Nan Haiming's eyes froze, staring at the young man.

The young man exuded a wild aura, and rushed towards Nan Haiming like a sudden madness. Nan Haiming frowned, kicked out, "clicked", kicked the young man's calf bone, and slapped him again, fanning him away, falling three feet away, and falling to the ground.

The old man of the Li people pinched the seal in his hand, and made a strange sound in his mouth, as if it was an ancient sacrificial language, which was very peculiar. Those little paper figures seemed to understand the old man's words, and swayed towards Nanhaiming.

At the same time, the young man who fell to the ground actually got up, his leg took on a strange shape, obviously broken, but he smiled strangely, did not feel the slightest pain, and dragged his leg to Nan Haiming again wildly.

Little paper man!

There is something wrong with these little paper figures, and they must not be allowed to get close, otherwise he will become like a young man, muddy, and commanded by the old man.

These little paper figures can swim in water, indicating that they are not afraid of water.

After all, they are still paper, and if they are not afraid of water, they must be afraid of fire!

Nan Haiming urged Tiangang Haoran Gong to gather the scorching power on the palm of his hand, and in an instant, the red on his palm was like a red-hot soldering iron, and a trickle of heat came out.

"Huhuhu......"

Shot like electricity, Nan Haiming quickly slapped the paper figures with his palm, and sure enough, the paper figures ignited when they caught fire, turned into ashes and scattered between the heavens and the earth, and in the blink of an eye, those paper figures were all burned to ashes.

It's just the scene of the paper man on fire, but Nan Hai Ming remembers it vividly, those paper people struggle and bend in pain in the fire, and they actually make a strange cry of "呑呑", which is very miserable, which makes Nan Haiming have an illusion that he is not burning paper people, but real people.

Couldn't these paper figures be alive?

As soon as he thought of this, Nan Haiming felt creepy, there are really all kinds of strange things in the world, and witchcraft is really weird!

The eyes of the old man of Li Ren burst out with a terrifying cold light, and he took out a few pieces of yellow table paper from his arms, and then folded them quickly, or into paper people, or into paper butterflies, or into swords, guns, swords, and halberds.

These things jumped out of the old man's hands, as if they were alive, and rushed towards Nan Haiming frantically.

Some of the paper figures ran into the distance, and after a while, several figures appeared, these people had dull expressions, their eyes were straight, and their bodies were filled with a terrifying aura, and they were all first-class good hands.

These people are obviously controlled by the old man with paper figures!

Nan Haiming's pupils shrank sharply, and he suddenly thought that there were many such little paper people in front of Ling Lanqin, so would the little paper people control Ling Lanqin?

The answer is obvious!

Conspiracy!

Nan Haiming smelled a strong conspiracy from it, what are the Li people going to do?

Could it be that they are going to launch a mutiny?

The more Nan Haiming thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, the purpose of these Li people was the ninth princess Ling Lanqin, if it was usual, guarded by an iron guard, Ling Lanqin would be foolproof, but the Li people had this weird paper man witchcraft, then it might be.

Nan Haiming took out the note in the stamen and looked at it, and was suddenly shocked again, the note was written with the words "Ling Jiu'er", needless to say, this must be Ling Lanqin's pseudonym. Although she disdained to put the lanterns on the surface, she secretly ran out to put the lanterns behind her back, but by chance, the lanterns were picked up by him.

If Ling Lanqin was in the post house and there were three thousand iron guards to protect her, and she ran out, things would be bad!

"It's not appropriate to entangle with this old man, it's important to save the Ninth Prince!"

Thinking about all this, Nan Haiming patted the cloud bag on his waist, and the cloud boat flew out, and he didn't see how he moved, so he jumped onto the cloud boat, and the cloud boat carried him away and went straight to the post house.

The Ming people of the South China Sea looked down in mid-air, and sure enough, the fire in Tianbo City rose to the sky, and the place where the fire broke out was the location of the post station.

Nan Haiming was anxious, and rushed to the post house with a cloud boat.

At this time, the post house was already in chaos, and the three thousand iron guards had dull expressions and stiff faces, and when they saw Nanhaiming, they rushed like crazy like a beast seeing their prey.

Nan Haiming frowned, let out a long howl, and walked on the sound waves, avoiding these iron guards, looking for the figure of the ninth princess Ling Lanqin in the crowd.

"Agu Gu ......"

Suddenly, there was a strange sound behind him, and Nan Haiming looked back, and was suddenly startled again.

There are many masters among the three thousand iron guards, although these people are controlled, but the cultivation has not been lost, some are holding flat boats, some are stepping on the waves, and some are raising fire clouds under their feet, full of tricks, chasing Nanhai Ming.

Nan Haiming dragged a long tail behind him, if he was caught up by these people, he probably didn't know how to die!

The situation was critical, Nanhai Ming slapped the cloud bag, the cloud boat flew out, he set up the cloud boat and rushed straight into the sky, and the sea of clouds submerged his figure. Those people behind him also rushed into the sea of clouds, but when they looked at it, the sea of clouds was vast, and there was no figure of Nan Haiming.

Nan Haiming successfully shook off the followers behind him, hesitated slightly, and set up the cloud boat and headed towards the City Lord's Mansion.

Sure enough, on the way to the City Lord's Mansion, he finally found Ling Lanqin, Ling Lanqin's eyes were dull, led by a bunch of paper people and paper butterflies, and slowly walked towards the City Lord's Mansion.

Nanhai Ming was overjoyed, lowered the cloud boat, and shouted: "Ninth princess......"

As soon as those paper people and paper butterflies saw Nan Haiming, they rushed over like a grizzly bear seeing honey.

Nan Haiming snorted coldly, running Tiangang Haoran Gong, his palms were red, and he burned those paper people and paper butterflies one by one.

The paper men and paper butterflies let out terrible screams and struggled to turn to ashes.

Nan Hai Ming didn't care about anything else, and was about to pull Ling Lanqin, but he didn't want Ling Lanqin to have an extra knife in his hand, so he stabbed Nan Haiming coldly.

Nan Haiming was unprepared, and the moment he felt the cold light, he leaned around, and the short knife "poofed" and directly sank into Nan Haiming's left shoulder.

Nan Haiming gasped in pain, his body flipped, and Ling Lanqin was restrained, and sure enough, there was a small paper figure on the back of Ling Lanqin's head. Nan Haiming was about to remove the little paper figure when a voice suddenly sounded.

"You take off the little paper figure, and the Ninth Princess will be wiped out!"

Nan Haiming was startled, hurriedly stopped, and looked fixedly, but saw a silver-armored young man walking out of the alley, and this silver-armored young man was Fu Chao, the leader of the younger generation of Tianbo Gongfu.

"Fu Chao, is that you?"

Nan Haiming had a bad premonition in his heart, this Fu Chao was the only son of Fu Yuanxi, the city lord of Tianbo City, if Fu Chao was reversed, then Fu Yuanxi, the city lord of Tianbo City, would definitely be reversed.

The seriousness of the matter was beyond Nan Haiming's imagination, he looked at Fu Chao coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Fu Chao, you actually dare to rebel?"

"Anyone but you saw me reversed?"

Fu Chao's eyes were cold and riotous, and he said with a sneer: "I just need to kill you, and then I will say that you, a foreign boy, have kidnapped the princess and been corrected by me, I don't think anyone will doubt me!"

"You mean!"

Nanhai gritted his teeth angrily and sneered: "But just because you want to kill me, I'm afraid it's not qualified enough, right?"

A flash of anger flashed in Fu Chao's eyes, and then he quickly calmed down, and he said coldly: "Yes, I can't beat you alone, but what about General Qin Yunqin?"

"Qin Yun?"

Nan Haiming's eyes froze, and he felt the killing intent behind him, but it was Qin Yun who suddenly appeared and cut off Nan Haiming's way.