Finally, in the early afternoon, under the escort of Yan Yi's eighteen horsemen, Yi Yang walked through the long street of dozens of miles and arrived at the central square of Yandu.

Surrounded by crowds, Yi Yang stepped into the square and walked into this wide world. However, at the moment of entering the square, Yi Yang suddenly paused, looking up at the sculpture erected in the middle of the square like a mountain.

Statue of King Yan!

This is the second time that Yi Yang has looked at this weathered tall statue up close, the light and majestic posture that still does not change, the domineering and uninhibited arrogance that still changes, and the peerless body that is still as tall as a sword and proud of the sky.

"That's my father!"

Yi Yang breathed deeply, and a touch of pride appeared on his cold face. At this time, he hated to step into the air and tell everyone in the world that it was his father and the hero he had admired for a long time. That was his father, who was also a myth in the world, and a generation of overlords who shocked the world.

At this time, not only Yi Yang felt excited, but Yan Yi's eighteen horsemen were also all looking at each other, the ancient well had no waves, and there was a faintly visible look of emotion on a solemn face.

Back then, they swore to follow that man's side, conquer with him, and go through together, and the days of never giving up are still clear, passing like a screen in their minds. The bloody days are silent, and the bitter and sweet years are buried, but the breath of life and death and sworn to defend is still there!

King Yan is not only a hero of the world, but also the belief of the military and people of Mobei. Anyone who has seen the majesty of King Yan with his own eyes has admired him.

Yan Yi's eyes were red one by one, as if there was blood rolling, and anyone could clearly feel the forced suppressed emotions. It is the admiration of heroes, the fanaticism of faith, and the blood that cannot be hidden.

"Lord, we're back!"

At this moment, Yan Yi's eighteen horsemen were all excited.

Yi Yang was in the middle of it, his eyes swept over the eighteen horses one by one, and the look of relief in his eyes became more and more obvious. He believes that his father's vision back then would not be wrong, and the eighteen horsemen were all a group of iron-like men, a myth of loyalty, and a well-deserved peerless general.

"Father, I won't let you down!" At this moment, Yi Yang's heart was also full of passionate pride.

Everyone remembered for a while, and quickly collected their emotions again, and walked quickly towards the square under the watchful eyes of everyone. In that scene, under the statue of King Yan, a 'Dianjiangtai' about three feet high stands tall. On the platform, the old marshal Gan Xiong had already been waiting with a group of high-level generals in Mobei.

Seeing the arrival of Yi Yang and others, Gan Xiong laughed from afar, looking particularly enthusiastic.

"The return of the eighteen commanders, my Mobei army is greatly inspired, it is really gratifying, congratulations!" Gan Xiong's voice was bold and hearty, and he seemed enthusiastic, but his figure was still standing on the Dianjiang platform, and he had no intention of stepping down to greet him. Moreover, he completely ignored Yi Yang's existence in and out of his words, as if he never knew about it.

Yan Yi's eighteen cavalry did not respond, as always, the escort was around Yi Yang, guarding Yi Yang step by step to the point of the platform, stepping on the platform, and sweeping the Quartet. Seeing this, Gan Xiong faintly flashed a cold cold light in his pupils. I don't know if it's the contempt and hatred of Yan Yi's eighteen horsemen, or the jealousy and chagrin of some existence.

Landing on the platform and sweeping the Quartet, Yi Yang only felt that his mood was agitated, and he had a momentum that overrode the world.

In the eyes of countless soldiers and civilians, Yi Yang was dressed in a rich brocade robe, full of grace and luxury. Coupled with his abundant and handsome appearance, he looks a little arrogant and domineering.

His gaze swept over the surroundings one by one, and Yi Yang finally looked at Boss Yan, his eyes full of inquiry. Everything was handled by the latter, and he just had to do it.

Seeing Yi Yang's gaze, Boss Yan looked solemn, and suddenly stepped forward and came to Yi Yang's side, and then under the attention of everyone, I saw him wave his hand casually, and suddenly a streamer pierced the sky, suddenly rising to the sky, suspended in the sky.

Many people looked up and saw a red flag fluttering in the wind, like a wave of blood, releasing a vigorous breath.

"Yan Yi Banner!" Some people with extraordinary knowledge quickly recognized the origin of the flag, which was the symbol of the Mobei Army, Yan Yi Banner, one of the treasures of the Yan King!

Flag hunting, eye-catching.

At this time, Boss Yan took a step forward, faced many soldiers and civilians, and shouted: "Can you recognize the king's flag?"

The whistling sound was rolling, like thunder and turmoil, resounding up and down Yandu, and shaking the hearts of millions of people.

"Acquaintance!"

"Acquaintance!"

"Acquaintance!"

......

The fierce responses were like a flood of waves, rolling and tumbling one after another, one after another, making the vast square roar inside and outside, and the sound was majestic.

Gan Xiong glanced at it, and the expression in his eyes couldn't help but be ugly, he was like a tiger standing on the Dianjiang platform, and his squinted eyes looked at Boss Yan coldly. Obviously, he didn't expect that the latter would be able to arouse the excitement of the crowd and win the people's hearts with a Yan Yi flag.

"Can you know the king?"

Ignoring Gan Xiong's sharp gaze, Boss Yan was tall, raised his hand and pointed directly at the statue of King Yan behind the stage.

"Acquaintance!"

"Acquaintance!"

"Acquaintance!"

......

The crowd was excited, and the fierce voices were wave after wave, and the sky above the square was full of rolling and whistling terrible waves and shouting, surging in the void, stirring the wind. The violent aura spread, rendering the hearts of countless people.

Boss Yan suddenly looked back, his eyes looked at Yi Yang, his eyes flickered slightly, and he glanced at Yi Yang imperceptibly. The latter suddenly understood, raised his hand lightly, and pulled out the king's sword hanging from his waist with one hand.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword resounded, and the sword of the king suddenly flashed with cold light, pointing to the long sky.

"Can you recognize Wang Jian?" Boss Yan howled again and again, and the crowd still roared wildly, responding one after another, and the crowd was excited.

Seeing this, Gan Xiong's eyes flashed away, and then his gaze swept over and fell directly on the king's sword in Yi Yang's hand. He took a closer look, and then his eyes flashed, and a flash of essence disappeared.

At this moment, Boss Yan raised his hand and took advantage of the high sentiment of the crowd to officially announce Yi Yang's identity.

"Wait!" Suddenly, Gan Xiong drank coldly, stepped out of the group, and strode towards Yi Yang.

"Presumptuous!" Yan San and Yan Er were in a horizontal shape, and instantly stopped in front of Gan Xiong, preventing the latter from approaching Yi Yang. After all, at this critical moment, they didn't dare if this old guy would do anything out of the ordinary.

"Get out of the way!" Gan Xiong's eyes were calm, his face was not angry, and his deep gaze stared coldly at Yan Er and Yan San, and his momentum was compelling.

"The young master is here, the old marshal please respect himself!" Yan Er's gaze did not back down, and he looked back at Gan Xiongdao coldly.

"Hmph, what young master, how can Ben Shuai not know?" Gan Xiong smiled coldly, glanced contemptuously at Yi Yang, who was calmly watching him, and said, "Do you want to tell Ben Shuai that this guy who hasn't even grown his hair will be the future king of our Mobei?"

"Gan Xiong, you don't want to be presumptuous!" Hearing Gan Xiong's extremely contemptuous voice, Boss Yan, who was originally cold-eyed, suddenly became angry, looked back and stepped forward, and stopped in front of Gan Xiong, and the rolling momentum tightly enveloped each other.

"The young master is the descendant of the king, even if he is still young, but the bloodline cannot be changed, and it is natural to inherit the king's will. Gan Xiong, as the marshal of the three counties of Mobei, you are deeply favored by the king, and today the young master returns to accept the king's will, do you want to abandon the king's grace and hinder the inheritance of the king's will?"

As soon as Boss Yan said this, the pupils of the many generals standing behind Gan Xiong all contracted violently, and their faces changed drastically. The former's words are heart-wrenching, and they are intolerable words of the world. If Gan Xiong really sits down, then even if the latter's strength is monstrous and his power is extraordinary, the vast desert north will definitely not be able to tolerate him.

The people of Mobei are fierce and ruthless, but compared with the people in the interior of the empire, they are more trustworthy, loyal and righteous, and benevolent. Therefore, nearly 10 million people in the three counties of Mobei are all loyal and righteous, and the most despised treacherous and ungrateful rebels.

Therefore, if Gan Xiong really showed the slightest rebellion, I am afraid that all of them will not be able to get out of this square today.

Millions of soldiers and civilians are united, and even if a king-level figure comes, it will be difficult to resist.

At this time, Gan Xiong's face was also heavy, his eyes looked at Boss Yan coldly, and a monstrous cold light flashed in his pupils. The latter's 'slander' is enough to plunge him into a place from which he will never recover.

As the generals competed on the stage, the endless crowds in the square also fell silent, holding their breath one by one, raising their eyes and looking at the scene on the stage. Many people are even looking forward to what the next outcome will be? Could it be that Gan Xiong really wants to raise an army to rebel?

Some people have some doubts in their hearts, and they can't help but have some complications in their hearts. They are loyal to King Yan and establish King Yan as a belief in their hearts and respected from generation to generation. However, since the fall of King Yan, Gan Xiong has been in power for more than ten years, and he has also made great achievements in Mobei, and his prestige is also deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Therefore, if Gan Xiong rebelled, many of them were afraid that it would be difficult for them to make a quick decision, whether to continue to follow the late King Yan or support the old marshal Gan Xiong?

The scene was silent, the atmosphere gradually became depressing, and many people were short of breath, and they only felt some heavy pressure in their hearts.

On the platform, Gan Xiong's eyes flickered, and there was a cold beating constantly. Obviously, it is not difficult to see that his heart is also struggling, and he seems to be a little hesitant.

Yi Yang held the sword of the king, his eyes flashed slightly, with his keen mind, how could he not guess Gan Xiong's complicated thoughts at this time. Suddenly, the blade of his sword flashed, and the sword of the king suddenly pointed at him, and the sharp tip of the sword suddenly pointed at Ganxiong.

"The sword of the king can kill the rebellious, can punish the evil ministers, and the generals cannot object. Yi Yang's calm and fluttering voice echoed on the stage, and suddenly everyone in the audience had their eyelids jumping, and their hearts trembled fiercely.

Good guy, before he began to take the throne, he was going to threaten to behead the generals, but he was really bold and murderous!

All the generals were awe-inspiring, and Hedu understood that Yi Yang was by no means as weak as he appeared to be, at least his mind and will were absolutely firm.

Hearing Yi Yang's fluttering voice, even Ganxiong couldn't help but have a slight condensation in his eyes, and the former's words were undoubtedly a warning to him.

"Fox fake tiger guy!" Gan Xiong sneered secretly in his heart, then looked at Yi Yang, and then froze on the king's sword in the latter's hand little by little. His eyes flashed, and then he sneered: "Commander Yan, the sword of the king is the sword of the king's battle, and it is a symbol of the king's identity, and it is extraordinary. This kid took out such an ordinary and mediocre inexplicable iron sword, did he just want to get away with it? Hmph, Commander Yan, is this when the soldiers and civilians of Mobei are all blind?"

Hearing what Gan Xiong said, Yan Yi's eighteenth horseman's face became extremely difficult to look at. The former's remarks hit the nail on the head in one fell swoop, and they were instantly at an impasse.

The divine sword was sealed, and there was no spirituality, so naturally it could not be compared with the divine power of the year.

"Why? Can't you say an excuse? So it seems that your commanders can be regarded as acquiescing that this so-called 'King's Sword' is just a fake, and even, the queen you want to confirm is also an impostor, right?" Seeing that Yan Yi's eighteen horsemen were silent, Gan Xiong suddenly felt like a big victory, and his words were even sharper.

"Ganxiong, don't talk nonsense!" Boss Yan shouted with an angry face.

"Ben Shuai is talking nonsense, that Ben Shuai, may I ask Commander Yan, how to explain the authenticity of this king's sword?" Gan Xiong caught the sore foot, and step by step he wanted to step Yan Yi's eighteen horsemen into hell.

"The sword of the king was the sword of the king's war back then, and when he fought the imperial capital with Wang Li, the king's body fell, the king's battle was banned, and the divine power naturally disappeared and could not be released. Therefore, today's sword of kings cannot be compared with those of the past, and can only be reduced to ordinary mediocrity. Being aggressively forced by Gan Xiong, Boss Yan could only grit his teeth secretly and explain coldly.

"What nonsense!" Gan Xiong waved his sleeves and scolded with a sneer, obviously not agreeing with Boss Yan's explanation.

"This commander is iron-clad, and it hasn't reached the point of talking nonsense!" Boss Yan defended with a cold face, and said: "As long as the divine sword can be unsealed, the divine power will naturally recover, the spirituality of the king's sword will naturally recover, and the war sword should regain its glory." ”

When Gan Xiong heard this, he sneered even more, he squinted at Boss Yan, and said with a contemptuous smile: "Since this is the case, then please ask Boss Yan to unseal the Divine Sword and distinguish the authenticity of the King's Sword." At the same time, it is also good for the soldiers and civilians of Mobei to admire the power of the sword of the king's war. ”

“......”

Boss Yan's expression suddenly sank, and the anger in his eyes flickered and fluctuated. Suddenly, Gan Xiong's words instantly caught his shortcomings and made him speechless. The divine sword was self-proclaimed by King Yan, where would ordinary people know how to unseal it? If he had known the method of unsealing, where would he wait until this moment?

Undoubtedly, Gan Xiong took a fancy to this, and he would use the sword of the king as an excuse to launch a series of stormy bombardments against him, aggressively pressing, and making him retreat step by step until he ...... Defeated and retreated to Mobei.

Suddenly, Yan Yi's eighteen horsemen's faces also became heavy, and they were silent one by one, all of them were forced to be overwhelmed by Gan Xiong. The latter's rhetoric and calculations were really old enough, and they took a fancy to their fatality at a glance.

If the King's Sword can't distinguish the authenticity, I'm afraid that Yi Yang's identity verification will not be able to proceed as usual, and Gan Xiong will definitely use this as an excuse to beat them into despair and reach a dead end.

However, just when everyone was silent, secretly sad and indignant and unable to deal with it, suddenly a suspicious voice sounded slowly on the stage.

"Is that so?"

A calm voice suddenly came, causing everyone in the audience to turn their heads and look towards the source of the sound.

Suddenly, I saw Yi Yang, who was guarded by Yan Yi's eighteen horsemen in the middle on the stage, gently raised the king's sword and pointed straight at Gan Xiong's throat.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked. Just because the sword of the king at this time is no longer the ordinary and mediocre before, but the whole body is flashing with scarlet luster, and the sword body is rippling, releasing a scarlet breath, majestic and surging, as if the sword body contains a terrifying sea of blood waves, so that everyone in the audience can feel the oppression of that palpitation.

Sword of War!

Everyone's faces changed drastically, and they all instantly understood the origin of that might, which belonged to the spirituality of the king's sword, and the bloody divine power generated by the countless killings of King Yan back then.

Yan Yi's eighteenth horse all looked stunned, and turned his head one by one, looking at Yi Yang as if he had seen a ghost. They have kept this sword of the king for more than ten years, and they have never found the slightest way to unseal it, but they didn't expect that the latter had just obtained it for half a day, and the magical ban that had stumped their eighteen peak powerhouses for more than ten years was lifted in this way.

The eighteen horsemen looked at Yi Yang up and down one by one, as if they wanted to see the latter through. However, when their gazes fell on Yi Yang's other palm, their gazes flickered, and then they vaguely understood.

The heart of Guy Yi Yang's palm was still trickling with crimson blood!

Amazingly, the sword of the king is unsealed, and the blood of the queen's descendant is the key!

"Is that so?"

Ignoring the complicated gazes coming from around him, Yi Yang pointed at Gan Xiong and asked calmly. That aggressive attitude shocked everyone in the audience, but it also made De Ganxiong's old face instantly change and become extremely gloomy and ugly.

Obviously, Yi Yang suddenly unsealed the Sword of the King, and undoubtedly slapped Gan Xiong hard, making the latter lose face.

"Now can you tell the authenticity of the King's Sword?" Yi Yang's eyes were sharp, and he swept over the many high-level generals on the stage one by one, and asked in an indifferent tone.

Hearing Yi Yang's voice, the faces of many generals suddenly changed slightly, and their eyes flickered one by one, but they didn't dare to look directly at Yi Yang's eyes. In such nervous times, they did not dare to speak out at will. Although the facts have been decided, who of you does not rely on Ganxiong's snort to survive? If you echo Yi Yang at this time, it will undoubtedly be equivalent to echoing Yi Yang's slap in the face and trampling on Ganxiong's face.

If this is the case, I am afraid that after today, even if Yi Yang can inherit the throne, they will not be able to stabilize in Mobei. After all, Gan Xiong's prestige is extraordinary, and his strength is also world-famous, they don't believe that Yi Yang can be safely suppressed in Mobei.