Outside the city of Fengdu, the spring breeze is slow, everything grows, the mountains and rivers are green, the grassland is evergreen, not happy for the new king, not mourning for the old king.

As with dozens of dynasties, the country is still the same.

Pedestrians and merchants from the south to the north came and went in a hurry, and they didn't seem to feel anything unusual.

An Qisheng rode a red horse and left without hurrying.

At a certain moment, he seemed to look back consciously, as if he saw the court meeting in the royal city of Fengdu.

I also saw the Han Taste Palace, which sat on the throne like a pin.

A feng shui gentleman has become the head of a country, but he doesn't know what it's like.

"Old Han, thank you for your hard work."

An Qisheng smiled and urged the horse forward.

It is easy to kill an enemy country, and it is easy to assassinate the king, but the real difficulty is to govern the country, a country with thousands of miles of land and tens of thousands of people, how difficult is it to govern?

Two hundred years after the founding of Dafeng, the rule of the Feng family has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, how easy is it to replace it?

Even if he is invincible in the world at this time, he can't rule the country alone, let alone change the world.

The meal should be eaten in one bite, and the road should be walked step by step.

If you eat fast, you will easily choke, and if you take a big step, you will easily pull eggs.

The world is in chaos, just four simple words, but inside are thousands of broken families and wives are separated.

He didn't think King Feng was qualified to make such a decision, and naturally, he didn't feel that he was qualified either.

In the case that he didn't want to be trapped on that bench, Han Weigong's replacement was already one of the best choices.

He didn't know if Han Weigong could be conscientious and not change his original intention, or if one day, he would also change.

But that doesn't matter.

People's hearts are fickle because of a lack of reverence.

What he has to do next is to make the hearts of people all over the world have awe.

At the heads of all the kings of the world,

Hang a sword!

a handful,

Sword of Kingship!

........

Since the founding of Dafeng Taizu, it has been nearly two hundred years.

Over the past two hundred years, Dafeng's national strength has been thriving, in addition to because Dafeng occupies the most advantageous territory in the whole world, but also because the kings of Dafeng have been virtuous, and the contemporary Feng Wang has worked hard for more than a hundred years, which can be called eloquent.

Twenty years ago, against the enemy countries, even the battle was victorious, if it weren't for the decapitation tactics of the martial arts people when Nantian Mountain would hunt the Three Kingdoms, it might not be impossible to even draw the countries in a war.

Therefore, the news of King Feng's death is really big news that shocks the world.

Countless people mourned, some were happy, and some laughed.......

Although according to the mourning decree issued by the imperial court, King Feng died of illness, but the news that he was assassinated still spread.

First, it is because once the blood exchange is completed, it is almost completely ill, not to mention the Feng Wang who has fought in the south and the north, and it is suspected that he has already completed the qi vein, and may even have built the foundation of the divine vein?

Thousands of causes of death are possible, but death from illness is impossible.

Second, that night, tens of millions of people saw the changes in the sky, as well as the white-clothed Taoist who fought against the Red Gold Divine Dragon in the sky.

Many ministers of the imperial court also knew that they could not hide it, so they allowed these rumors to spread.

And the spread of the news that the red gold divine dragon is a celestial god soldier is the dragon king armor has aroused the impatience of martial arts people in the world.

The pursuit of celestial and human divine soldiers by martial arts people is better than the pursuit of the throne by ordinary people.

Because the heavenly and human divine soldiers not only represent the strongest force in the world, but also the secret of heaven and man.

Heaven and man, representing immortality, are the sum of all desires in the world.

As the news of Fengdu City spread, the whereabouts of the Dragon King Armor became the most lively topic in the world for a while, and there seemed to be people discussing it in the streets and alleys.

Many people speculated that the person who fought with the Red Gold Long Dragon, that is, the Dragon King Armor, that night was An Qisheng, the royal power Taoist!

It's not just because of his grievances with the Dafeng court.

What's more, the person who can compete with the Dragon King Armor in this world, and even kill King Feng in this situation, can only replace Pang Wanyang as the number one in the world.

But knowing that the Dragon King Armor might fall into the hands of the royal power Taoists, countless martial arts people who were about to move couldn't help but be silent.

It was as if a basin of ice water was poured on his head and extinguished all the flames.

Who would dare to rob him of something?

The only difference between this legend and the legends of the ages is that he is still alive.

With such a great master, who is sure that he can snatch the Dragon King armor from him?

Therefore, a crisis that should have shaken the entire rivers and lakes, tens of millions of people fought for it, and died, has ended before it has even been set off.

Anqi gave birth to Fengdu City, never concealed his whereabouts, nor did he speed up his walking.

But even if he crossed Zhongzhou and came to the Chivalry Gate.

Although there are many martial arts people who follow behind, there is not even one who has the courage to attack him.

"Brother Dao!"

In front of the chivalrous gate, Yun Haitian led a group of disciples to greet him.

"Brother Yun, it's been a long time."

An Qisheng turned over and dismounted, smiling in return.

"Brother Dao has made a big battle.......

Yun Haitian sighed slightly.

After a year or two, he has not changed much, but An Qisheng has defeated Pang Wanyang and become the real number one in the world.

He even stormed the royal city, killed King Feng, and took away the armor of the dragon king.

All of these are unimaginable events for him.

"Busy with miscellaneous things, you don't have to be at ease with Brother Yun."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

"Where's the freedom?"

Yun Haitian smiled bitterly, but his eyes fell on the gray, inconspicuous armor hanging under the neck of the red horse.

There is no one in the world who is not interested in the Celestial Divine Soldiers, and he is naturally no exception.

"This is the Dragon King Armor?"

Yun Haitian's eyes were very bright, and he did not hide his curiosity at all.

He has always been like this, he will not hide his feelings, curiosity, is curiosity.

Not only him, but all the disciples of the Chivalrous Sect also looked at the armor.

Such a pair of dusty armor turned out to be the armor of the Heavenly and Human Divine Soldier and the Dragon King?

An Qisheng admired Yun Haitian's words and deeds, and seeing that he was curious, he casually took off the Dragon King armor and handed it to Yun Haitian:

"Yes, this is the Dragon King Armor."

His expression was flat and his movements were casual, as if what he was holding in his hand was not the world-famous Dragon King armor, but just an ordinary piece of armor.

"Brother Dao?"

Yun Haitian was slightly stunned, and the disciples of the Chivalrous Sect were even more surprised.

Many martial arts people who watched this scene from a distance were even more short of breath, and they couldn't help but be greedy.

"This is the Dragon King's Armor........"

Yun Haitian stretched out his hand to take the dragon king armor.

The imaginary heaviness does not exist, and when you start lightly, it seems to be pinching a cloud without the slightest texture.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, you might even think that you have nothing in your hands.

"The heavenly and human divine soldiers are neither gold nor iron, neither qi nor gods, they can be as heavy as a mountain, or they can be lighter than a feather."

Anderson explained.

In fact, if it weren't for the refining of the Dafeng Imperial Court's two hundred years of national fortune, it would be impossible for the Dragon King Armor to even be seen.

But even so, because it has not been fully revived, the miracle is not visible at all.

Yun Haitian looked at it carefully, and even figured it out with divine will, but he still didn't find a trace of miracle for a long time.

"The divine soldier chooses the master, it seems that Yun is not destined for the Dragon King Armor."

Yun Haitian sighed slightly, and handed the Dragon King armor back to An Qisheng:

"This thing still has to be left in the hands of Brother Dao, and it will be a catastrophe for others to get it......."

The celestial and human divine soldiers choose the master, if they are not destined people, even if the divine soldiers are in hand, they will not be able to exert the slightest miracle, and it is impossible to get the inheritance of the celestial beings.

Even, it will attract an endless stream of greedy people and set off a martial arts catastrophe.

"There is no way to bring good and evil, only people can bring themselves on themselves."

An Qisheng threw it casually and hung the dragon king's armor on the neck of the red horse.

This action caused many people in the martial arts to fluctuate, and they couldn't wait to rush forward and snatch the dragon king's armor away.

However, what responded to them was only the snort of the red horse.

Until one person and one horse walked into the chivalrous gate, no one dared to make a move.

It's only a few hundred feet, but it is like an abyss, stopping them.

Quiet backyard, under old trees.

An Qisheng sat opposite Yun Haitian, and someone from his own door came to pour tea.

The fragrance of tea is faint.

"Brother Dao is hanging like this, sooner or later, someone will not be able to help but make a move."

Yun Haitian couldn't help but say.

No matter how famous An Qisheng is, if he continues to be lured like this, someone will make a move sooner or later.

"There are people who are consumed by profit, ancient and modern, and there is nothing to be sorry for when they die."

An Qisheng didn't care, picked up the tea and took a sip:

"There are a lot of people provoked along the way, and there are even more beasts, if you dare to make a move, you will be buried together."

"Brother Dao is too murderous."

Yun Haitian could only shake his head.

The great masters who have always founded the sect have rarely made a move against ordinary martial arts people, and they generally disdain to make a move on their own identity, and half of them are unwilling to provoke too much resentment, after all, the disciples of the sect will also walk the rivers and lakes in the future.

There are not many lonely people in the world.

"Brother Yun doesn't have to persuade me."

An Qisheng put down the teacup and didn't talk about it anymore, but said: "After a year or two, I have gained a lot, but I can try to heal Brother Yun." ”

"Heal?"

Yun Haitian's hand was very steady, he took a sip of tea slowly, and after putting down the teacup, he still couldn't help but tremble.

He was wounded.

That injury was when he was alone in the Holy Mountain of the Six Prisons decades ago, when he was injured by the Red Lian Dharma King.

It's a 'God' wound.

Because of this injury, he cut off his path to the divine vein.

Although he has a calm heart, as a martial artist, there is no possibility of going further, and it is naturally impossible for him to have no regrets in his heart.

If someone else said this, he might not have taken it seriously, but it was An Qisheng who spoke, the first person to be today, a living martial arts legend!

"Yes, healing."

An Qisheng bowed slightly.

Yun Haitian's injury, in the absence of 'God', is not a medicine stone can be cured, even if it is him, it is only now that he has a little certainty.

For him, of course.

As long as you have a certain point, you can also do 10 points, but it is just a few more attempts in your dreams.

Yun Haitian slowly exhaled:

"Dare to ask Brother Dao, how can I treat my injuries?"

An Qisheng tapped on the stone table, and his voice was accompanied by a crisp percussion sound that enveloped the entire courtyard:

"Reincarnation."