The eight martial arts royal families, who have been alive for hundreds of years, are like gods hanging in the air, high up, looking down on everything in the world.

The supreme royal family with the supreme of the god list in charge is enough to be the power of a country, but even so, there is still a trace of respect for the top few high-level people in the world, and the face that should be given will still be given.

But the martial arts royal family is different.

Since stepping into this era, the dynasty of the emperor has ended, and there has been no emperor-level peerless person who can suppress them.

Their high profile is for everyone!

There is an ancient capital in the north, which is in today's era, in the minds of hundreds of millions of ordinary people, it is not those imperial capitals that have long been lonely, but can be compared, it is a veritable imperial capital of the world!

The class is different.

The world of contact is small and large.

Identification is different.

Whoever can make the Supreme Royal Family kneel down and worship, it must belong to the Eight Great Martial Arts Royal Clans.

But who can make the martial arts royal family keep to themselves?

There is only one, an emperor-level peerless man who once suppressed the powerhouses of an era.

In the eyes of countless ordinary people, their supremacy is the old people who now live in the Forbidden Pavilion, those who have been serving the country and the people all their lives, forgetting to sleep and eat.

Interior.

In a pavilion surrounded by water.

A few old men wearing plain shirts, only a pair of cloth shoes under their feet, and wrinkled faces, were drinking tea and talking.

"Lao Lu, how is your body lately, I don't think your complexion is very good, don't take a step ahead of us, just lift your legs and leave. ”

"Wang Guozhu, drink your tea, I'm fine!"

"Alas, we five old fellows don't know how many years we have left to live. ”

It's hard to imagine.

These old men with old faces and clothes on their bodies are no different from those farmers who work hard in the countryside.

But it is the top ruler in the world today, with a wave of his hand, there will be a million male soldiers to meet, in a word, that is, all the imperial royal families in the north, and many families in the south of the Yangtze River, will give them three points of thin face.

"Lao Wang, I heard that the Heavenly Master is suddenly going to close the mountain for three months, right?" The old man sitting in the west with a small white beard and a cane suddenly asked coldly:

"Have you inquired clearly, and what is the reason for this time?"

Several people couldn't help but look at the old man named Wang Guozhu, wearing reading glasses.

Since the end of the era of the emperor.

There is no emperor figure to stand up and suppress the eight martial arts royal families.

But.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain is willing to stand on their side, otherwise in today's world, I really don't know what kind of chaos will become.

But the Heavenly Master's Mansion was suddenly closed this time.

Compared with the previous times, it was very different, without warning, it was sealed for three months!

"I asked, but the Heavenly Master refused to answer, and all the disciples under him didn't know anything. ”

As the supreme head of the special department's male soldier group, Wang Guozhu wanted to know why.

"Forget it, what is there to think about, I don't believe that in the three months that the Heavenly Master is away, the eight martial arts royal clans really dare to be restless and keep themselves!" Lu Enjin, who had been teased by several old men for being very weak, slapped the table and got up, and said with a hint of anger in his tone:

"Big deal, I'm going to fight with those eight parasites!"

Hear the words.

The rest of the old people present couldn't help but be silent.

On age.

Lu Jin is ten years older than them, born in the military camp, although he is now old and frail, not as young as he was when he was young, but this fiery temper has not changed at all.

On the contrary, as I get older, I get bigger and bigger.

Especially, after that incident......

Even after decades, it is like a thorn that can never be pulled out, stuck there, and every time they think about it, they feel very uncomfortable, angry, powerless, and sad.

"Lao Lu, don't mention it, have you forgotten what Old Xia asked us before he died?"

The white-bearded old man on crutches sighed and said with a gloomy expression:

"Don't be their enemy, we can't fight their ......"

"Yang Qishan, I'm just annoying you literati, what are you afraid of!" Lu Jin snorted coldly, with a fire in his tone, sat down again, gritted his teeth and said angrily:

"If those eight vampires are not removed, how can I comfort Xia Lao's presence in the sky!"

"How to bring Huaxia back to the top of the world!"

Two or three hundred years.

The bad deeds of the eight martial arts royal families can be said to be countless, relying on force, manipulating the entire world behind their backs, and deliberately playing with the hard work of ordinary people!

Obviously for them.

Money, the word, simply doesn't matter.

The wealth possessed by any martial arts royal family is worth the treasury of ten superpowers!

Yes, that's it.

It is still necessary to divide two-thirds every year, and if it weren't for the Heavenly Master's Mansion, I'm afraid it would all have to be taken away!

There was once an old man who was in a high position, but always put the ordinary people first in his heart, and even the clothes he wore were mended with all kinds of sewing, pudding, and he had a clean breeze on his sleeves all his life, had no children and no daughters, and ate coarse tea and light rice, just to get back a fair that belonged to countless ordinary people!

Not afraid of life and death!

waved 200,000 troops and went straight to the south of the Yangtze River.

But in the end, he ended up in a subordinate position, and before he died, he was wantonly insulted and ridiculed by several children of the martial arts royal family who were only eight or nine years old.

"You mortals, you don't really think we value this money, do you?

"We just like to see you all like monkeys, scratching your ears and cheeks, jumping up and down, but you look like we have nothing to do!"

The Forbidden Pavilion.

I can still vaguely remember.

An old man in a patch plain suit with a face full of vicissitudes.

With a thin and ordinary body, he has to hold up a piece of the sky for countless ordinary people, and fight for the high-level martial arts royal family wearing luxurious brocade clothes!

High-pitched words!

Passionate!

But in exchange for it, it was still sentence after sentence, merciless ridicule, contempt, and disdain.

"Just mortals, you want fairness?"

"Old thing, you mortals, you should be even more happy to be trampled on by us and played with by us!"

Although almost ninety years have passed.

But every word and scene in the past, every time I recall it.

Lu Jin, Wang Guozhu, Yang Qishan and other five worldly leaders are still fresh in their memories, their faces are full of sadness, and their eyes can't help but moisten, as if it happened yesterday.

"Don't feel sorry for me, and don't think about subverting the martial arts royal family anymore, it turns out that I was wrong...... I was wrong......"

Silent wards.

With an old man who has been working for the people all his life, his voice becomes quieter and quieter until it disappears.

That day.

The whole world was plunged into great sorrow.

But no one knows what the truth is.

Only.

Lu Jin and the others will always remember it, and in that voice, there was an extremely angry question:

"Mortals, are they destined to be toyed with by the Martial Dao Royal Clan!"