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Chapter 550: I Want to Be a Faint King

"How is that possible?"

directly gave him a big roll of his eyes, and the Void Cloud Daoist seemed to have heard some of the funniest jokes in the world, and said contemptuously: "The leader of the Martial Arts Alliance is a person in the rivers and lakes, talking about chivalry, righteousness, and righteousness." The emperor is the leader of the court, and he talks about Confucianism, where the law comes first, two different things. Since ancient times, I have never heard of the emperor being the leader of the martial arts alliance. After all, what the imperial court wants is stability, and what martial arts wants is justice, and the pursuits are different, so how can they be compatible?"

"This time, the ghost king poisoned the common people, and it was really a public anger, so the various factions of the martial arts reluctantly joined forces with the imperial army. If it is placed in normal times, the government oppresses the people, and the martial arts heroes are chivalrous and righteous. If the emperor is mediocre, the chivalrous man will enter the palace to assassinate. How can we stoop to the imperial power, and will we not become the eagle dogs of the court, and be laughed at by the world? Therefore, the entire martial arts will never accept people in the official mansion as the leader of my martial arts alliance. ”

Well, well, you can't work part-time here, alas.

But it's right to think about it, it's obviously two companies that don't match, and sometimes they are even hostile to each other, how can one person be the CEO of two competing companies, then can't one person manage Alibaba and Tencent at the same time? Although the bosses of these two companies are surnamed Ma, they are bound to become a fire and water.

Holding his forehead gently, Yang Feng was silent, thinking carefully.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the Void Cloud Dao Elder glanced at him with a look of hope and asked, "That...... Sect Leader Yang, what do you think?"

"I'll think about it and I'll get back to you in a few days!"

"Oh, yes, yes. Don't worry, think about it slowly, in fact, our martial arts factions have seen Sect Leader Yang this time, and they admire you very much. To tell the truth, our Nanzhao martial arts have always been weak, and it is rare for a master like you to appear, and we very much want you to lead us to compete with the martial arts masters of other empires. ”

He stood up and bowed deeply, and the Void Cloud Daoist said with a solemn face: "Sect Master Yang, you must think about it properly, we look forward to your answer, and the old man will leave." ”

Well!

With a wave of his hand, let him leave, Yang Feng supported his cheeks with both hands, lay on the table, and sighed.

In the past, I didn't have a choice, but now there are many choices, which one should I choose?

Anyway, he came to this world like a play, he didn't encounter any setbacks along the way, and he wanted to experience a different life.

He hasn't done this emperor before, he wants to be a pawn, see what it's like; he hasn't done it before, he has just seen it on martial arts and TV before, it's quite majestic, he also wants to be a pawn.

But who knows, these two are fish and bear's paws, you can't have both, what should he do?

Call!

At this time, when he was full of embarrassment, a familiar figure suddenly appeared next to him, patted the back of his hand, and said solemnly: "Don't think about it, it's better to be the leader of the martial arts alliance, the emperor has nothing to do." ”

"Holy Ancestor?"

Raising his eyebrows, Yang Feng looked over, but saw that the person who suddenly appeared opposite him at this moment was none other than the Holy Ancestor, and he couldn't help but wonder: "How do you know that the emperor is not in charge, have you been?"

"Of course, after all, I came 100,000 years before you, and I haven't done anything? ”

The corners of his mouth grinned, and the Holy Ancestor said with a reminiscence on his face: "Back then, I was also like Genghis Khan, leading thousands of troops and horses, galloping the world, and conquering the great country. Three palaces and six courtyards, seventy-two concubines, on call. Wake up from the 20,000-square-meter bed every day, 100,000 beautiful women are waiting, and the first thing every day is to swim in the deep sea in front of the door. Then the delicacies of the mountains and seas, dragon meat and phoenix tendons for breakfast. There are some sycophants all around, who will just keep praising you, and no one will say a bad word about you. ”

"That's really waking up to take charge of the world, sleeping on the knees of beautiful people. Every day my wife changes in turns, and even I can't tell who is who, and who I slept with yesterday. Even if they all look like Fan Bingbing, the faces of international superstars like Liu Yifei are tired of seeing too much. Alas, it's so boring, it's boring, this is the emperor's life, it's too corrupt, so I advise you not to be it. ”

Belch!

His face twitched, Yang Feng listened to his past, and his saliva was about to flow out with envy, and he muttered: "Brother, are you persuading me not to be the emperor, or let me become the emperor quickly?"

"I'll go and inform Gao Taifu now, I want to be the emperor!"

Swish!

Saying that, Yang Feng jumped in and was about to run out, but he was pulled back by the Holy Ancestor suddenly, and said hurriedly: "Eh, don't be impulsive first, what I just said is the standard of a faint monarch, you can't be so depraved." ”

"No, I'm going to fall, I'm going to be a faint king, don't stop me!"

Heartbreakingly, Yang Feng shouted, already deeply attracted by the beautiful future depicted by the Holy Ancestor.

Helplessly, he rolled his eyes, but the Holy Ancestor still held on to him, crying and laughing: "Brother, calm down." Don't forget, what are you here for? You want to unite people's hearts to be gods, and don't ruin your character because you are a faint king. Let me tell you, the resentment of the common people is very deep, and it will corrode your faith and make you irreversible!"

"What do you mean by corrupting my faith?"

After a pause, Yang Feng finally stopped moving, and looked back at him with a puzzled expression.

Taking a deep breath, the Holy Ancestor's face turned straight and said lightly: "Everything in this world is balanced, there is yin and yang, there is good and evil, there is the power of faith, and there is the power of curse. The people revere you and give you the strength of your faith. Hating you will radiate the power of a curse that corrupts your faith. At that time, your blue amount will continue to decrease, and the more people who curse you, the faster it will decrease. Eventually, when the blue amount drops to zero, the power of the curse will corrode your level. ”

"What? corrode my rank?"

The pupils couldn't help but shrink fiercely, and Yang Feng looked at him with a shocked expression: "What will happen then?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the Holy Ancestor said with a heavy face: "You will be downgraded, from two hundred levels, to one hundred and nineteen, and then to one hundred and eighteen. Correspondingly, your strength will also decline, and finally you will be reduced to a mortal scum, and you will no longer be worthy of being a god. ”

"Wouldn't it, but with a downgrade?"

With a twitch of his face, Yang Feng was frightened.

Nodding solemnly, the Holy Ancestor was not joking, and muttered, "Brother, have you ever met other gods when you came to this world?"

"The other gods, I didn't pay attention!"

Touching his chin and thinking about it carefully, Yang Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he exclaimed: "By the way, when I was in Southern Xinjiang before, I fought with a little red guy in the air, and he seemed to have recruited a little bat to cheer him halfway. It's just that the bat looked at me and scared away, does that count?"

"Count!"

Nodding firmly, the Holy Ancestor explained, "That's an evil god, the existence that the mage who fought with you believed in. Usually this kind of mage sells his soul to the evil god in exchange for the protection of the evil god. When the gap between his own strength and that of others is too great, he will ask some of the doppelgangers of the evil god to come down to earth to help him. It's just that this evil god is still of a low level compared to you, so there is nothing to be done about it, and he is directly scared away. ”