King's Throne Villa, King's Family.

This place is the place where the tablet of the head of the royal family is located, and it is also the ancestral hall of the genealogy of the royal family, and outsiders are not allowed to enter, only the descendants of the royal family have the opportunity to come in and worship under the leadership of the head of the royal family.

"You've decided?"

An old man with frosty hair and gray temples bowed to the tablets of the ancestors of the royal power lined up from the outside to the inside, and after putting on the three pillars of incense, he turned his head to look at the royal power hegemony with a respectful expression on the futon below, and asked slowly after a moment of silence.

"Yes, father, the tyrant has decided to take away the royal sword, as for the position of the head of the family... When I'm done, I'll be back to inherit! ”

Dressed in blue and white robes, Wang Quan Tyrant heard the old man's inquiry, raised his head, there was no trace of regret in his eyes, and replied to the head of the royal family.

After hearing the exact echo, the old lord of the royal family turned around.

The old man's face is wrinkled, he is old, and he is wearing the standard robe of the Royal Power Villa, and his whole body is as powerful as an abyss.

A pair of eagle-like eyes were sharp, just staring at the royal power and hegemony back and forth, and after half a ring, the head of the royal power family withdrew his eyes and nodded.

The head of the royal family has always been very uneasy about his only son.

Young and vigorous, arrogant and arrogant, coupled with this curiosity, even if he has a transparent sword heart and extraordinary talent, it is difficult to achieve great things once he learns Dao swordsmanship.

But since I didn't know where to go in the past few years, it has changed a lot.

The head of the royal family was fluctuating, and the corner of his eyes kept looking at the face of the king's hegemony.

After careful inspection, it was found that the original sharp face contours of the royal power and hegemony had been dyed with a few wisps of wind and frost at some point, and the original sharp momentum had now learned to precipitate.

"The hairy boy of the year finally began to be sensible..."

The old master slowly rubbed the scabbard in his hand, bowed his head slightly, concealed the look of relief in his eyes, and raised it again after a while.

"Good! Since you are willing to inherit the position of the head of my royal power villa, then this royal sword is also what you deserve! ”

"But there's one thing you have to remember for me forever."

"The king's hegemony, you listen carefully to the old man!"

The shiny and flickering cold blade was suddenly pulled out of the sheath, the sword shadow slashed, and as the words fell, the lord of the royal family held the hilt of the sword, and he didn't know when he had stood in front of the royal power.

"The old man didn't force you to take over this burden, this is the path you have chosen!"

"You still have a chance to turn back, but if you take this sword and make an oath in front of your ancestors and ancestors, you will never regret it, are you still willing to take this royal sword?!"

The old master of the royal family held the sword in his left hand and the scabbard in his right hand, and just looked at the royal power, waiting for his reply.

Time froze, and the air seemed to stand still.

At this moment, a hand pierced through the dim ancestral hall, and under the flickering light of the candle flame next to it, he slowly grasped the royal sword held in the hand of the head of the royal family!

Qiang!!

Wang Quan Tyrant did not hesitate to hold the royal sword, stood up, and took the scabbard in the other hand of the royal power family master, and as soon as the hands were closed, the royal power sword swished into the scabbard, and the whole process flowed smoothly, only to hear the collision between the hilt and the scabbard, and there was no movement.

"The hegemony of the king, I am willing to take over the sword of the king's power and be the new owner of this king's power villa, and I will also shoulder the burden of the family!"

The sonorous and powerful words came out of the mouth of this young man in blue and white robes, and I saw him pick up the royal sword in his hand, cross the old lord of the royal family standing in front of him, and bow his head three times on the tablet of the ancestors of the royal family!

"From now on, I will be the new heir of the royal family!"

"Once the oath is made, I will never regret it!"

Looking at the young figure leaning over and swearing with a sword, the head of the royal family, who was originally expressionless, gradually showed a smile on his face.

"This kid has finally grown up..."

......

Outside the Throne Villa, in a gazebo.

Li Quxun spit out the grass in his mouth, and said to a few people next to him with his arms in some confusion:

"Big brother, where are you playing?"

"In the past, we used to act together, and we could go wherever we wanted, but since he mysteriously disappeared a few years ago, when he comes back, it's like a different person."

"Every time I go out, I am mysterious, I am alone with a sword, and I don't say hello to my brothers."

"We came all the way this time, and we didn't even see his figure."

"It's boring."

Hearing Li Quxun's complaint, Li Zizi next to him shook his head, patted his second brother on the shoulder and said:

"Maybe it's the eldest brother these days, it's inconvenient to tell us something."

"He's always been very assertive in what he does."

A white-haired man with a third eye on his head heard the discussion between the two, and his expression showed a deep groan.

A few years ago, they had been planning to go out into the world to find out.

But he was stopped by the hegemony of the king.

But what others don't know is that Yang Yixi is not optimistic about this journey.

As the descendant of the Tianyan Yang family, he can gain insight into the qi veins and observe the heavenly machine.

Yang Yisigh can vaguely feel that this trip is destined to have big twists and turns, and it will not be as smooth as a few people imagined.

At that time, he was young and only felt that he could go against the sky, so Yang Yixi hid this expectation, but after a few years, now that he thinks about it, he only feels that he was still too reckless.

"Big brother is doing this for the good of us."

"Listen to him and practice at home."

Yang Yisigh touched his chin and whispered to the few people who were discussing.

After hearing Yang Yi's sigh, several people who were originally a little unhappy gradually lost their voices.

After all, when it comes to majesty, in addition to the eldest brother's royal power and hegemony, it is the second brother who has the strongest strength in the three-eyed god monarch Yang Yisi.

And just when a few people were discussing the hegemony of the king, the hegemony of the king had already been holding a sword alone, and Yukong came to the border pass.

Looking at the heavenly city wall from south to north not far away, connecting the sky, this young man in a blue and white brocade robe stopped.

There is a wall as high as a mountain, and it is three feet three feet from the sky.

This is a peerless magic weapon that separates the inner circle from the outer world, the elder of the One Qi Dao Alliance, the old man of Tianmen, who has exhausted his life's hard work.

No one can cross this wall, and there is only one way to get there.

That is, to directly blast away this huge city wall that is more than thousands of feet!

But there is only one company in the world that can achieve such a feat.

The hegemony of the king fell to the ground, holding the sword of royal power in his hand.

Swish!

The sword flashed with golden light, separating from its scabbard.

The original scabbard of the royal sword, I don't know where it fell, and now the scabbard in the hands of the royal power hegemony is exactly the one left by the Dongfang Huaizhu before, the Huabian scabbard engraved with a few lines of small characters.

On the seventh day of the seventh month, Huaishui Bamboo Pavilion.

The corners of Wang Quan Tyrant's mouth twitched, and his face with a gold-rimmed mask slowly raised, looking at the hundreds of figures that slowly rose not far away, as well as the old man with the crown in the lead.

"The seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh month is almost here."

"Gotta get back before that."

It's a bit of a cardin, and the next chapter will be sent later.

(End of chapter)