Duanmu Heyong didn't know when he was stared at, and asked Yi Wurong, "Who is that?"

"The priest of the White Tiger Temple. From the Land of Flames. Yi Wurong glanced in the direction of the Xuanwu Palace, and secretly wondered, today should be the most anxious people from Nandao, it's almost time, why haven't you seen anyone yet?

Lian Zhiming slowly turned around at this time, facing the two of them sideways, and pointed stiffly at the door of the main hall with his right hand.

Yi Wurong understood what he meant, "Heyong, let's go in too." Isn't it okay if you don't use water?"

This is the rule, after entering the main hall of the shrine, you cannot use the ability of each clan to control the elements, this is to show respect for the servants of the gods. Duanmu Kazuyong was a little embarrassed, but quickly replied, "I'll just pull Uncle Yi's sleeve a little, and I'll trouble you." ”

Subsequently, the three men also entered the main hall of the shrine. Almost before the time specified in the order of the audience, another man came in from outside the main hall. He was a foot above the ground, and he rode against the wind. This person was stopped by the guards at the entrance of the palace, it was none other than Nie Xing, who was sent to the imperial city by the old island owner Nie Yuanhang a few days ago.

Nie Xing only entered the Xuanwu Hall last night. His sister, Nie Yue, the priest of the Xuanwu Temple, was praying for the war retreat in the South Island, and it was still ten days before she could come out, so Nie Xing's identity could not be confirmed. Fortunately, among the people who came from Nandao, there were still people who knew the young island owner, and Nie Xing showed the power of the wind in front of everyone again, and then he passed the test.

The Imperial City and the Divine Palace are scenes that everyone of every race has dreamed of. But Nie Xing was not happy because he had arrived at this place. His mind was still on the difficult war with foreign tribes in the South Island, and the scene of Nie Yuanhang vomiting blood when he sent him here was still vivid, how could he not be in a hurry?

On the way of the Wind Vortex towards the Imperial City, Nie Xing has been constantly trying to change direction with his control of the wind, but has not succeeded. It is said that he is the strongest person in the South Island in recent years, but he can't even change the direction of the wind, and when he thinks of this, Nie Xing is even more angry with himself, so much so that he even forgot to take the medicine. So when he arrived at the Imperial City, his face was sallow, and it was no wonder that the people of the Xuanwu Palace took a lot of effort to recognize him.

"Are you...... The elder brother of the Moon Priest?" Yi Wurong was standing closest to the door, and when he saw a young man floating over, he naturally guessed his identity.

Nie Xing looked at the person in front of him with blue eyes, long cyan hair, and a robe embroidered with dragon patterns, and quickly judged in his heart, "Yes." I am Nie Xing, the young master of Nandao. Are you Yi Wurong, Yi Priest?"

Yi Wurong turned around, "Priest of the Divine Palace, the young master of the South Island has arrived." With that, he walked back to Duanmu and Yong. Since he was in the Divine Palace, of course, he was going to be the priest of the Divine Palace, and Lian Zhiming, who was going to be a priest of the Divine Palace, dealt with a matter of qiē, but just now he just helped because he was standing close and Lian Zhiming was a little slow to act.

Even Zhiming kept making the sound of metal colliding when he walked, he moved to the door of the temple, pinched the thumb of his right hand and the other four fingers, and then one more, the spears in the hands of the guards were staggered from the original state, blocking in front of Nie Xing's body, and suddenly flew in the opposite direction of their respective spear heads as if they were pulled by some force.