Looking at Ning Jingjing, Sikong Jing said again: "Secondly, I want to hone the Sixth and Sixth Legion so that I can have a reliable backer during my operation in War Soul Dynasty, who can pass on messages to me and so on."
"And what I want is not that the Sixty-sixth Army will have much influence on the War Soul Dynasty. That is just seeking death."
"So the Soul-Lost Path, which can be advanced or retreated, is our best foothold."
Sikong Jing had two goals for this operation. One was to obtain the life-saving medicine for Beigong Pioneer.
The other one is in the War Soul Dynasty, trying to find a way to kill Mo Ci.
Therefore, the destination of his trip must be the Battle Soul Imperial Capital, but he cannot lead the Sixth and Sixth Army there openly, otherwise his whereabouts will be exposed immediately, so his foothold is very important.
From the very beginning, he had had such a plan when he asked the people of the Sixth and Sixth Army to call him their boss.
I didn't expect that I would find a very good identity just after I came out of the Soul Chuan Mountain Range.
Hearing this, Ning Jingjing nodded quietly and asked, "Then we are going to summon the Sixth and Sixth Army now to attack the Falling Soul Road?"
Shaking his head, Sikong Jing pointed to the bustling street below and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Huanteng Villa in Wanghun State is gathering martial arts warriors to surround and suppress the soul thief. We can't take action yet."
"No matter what the opponent is, you must know yourself and the enemy first. Now let's join the encirclement and suppression team first."
The reason why Wuwang City is so lively is because Huanteng Villa issued an order to summon people from all walks of life.
Sikong Jing had already heard people discussing this matter in the restaurant.
It is precisely because the official people of the War Spirit Dynasty have been unsuccessful in encircling and suppressing the people that the Huanteng Villa took action this time.
As for the so-called Huanteng Villa, Sikong Jing already knew from the information received from the surrounding area that it was the largest martial arts sect in Wanghun Prefecture and its reputation was extremely high.
Naturally, Ning Jingjing also understood what Sikong Jing meant. She wanted to join the encirclement and suppression team first and see how powerful the Soul-Destroying Thief was.
Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win, and only then can you win without any sacrifice.
At this time, Sikong Jing said again: "Send a message bird to inform the Sixty-sixth Legion, temporarily led by Lian Guang, with Xia Dielian and Sui Yu as staff assistants, stationed in the Soul Chuan Mountains a hundred kilometers away from Luohun Road, ready to receive orders at any time
My order."
Ning Jingjing's eyes flashed, and she immediately sent out a message bird notification.
After they were done, the two of them drank and ate quietly on the Yingyue Tower, with more and more people around them.
Suddenly "dong dong dong" footsteps sounded on the stairs, and a group of blue-armored warriors strode up. The leader was a noble young man in white clothes holding a folding fan, and behind him was a middle-aged commoner.
The young man in white had a smile on his face, while the middle-aged man in commoner had a cold face and glanced at the people in the restaurant.
In vain, the young man in white pointed the folding fan in his hand, pointed at the position of Sikong Jing and Ning Jingjing, and said with a faint smile: "Uncle Lu, clear that couple away. I always like to sit in that position."
His voice was like a cloud, as if he didn't care about the people around him.
There were people from all walks of life around, their eyes also fell on Sikong Jing and the two of them, and they all looked like they were watching a good show.
The middle-aged commoner known as Uncle Lu nodded clearly and strode towards Sikong Jing. Then with a bang, he took out a bright crystal and said, "You two, find another place."
Sikong Jing glanced at Ning Jingjing and smiled helplessly.
It's really unlucky that you can get into trouble even at any random spot in a restaurant.
Sikong Jing narrowed his eyes, looked around and replied: "It seems there is no other place."
It was now dinner time in the evening, and people from all walks of life were gathering, so the huge Yingyue Building was already full of people.
And this sentence made the people around him show contempt for Sikong Jing. It seemed that this man was ready to give up his position. They were all fighting and killing people, how could they be so cowardly.
If it were them, it would be fine if they wanted a position, and we would wait until we fight.
The commoner middle-aged man raised the corner of his mouth and sneered repeatedly: "Then get out of Yingyue Tower and make room for our young master."
He didn't take Sikong Jing seriously at all, as if making room for them was a matter of course.
Sikong Jing shrugged, then smiled and said: "Okay... but one piece of Ming Wang Jing is a bit missing. Judging from your young master's appearance, he must be from a wealthy family. Let's raise the price a little more."
As soon as these words came out, the people around him were stunned, and some almost laughed out loud.
This mediocre man actually bargained. Did he think this was a vegetable market? From the first glance, he had no experience in the business world. Did he think he could save face by asking for more money?
To these Jianghu people, money is nothing, face is all earned.
Obviously, the middle-aged commoner was also stunned by Sikong Jing's words, and asked with contempt: "Then how much do you want?"
Sikong Jing held out five fingers, and the commoner middle-aged man asked again: "Five pieces of Ming Wang Jing?"
"No, Wuzhishan." Sikong Jing shook his head slightly, and threw out his five fingers in vain, hitting the middle-aged man on the face with a loud crack, and the crisp sound resounded throughout Yingyue Tower.
The middle-aged man's laughter froze and he was stunned.
"Qiang..."
The next moment, the blue-armored warrior behind the young man in white rushed over with a roar, drew his weapon and pointed it at Sikong Jing.
The scene suddenly became heated.
The people around him were also dumbfounded. This man actually pretended to retreat. The person who just laughed at him felt a little pain in his face.
At this time, the middle-aged man Buyi also reacted, and his whole body of energy exploded around him.
With a clanging sound, he drew out the sword from his waist and slashed Sikong Jing straight at him. He said angrily: "I'll kill you."
His true energy exploded wildly, and he was at the peak of the Xuantian realm, the Xuanhai realm, and the sword light was terrifying.
However, Sikong Jing didn't move. He didn't know whether he was disdainful or unable to react, or he was too frightened.
But Ning Jingjing, who was opposite him, moved and violently threw the wine glass in her hand, hitting the sword of the middle-aged man Bu Yi hard. The zhenqi was suddenly shattered, and the middle-aged man Bu Yi took several steps back.
Everything ended in a flash of lightning, Ning Jingjing said with a cold face: "Get out!"
As soon as the word "Go" came out, the room in Yingyue Tower suddenly became quiet.
Everyone around stared at Ning Jingjing in amazement, and someone whispered: "She is also at the peak of the Xuanhai realm, such a powerful martial arts genius."
The realm that Ning Jingjing demonstrated just now was clearly the pinnacle of the Xuanhai realm.
And she doesn't look very old, so she can be called a genius at such a level.
You know, before Sikong Jing became the chief of the Changye Sacred Dragon Palace, Qin Lao, the chief, had not yet reached the Xuanhai realm.
The situation of the War Soul Dynasty is similar to that of the Long Night Empire, but this is just a state of the War Soul Dynasty.
The sudden appearance of such a powerful Xuanhai Realm genius naturally shocked people, but the middle-aged Buyi didn't think so. He went crazy and roared in a cold voice: "Come here, come with me and kill this couple.
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"Uncle Lu, wait a minute."
Just at this moment, a clear and faint voice sounded, and it came from the noble young man in white.
In other words, the middle-aged master in civilian clothes.