towards Poyun Continent far away.

Towering stone steps were built one after another, and the disciples of Tianji Pavilion drew complicated runes on the stone walls according to the drawings in their hands.

The village not far from the stone steps was crowded with people, all of whom had migrated from other places in the dynasty.

At this time, the sobbing of a woman could be heard from time to time in the linen tent in the civilian area.Several warriors were casually wearing their belts, with obscene language in their mouths.

"Didn't you just come out to do it? How dare you go against the wishes of the uncle! I came here to give you the greatest face."

"Please, let me go, please." The voice of the woman crying and pleading came from the tent again.

It was also mixed with the man's obscene laughter.

"Xiao Liu, hurry up. I have to go to the Dongwu area to patrol in a while." The burly warrior who put on his belt turned around and spit thick phlegm on the ground, and shouted comfortably. "I heard that he's still an upright young man in a brothel. It's really nice."

More than a dozen warriors around laughed heartily. They are a joint team responsible for patrolling the foundations of the protective formation, composed of children from major families.

They didn't know why they built such a towering stone steps near Tianlong City, and they even used the disciples of Tianji Pavilion.

But since the construction began, they have been busy day and night, and many of them have not returned to their families for more than ten days.

Just when several people were laughing, several warriors came out from the tent beside them, their faces flushed.

"Brother Liu, there are other places like this, right? We'll have to try it out then." One of the rough men who had just stepped out of the tent said with a smirk while wearing a belt.

"Don't worry, as long as you follow me, this kind of good thing will not miss you."

The middle-aged man standing at the front of the crowd laughed loudly.

A gust of wind blew across this civilian area, and on the gravel path in the distance, a young man in a light blue robe looked displeased, covered his nose with a handkerchief, and said coldly. "Hurry up, we just received the order, and we can go to Dongwu District to inspect as soon as we need it."

From the inside to the outside of Tianlong City, the area where the formation is built is divided into ten areas: A, B, C, D, E, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren, and Gui.

Everyone looked at the young man in the blue robe on the gravel squad, and was about to get angry, but when they saw the young man's appearance, their faces immediately filled with smiles.

The leading warrior hurriedly led the crowd towards the blue-robed youth, and bowed before him. "I've met Mr. Yan."

The young man in the blue robe is a collateral descendant of the Yan family, the head of the royal family, named Yan Qing.He is also the leader of this team of warriors.

Afterwards, under the guidance of Yan Qing, everyone rushed towards Dongwu District.

There was only a bag of broken silver left beside the gravel path, which was enough for the women who had migrated from other cities to buy some food.

It wasn't until the figures of Yan Qing and others completely disappeared at the end of the simple houses and streets in the distance that a girl bleeding from the corner of her mouth in a messy skirt struggled out of the tent, picked up a bag of broken silver on the gravel path, and walked towards the temporary Go to the small market.

They all came from a remote town far away from Tianlong City. After learning that the big families in the city had migrated to Tianlong City, they had no choice but to follow the team.

As a result, they were given to patrol disciples here by those big families, in exchange for the opportunity to go to District D.

Since coming here, they have endured this kind of life for more than ten days.

Not only patrolling warriors, but also local ruffians nearby.

Two days later, a beautifully dressed girl in a plain skirt walked out of the sackcloth tent area with a food box in her hand, heading towards the towering stone steps not far away.

In the past few days, she would send some food every day to those Tianji Pavilion disciples who built stone steps and high platforms.

Every time she endured the ravages of Yunyu, she learned from the conversations of those warriors that the high platform they saw was the cornerstone of a protective formation.

It is also heard that this formation is to protect those dignitaries in Tianlong City.

"Xiao Li, thank you."

A Tianji Pavilion disciple wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and looked softly at the girl in the skirt who brought them food.

"Brother Shaoyang, as long as you don't dislike us." The girl in a skirt named Xiao Li frowned slightly and said softly. "You've worked too hard, I don't know when you'll be done."

Wang Shaoyang is a low-level disciple of the Tianji Pavilion. After knowing what happened to Xiaoli and the others, he and several Tianji Pavilion disciples also warned the other party several times, but the other party was a collateral descendant of the Yan family, so they could only let it go.

However, it is still a little restrained.

Xiao Li handed Wang Shaoyang a bowl of meat soup in his hand, with a soft look in his eyes, he said softly. "Brother Shaoyang, I made this myself, try it."

"Thank you, Xiao Li." Wang Shaoyang put away the rune drawings in his hands, took the small white porcelain bowl that Xiao Li handed over, picked up the spoon, and started to eat slowly.

Xiao Li looked curiously at the tall stone steps not far behind him, which towered straight into the sky and were more than ten feet high.

However, soon Xiao Li's eyes froze in one place, and the white jade hand holding the scarf trembled a little.

"What's the matter, Xiao Li?" Wang Shaoyang, who was drinking meat soup, noticed Xiao Li's strangeness and asked in a low voice.

There was no response, but the expression on Xiao Li's face became more and more tense.

Following Xiao Li's gaze, Young Master Wang turned his head to look, and saw a group of people flying towards them, one of them was Yan Qing, but they followed the outer side.

"Yan family?" Wang Shaoyang put down the spoon in his hand, patted Xiao Li's shoulder lightly, and said softly. "Xiao Li, don't worry, I will protect you."

He stepped forward, blocked Xiao Li, and continued to drink the meat soup.

At this moment, Wang Shaoyang could clearly feel that Xiao Li's fingers were tightly grasping his sleeve robe, for fear that Yan Qing and others would arrest her into the tent again.

Not far away, Yan Qing was standing beside a dozen or so young people with a flattering face, and kept saying something.

Wang Shaoyang looked carefully, and could only tell from the gorgeous brocade robes worn by the dozen or so young people that the other party should be some direct descendants of the Yan family.

(End of this chapter)