"Miss, don't talk to him more, just let me take his life, the sword gate walks, the three-year election is about to begin, with your talent to be set into the top three of the younger generation, then you will be the deacon of the sword gate, even the old man can't help you, besides, haven't you already passed the exam of the Imperial Martial Academy? The old man is in trouble, and the Martial Academy will not sit idly by! Yesterday, the Star Picking Tower ......!"

"Sister Luo...... Qing'an doesn't want to disobey grandpa'......!"

"Miss......!"

"The prince of the empire, dare to kill too?"

At this moment, the sound of thunder was like thunder, and it came suddenly.

The beautiful woman bore the brunt of the attack, and suddenly her throat surged, and she couldn't suppress a mouthful of blood from spitting out!

The dignified Sword Soul Realm powerhouse, the Xiaodie Sword Soul Moon Pear Fall, is so unbearable! Everyone in the auction hall hurriedly scattered, lest they would harm the innocent!

However, at several entrances and exits, a large number of silver-armored saber warriors soon poured in, surrounding them, and under the prestige, the silver-edged sword emblems embedded in their collars showed that they were all swordsman realm warriors.

"Cloud Tiger Stripes, Ouchi Sanwei, Weihuwei!"

Looking at the neck tattoos of the samurai, Yue Qingan supported Yue Liluo, frowning.

"Welcome His Highness back to the palace!" Wei Huwei guarded everyone, the sword was unsheathed for three points, and the sword intent was close to Yu Chen.

"Is this the sword salute? It's interesting, and it really has the style of building a country with a sword. ”

In the vast sword intent, Yu Chen was calm and calm, and glanced at the Xiaodie sword soul, "Yueli falls, this farewell, I'm afraid that you won't have the ability to kill me anymore, but you have to seize the opportunity?"

"Look for ...... death!"

"Sister, I'm angry, there is a master of the Holy Sword Imperial Family!"

Yue Qing'an grabbed the soul of Xiaodie's knife and looked at Yu Chen, but her words were not to be outdone, "Do you think that this up-and-coming appearance can make the Yu clan look at you with admiration, and talk about the future? ”

"You don't have to bother. ”

Yue Qing'an could think of how Yu Chen could be ignorant, but he was not afraid.

Soon, inside the palace, Changping Hall.

On the solemn court, the royal mullions sit on the dragon chair, the golden silk dragon robe is wrapped, and the high-level beast core is crowned, all of which show their identity, but their complexion is pale, as if they are seriously ill, and they are not very majestic.

"Long live Your Majesty. ”

With the shouts of the internal officials, the ministers knelt on the ground and knocked, but the imperial minister was indifferent, so he took the time to watch the worldly etiquette after a thousand years.

The ministers came up, and the middle-aged general with a helmet on his shoulder, suddenly looked indignant, pointed at the imperial minister and shouted, "Bold imperial minister, don't kneel to the king, it's for disloyalty, don't kneel to your biological father, and don't be filial!

After some accusations, Yu Chen looked at each other arrogantly, "I don't distinguish between right and wrong, I don't regard myself as a king, I don't protect my son, I don't regard it as a father, so why should I kneel?"

"You're ......!"

"By the way, you are the general of Zhenbei, Ge Yan, right? But you, above this court, under the emperor's throne, are not ashamed to speak out, and are good at pointing at the palace guards in the inner palace, and killing the prince, what is your intention? Could it be that this is your way of being a minister?"

"You're ......!"

Ge Yan clutched the hilt of his sword, apparently restraining his great anger.

Yu Chen's words changed at the right time, and turned to the dragon chair, the so-called monarch father in this life, bowed his hand and said, "I don't know why my father sent Wei Huwei to take his sons back to the palace?"

Yu Ling didn't answer, but replied softly, "Don't distinguish between right and wrong, don't regard it as a king, don't protect your son, don't treat it as a father?"

"Father thinks what his son said is right?"

is not only a monarch and a minister, but also a father and son, this question and answer directly touches the weakness of family affection.

Ge Yan saw that the situation was not good, and immediately took it to heart, and without waiting for the royal mullions to answer, he bowed and said, "Congratulations to Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince is not a hit, it is a blockbuster, Tianlan Pavilion is a sword master and a great sword master realm martial artist, and he is actually the best of the young prince's generation, and the other princes except for the crown prince have all been crowned kings. ”

After Ge Yan finished speaking, many officials from the Zhenbei General's Mansion and the Ge family immediately seconded the proposal loudly.

Yu Ling seemed to understand Ge Yan's intentions, hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "King He?"

"Such a masterpiece, be the four kings of the Pillar Kingdom, the king of Zhenbei!"

"Where's that land?"

"Since he is the king of Zhenbei, he should be the northern capital of the land and Langcheng!"

"General Igger. ”

"So it is very good, and then the general will take his leave. ”

The promise of the royal mullley went smoothly, Ge Yan was overjoyed, sneered at the imperial court, and brushed his sleeves away.

Then, the remaining three town generals glanced at each other and left.

Baiguan looked up at the dragon chair, and when the royal lattice waved his hand, it also dispersed.

In just a moment, the huge Changping Hall seemed so empty, and the majestic emperor above 10,000 people became so weak!

Yu Ling was about to leave with the support of the internal officials, but he couldn't help but turn around after hesitating and looked at Yu Chen, "Don't blame my father, Ge Juefeng only died, and the Council of Elders will make a decision to hand you over to the Ge family to deal with, which is also unfortunate to have to be crowned a king." ”

"Unfortunate luck?"

Yu Chen sneered and turned around to leave.

But seeing that the imperial slings threw off the internal officials, and after taking the imperial throne, among the five long swords that burned incense and worshipped, one stood towards the north, caught up with the imperial minister, and handed it over to him.

"Holy Sword, Qiyuan?"

The sword started, and a sense of familiarity went straight into Yu Chen's heart, which seemed familiar.

Sure enough, I listened to Yu Ling say, "A thousand years ago, the light feather sword god regretfully fell, and the divine sword was also broken into five parts, and then it was rebuilt by the ancestors of my royal family, and made five holy swords, Qiyuan, phoenix yuan, Xuanyuan, dragon yuan, tiger yuan, inherited by Zhao Sword God, and proud to establish the country Qianyuan, and then the ancestors died, the five bloodlines each held the holy sword to push its king, and the kings pushed our vein as the emperor, but today, the kings of the four towns have broken the inheritance, the holy sword royal family, the glory is gone!"

It seems that when it comes to emotion, Yu Ling became more and more excited, and a touch of blush appeared on his sickly complexion, "Now that Chen'er has attacked the throne of Zhenbei, Qiyuan should be handed over to you, even if you can't stir up the storm, but as a descendant of the Holy Sword Imperial Family, you can go with the Holy Sword, and death is not in vain!"

"Then Father Xie has high hopes. ”

The story is moving, you can put yourself in Langcheng, although it is to raise the prince of Zhenbei, and give the holy sword, it seems to be a favor, but Langcheng is the place where the Zhenbei General's Mansion has been entrenched for a hundred years, and it is tantamount to a sheep into the mouth of the tiger to go rashly, maybe this holy sword is given to him, it is with his own life, and it is just packed and sent to the Zhenbei General's Mansion to make amends!

"Well, you should step back first. ”

As if he didn't get the response he wanted, Yu Ling's face turned pale, and with the support of the internal official, he slowly hid into the inner hall.

"It's not the same. ”

Yu Chen sniffed the unicorn deeply, and walked away with his sword.

Not long after, the voice of the pupil spirit sounded in the sea of knowledge, "It's so dangerous, this spirit almost made people perceive." ”

"No wonder you haven't been silent, what is that person's strength?"

"It's hard to say, but at least it's going to be holy!"

After saying this, Yu Chen frowned, and finally paid attention to this world after a thousand years.

"Lord Zhenbei, congratulations. ”

After thinking about it, he had arrived at the Ji Night Palace, and in front of the dormitory, the soul of the Xiaodie knife had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing that there were large and small objects with the seal of Tianlan Pavilion stacked beside him, Yu Chen raised his eyebrows, "These auction items, why don't you personally escort them by the powerhouse of the Sword Soul Realm?"