"Old Wang, are you really willing to let Zhao Haihuang take control of the power?"
Deep in the Forbidden Palace, under the green bricks and tiles, the Dragon King gently lifted the curtains and looked at the brightly lit streets outside. "The formation is really large, at least tens of thousands of people."
boom!
Zhao Xuejiang's eyes were bloodshot and he slammed the table angrily: "Although Zhao Haihuang and I are brothers, what he did is to discredit the ancestors of the Zhao family!"
Mr. Wang asked calmly: "General Xue, now your Zhao family is quite famous in Great Xia. With one grand master and one number two, it is no exaggeration to call them the number one family in Great Xia."
Zhao Xue was furious. He heard the implication of Wang Lao's words and said bitterly: "Where is the Zhao family? If Zhao Haihuang can stabilize the situation in the country, I can still maintain a trace of compatriotism with him, but if He caused the crisis in Daxia, I wish I could cut off my robe and end my righteousness!"
Mr. Wang smiled softly and understood.
"Wait a minute." Mr. Wang looked at the Dragon King's back: "Now is the time for global reconnection, and the outbreak of unrest is not good for the entire country."
"You can really keep your composure."
The Dragon King laughed, his eyes suddenly darkened.
"But if you dare to lead troops into the capital, do you really think that our Dragon King Palace does not exist?"
The three great masters all trembled.
They all know how terrifying this Dragon King, who appears gentle but actually controls the most terrifying humanoid weapons in the country, is.
In the last century, after helping neighboring countries win the war in the Free State, Daxia started the special forces plan.
From among millions of troops, only fifty people are selected each year to enter the newly created Dragon King Palace, and then these fifty people have to go through many tests before they can officially join.
Over the past few decades, every warrior king in the Dragon King Palace has become an absolute cutting-edge humanoid weapon, possessing the single-handed force that can kill an armed force alone!
"Don't!" Mr. Wang held down the Dragon King and said in a deep voice: "Listen to me, don't let civil strife break out during this critical period!"
Mr. Wang's tone was extremely firm.
After the Dragon King was silent for a long time, he released his finger.
"Okay, I promise you."
Mr. Wang breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and sat back in his chair, but his face was still full of uneasiness and sadness.
"well!"
Mr. Wang sighed.
"What's wrong?"
"I originally promised Qin Jue to be his strongest backing. Now Qin Jue has opened up the situation in Jiangcheng, but I, the old man, have held him back..."
Mr. Wang looked sad and took a deep breath of the special cigarette. He murmured in the smoke: "I hope Qin Jue can endure the aggrieved moment. If he finds out that Zhao Haihuang has replaced me, with his character, I'm afraid ..."
Mr. Wang remembered his first meeting with Qin Jue at Jiangcheng Hospital.
That was the young man who showed murderous intent towards him without any hesitation when they met for the first time.
Mr. Wang told the truth at that time, standing in front of Qin Jue who had such murderous intent, even though it was calm on the outside, he was really scared in his heart.
Qin Jue's killing intent at that time was not scary.
That is a ruthless person who really dares to use the knife on himself.
"Okay, you don't have to worry about this!"
Suddenly, the thigh covered by a ferocious black dragon stepped out of the shadows, and Qin Jun's resolute face was slowly revealed.
"My son, I will take care of him."
"A little impatience can ruin a big plan, and my son naturally understands that!"
"But Wang Bu, I also hope you understand that if Zhao Haihuang's mischief puts Daxia into crisis, it will be useless no matter how you make up for it afterwards!"
Qin Jun walked out of the Forbidden Palace carrying a black dragon on his shoulders.
Mr. Wang's eyes became even more sad.
"Qin Jun is right." The Dragon King said calmly: "I can understand that you gave up the throne to Zhao Haihuang for the sake of national stability, but Qin Jue did not negotiate too much with Zhao Haihuang, and Zhao Haihuang did not know many important details. You are gambling on Zhao Haihuang’s ability with a hard-won situation.”
The three great masters all expressed approval.
Mr. Wang smoked a cigarette and fell into silence. In the darkness, his old eyes gradually became as deep as the sea.
...
at the same time.
India, under the Ganges River.
Qin Jue and Ryan were still frantically gathering the wool of the Shiva statue.
I have to say that Shiva’s devious aura is absolutely terrifying to the point of explosion!
Otherwise, it would not be just a stone statue that would have allowed Qin Jue to continuously evolve.
The bull-headed horse face has reached its fifth level peak!
The soul seducer has also reached the peak of level five!
Just now, Zhong Kui in red had also broken through to the fourth level of divine marks. His crystal-like sword blade had made a qualitative leap, and he could already produce a faint sword light with one strike!
Qin Jue held a level four red sword in his hand and slashed at a huge boulder on the river bank from a distance of ten meters.
The wind and waves surged wildly, and a scarlet sword light appeared at the end of the sword, which struck the surface of the boulder like a wind wave.
Boom!
The nearly one-meter boulder was actually chopped into pieces on the spot, with rubble flying all over the sky. The terrifying lethality made Ryan on the side stunned again.
"Fake...is this the light of a sword?"
Ryan was thoroughly excited.
The sword light that I had only seen in Western mythology books actually appeared in reality like magic. How could this not make Ryan extremely excited, breathing rapidly, and his eyes red.
Plop!
Ryan threw himself in front of Qin Jue, wishing he could kneel down to Qin Jue on the spot, and begged: "Good brother, please teach me, I also want to have the sword light. Really, if I have the sword light, I will definitely be better than the West." All the ancient swordsmen in history must be powerful!"
In the West, swords are inseparable, and Ryan dreams of becoming the kind of god-level swordsman who can cut off an entire orc city with one sword.
"When your Purple Flower evolves to level five, or up to level six, it can also release sword light."
After hearing these words, Ryan was so happy that he jumped into the Ganges River as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and he was so crazy that he picked up the wool of the Shiva stone statue.
After a whole night of ding ding dong dong.
Ryan crawled ashore dragging a black eye.
But the corners of his mouth were filled with a satisfied smile.
"Hahaha, it's level four, it's already level four..."
Ryan was lying on the lawn by the river, his eyes bent like the waning moon, and his smiling mouth could not close for a second.
From yesterday to today, he has jumped from a second-level divine pattern master to a fourth-level divine pattern master. This kind of training, which is almost cheating, makes Ryan feel extremely happy from his toes to his hair.
"Try the power of level four!"
Ryan eagerly pulled out the scarlet sword.
The blade of the sword, which was originally just a conventional weapon, now has a huge change in appearance.
When the power is exerted, the extremely dense gray mist envelops the entire scarlet sword.
Ryan imagined that he could stab the sword with a sword.
But after slashing hard, the scarlet sword only pierced the boulder and did not emit sword light.
This made Ryan a little discouraged.
"Keep cutting, you'll be much stronger than at the beginning." Qin Jue sat cross-legged on the spot, quietly familiarizing himself with the rapid increase in strength, and said softly: "Also, take the time to familiarize yourself with your new body and strength, don't just focus on falling down. Just sleep and do it when you wake up.”
