Countless guests looked at the handsome young man passing in front of them and couldn't help but feel in a trance, as if they had a virtual feeling of unreality.
True beauty does not distinguish between race, gender and age. God seemed to have given the best to this young man, making them feel like a puddle of mud thrown out by Nuwa.
"You're really good-looking. Orthodox spokesmen are now all following the good-looking route. Hallyu culture has invaded a lot." Zhou Chen muttered quietly to the crowd watching the ceremony, feeling a little weird.
Although he thought that he was also very handsome and had a superb temperament, he really had to admit that compared to the young man who walked in front of him, he was a complete loser.
This gap is like the boy's appearance and temperament are comparable to the noble and handsome Elf King Thranduil in the movie "The Hobbit", but he is just a slightly more handsome dwarf soldier. Damn, it's really sad.
"Of course, Brother Yao, it doesn't mean that you are not good-looking, but you have to understand that there is a mountain as high as a mountain!" Zhou Chenshun explained to Si Yao.
He felt that if Si Yao entered the world of the Hobbit, he could still strive to become the Elf King, uh, an ordinary woodland elf soldier under his command. As for going further up? Don’t even think about it!
"If you can't speak, just shut up!"
Si Yao, who was hit twice in one day, was a little bit crazy, and he yelled and scolded regardless of his usual demeanor.
Zhou Chen curled his lips and said nothing, but felt secretly happy in his heart, finally seeing the deflated look of this sultry man who thought highly of himself.
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"Congratulations, Zhenjun!"
The ceremonial officer in red clothes and futou took the lead in singing the promise loudly among the crowd in ancient costumes.
"Congratulations, Zhenjun!"
Everyone watching the ceremony bent down to meet Li Longyuan who was about to enter the middle door, bowed respectfully, and celebrated loudly. For a while, the sound was like a tide, and the momentum was overwhelming.
The Zhumen of the Zongsheng Palace were slowly closed immediately, cutting off the sight of everyone outside the hall. Next came the ancestral temple to worship the ancestors. Foreigners were not allowed to make noise, watch, or enter without permission.
"What, is this the end?"
Zhou Chen was a little confused. Shouldn't the succession ceremony of the true king be such a grand and grand occasion? Why did I just glance at this shocking glance and say nothing more?
"It's not that the ceremony is over, it's that we only deserve to see this." Si Yao sneered, with disdain in his eyes.
The elders of the clan are really feudal and pedantic old die-hards. Not only have they regarded their three surnames as retainers for generations, but they also do not forget to maintain the mystery of ancestor worship in the ancestral temple and clearly draw the boundaries between the clan and branch families in order to maintain own absolute authority.
But they should not forget that the outside world has already entered a new era, and the feudal monarchy of two thousand years has been overthrown for a hundred years. It is simply a fool's errand to still use this set of loyal thoughts to restrain the young mixed-race people of the three families.
I want to see how much confidence your chosen successor can bring you?
Among the people watching the ceremony, there were by no means a few young people who had the same idea as Si Yao. They came from orthodox families and had good backgrounds, but this did not mean that they would treat a legitimate son of the clan who they had never met as their master and do whatever they wanted. They are not convinced!
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In the world of Zongsheng Palace, there seems to be no concept of the rotation of the sun and the moon or the alternation of day, because the red sun always hangs high in the sky, blooming with gentle but not blazing light.
Three moments of time flowed by calmly like a long river, without any rush or slowness, and without bias.
The crowd outside the hall still showed no sign of dispersing. They are waiting for an opportunity to "force the uterus".
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In the Zongsheng Palace, countless square tablets made of red sandalwood are lined up in the ancestral temple. Li Longyuan, who has been incense-burning, kneels on the oblate futon, his figure is as tall and straight as a spear, and he is strong and high-spirited.
Behind him, an old man in a square Tang suit stood with his hands behind his back, his energy and blood all over his body were like a furnace, and his eyes were shining brightly.
Li Chu is one of the only seven remaining elders of the 61st generation of the Li family.
"Long Yuan, the separated family members are still gathering outside, are you ready?" The old man's voice was thick and full of energy, completely unlike someone whose age had expired.
Li Longyuan stood up without replying. His eyes only stayed on the lowest tablet for a short while, and he coldly carried Tai'a and left with a puff of sleeves.
The old man in Tang suit looked at the majestic young man passing in front of him. He didn't get angry. He just looked back at the newly made black tablet with thoughts in his eyes.
Once upon a time, that young man with a cheerful smile was also so heroic and majestic, looking down on all living beings like an emperor.
The true king of the previous generation was Li Che. The son of the contemporary head of the family, Li Chengqian, died on Jiachen, Wuzi, Moon, Year of the Dragon, Gengchen, and was buried at the bottom of the Greenland Ice Sea.
"My child, after all you have embarked on the same path as your father. I wish you good luck."
The old man muttered to himself, slowly closed his eyes, and his breath gradually became weak.
He is very old, so old that he can only survive in this small space.
The middle door outside the palace opened wide, and a young man in brocade clothes came out with his sword in hand, like an emperor on a patrol.
"You look up to the king, do you intend to assassinate the king and kill Jiaxie?"
The handsome young man looked at the crowd that was gathering around him and made an earth-shattering statement.
Everyone outside the hall suddenly became panicked. They did not expect that after the ancestral temple, the eldest son of the clan, his originally gentle temperament would become as sharp as a sword coming out of its box, directly tearing apart their pretense of preparing to gather a crowd to challenge the monarch's power.
"How dare you claim to be king, a child with a yellow mouth?" Half a hundred elders from the branch family shouted angrily, stroking their beards. He is also a well-known figure in the outside world, how can he be easily insulted by children's words?
Li Longyuan looked at the old man who had spoken with anger, and the flames burst out in his golden eyes. The crimson color inside them was like volcanic lava erupting and overturning, carrying the power of annihilation.
"Bang!"
A substantial dull sound sounded, and the golden eyes of the branch family elder went out uncontrollably at this moment. With just one glance, he completely lost the advantage of being a hybrid, and the pressure from his bloodline even made him so weak that his legs trembled.
"The lion king who leads the lions will only abdicate under one circumstance, and that is when a new strong man appears to take his place. Today, if there is a challenger among you who can defeat me, I will give up the title of the orthodox true king!" The young man no longer focused on the elder, but looked at everyone present and said.
His blazing golden eyes scanned the crowd, and the guests who met his gaze lowered their heads subconsciously. They were horrified by the original pressure from their bloodline.
Only a few young people took a step forward to face the terrifying majesty of the Dragon King. Those who felt timid without fighting would never dare to be brave again.
"Very good, you only have one chance, I hope you can seize it."
Li Longyuan looked at the two men and one woman walking towards him, with a cold smile on his lips.
"The status of the king, the authority of the king, and the glory of the king cannot be shaken, cannot be peeked at, and cannot be questioned!" He slowly opened his arms like a black emperor in a dream, and there was such a voice in his body.
It seemed like he was mocking the three people in front of him. How could mere mortals dare to kill gods?
"Rumble..."
The ground of the Yunshang Palace began to tremble. Countless precision metal gears were rotating in secret places. The surrounding white clouds and mist thinly dissipated. The stone bricks in the center of the outside of the palace began to fall layer by layer and formed a ring shape toward the surroundings. It spreads and slowly forms a vast building similar to the ancient Roman Coliseum.
Visiting guests are all amazed by the peak alchemy technology of the orthodox forefathers. The exquisite design and meticulous conception of this ancient palace are no less than that of His Highness Norton, the twin son of the King of Bronze and Fire.
At this time, the crowd watching the ceremony were scattered on the seven-level bluestone steps, with all their attention focused on the four figures at the bottom.
Li Longyuan was dressed in a gorgeous green gold robe, standing barefoot in the south with his sword in hand, the light in his golden eyes was cold and fierce. The other three people were arranged in a Zigzag pattern and were slowly walking towards him.
They are all the best mixed-bloods among the young people from the three surnamed families. No one will take it lightly during a real battle. He is not taking action at this time, but is just observing the unfamiliar duel venue around him, looking for favorable opportunities.
The arena paved with bluestone bricks has a radius of 100 meters, and at this moment, the straight line distance between Li Longyuan and the three of them is less than 100 meters. This kind of distance can be reached in just a few seconds with the physical fitness of the mixed race.
The murderous intention is imminent.
"Give him a few bullets to try first."
Si Yao, in a white shirt, was the first to take out two specially modified silver P229 pistols from his trousers pocket. Each gun magazine was filled with 12 rounds of large-caliber anesthetic bullets.
He stood at the outermost edge of the three of them, sneered, raised his gun with both hands, and started shooting.
The light of the golden pupil is dazzling, and the fourth level of Word Spirit, Setsuna, is activated, with a speed increase of 16 times. In one second, twelve bullets pour out along with the flames, like a thrilling flower of hell, flying towards the boy not far away at high speed. go.
If he had used alchemy bullets just now, the target's limbs and head would have been pierced. He is a natural marksman and will never miss the target.
Word Spirit·Snap, Sequence No. 72 of the Periodic Table of Word Spirit, increases the releaser's own speed to 2 times, and can be stacked repeatedly (each time it is stacked, it will increase by one level, and the speed will become twice the previous level).
The most famous of the hybrids with this kind of spirit is one of the organizers of Kassel College in the last century, "Silver Wing" Viscount Charlotte, who can develop the instantaneous field to the seventh level with 128 times the speed. Two specially-made The revolver fires 12 bullets at the same time without the enemy hearing only one gunshot, which is fast and accurate.
The reason why Si Yao can barely achieve similar famous moves with the fourth level instant is that his own basic speed is faster, and the increase of 16 times after the fourth level is also greater. This is more because thermal weapon technology has developed rapidly in the past hundred years. The German-made P229 pistol in hand has a faster rate of fire and higher accuracy than the old revolver.
Facing the flower of death composed of metal anesthetic bullets, the boy made no extra moves. He just touched the hilt of the black gold sword with his right hand, then drew the sword and struck twelve times with one breath!
The bright silver sword light flashed instantly, and the crowd watching the battle only saw the sparks constantly shooting around the boy. The next second they clearly heard the continuous crisp sounds of dense metal bullet casings falling to the ground. Twelve anesthesia bombs were cut into two flat parts from the warhead, and the cut surface was as smooth as a mirror.
"Is this a monster?" Someone in the stands was stunned with his mouth slightly open. You can shoot twelve swords with one breath based on your physical fitness alone. If you say that your word spirit is just a moment, I believe it!
Li Longyuan's golden eyes were also full of excitement. For the first time, he truly felt the increase of blood baptism on his body.
"Then, please give Xiaoxiao a head start!"
There was a dangerous arc on the boy's handsome cheek. He immediately flipped his wrist and threw the scabbard of his left hand forward like a javelin. Then he stepped heavily on the green brick ground with his bare feet. The ground cracked as he drew his sword.
"Bang bang bang..."
Twelve more silver bullets flew out, accurately hitting the silver-patterned scabbard of Xuan Shen. The huge impact slightly changed its straight trajectory, grazing the earlobe of the young man in the white shirt. Si Yao could even notice it. There was a strong wind whistling in my ears, and there was a burning pain.
There was a "crack" sound, and the scabbard was stuck diagonally on the stone wall at the edge of the martial arts field after being dodged by the target. The cracks spread quickly like a spider web, and the scabbard was even half submerged in the bluestone.
The mixed-breeds around him gasped at the sight. This kind of force could probably kill a majestic yak.
