"The Yan Yi army has regrouped, and in three days, the commanders and generals of all parties will return to Yandu. Three days later, at noon, the identity of the young master will be announced to the world. Boss Yan looked at Yi Yang with burning eyes and said, his tone was a little excited.

When Yan San and the others heard this, their eyes flashed, and then one by one they couldn't help but show excitement. They had been waiting for this day for sixteen years, and now it was almost there.

"Thank you!" Yi Yang grinned, holding on to the pain all over his body, and bowed down towards Boss Yan and Yan San and the others. Although the other party is his father's old general, he has never met him, and now he is doing his best to escort him, Yi Yang is naturally quite grateful in his heart.

He didn't care about the throne of King Yan, what he cared about was that the foundation that his father had worked hard for back then must not fall into the hands of traitors. Moreover, Yi Yang also wanted to inherit his father's will and lead the three armies of Mobei to shock the world, and restore the glory of the year for Yan Yijun and King Yan.

Twenty years ago, King Yan was indeed brave and powerful, but it was only a few years, which can be described as a flash in the pan and regrettable. Therefore, Yi Yang was determined to continue his father's will and revive his father's prestige as King Yan.

Especially sixteen years ago, those who calculated their fathers and turned their backs on their fathers will be found one by one, so that they will regret the choices they made back then.

"Escorting the young master is the will and goal of our Yanyi Eighteen Cavalry. Therefore, in the years to come, the young master does not need to be so serious. Boss Yan shook his head lightly and reached out to support Yi Yang's figure.

"In the last three days, I have rested a lot and tried to stay at the peak. At the ceremony three days later, I am afraid that Gan Xiong will not give up easily, and will definitely provoke in front of the whole army. Therefore, whether the young master can succeed or not depends on the young master's own efforts. Boss Yan reminded with a solemn expression, which made De Yan San and the others all look heavy.

Sensing the strange expressions of everyone, Yi Yang nodded with a smile and said confidently: "All the commanders, rest assured, no matter what kind of test I will go through, I will not give up easily, and I will definitely work hard to shatter the dream of Gan Xiong's old horseman." ”

"I believe in the strength of the young master!" Yan San looked at Yi Yang with a firm smile and said.

"I believe it too!" Yan Qi's eyes flashed, and he smiled: "If anyone dares to stop at that time, the young master will just kill him ruthlessly, and if something happens, Yan Qi will give you resistance! If you really break the sky, Yan Yi's eighteen horsemen and Yan Yijun under his command will also be with the young master!"

"Seventh Brother is really good at pulling tiger skins!" Yan Shisan laughed and couldn't help but joke.

"Go, old thirteen, are you itching again? Isn't it bad luck to look for the seventh brother when you are idle?" Yan Qi's teeth bited, glared at Yan Thirteen fiercely, and cut his teeth.

"Who made Seventh Brother thick-skinned?" Yan Shisan glared back and laughed provocatively.

"Grandma is a bear, Yan Shisan, you have grown guts, right? Come on, come on, accompany your seventh brother to practice?"

"Practice and practice, who is afraid of whom!"

"......" The two of them quarreled for a while, causing everyone to join in unison, and the original heavy atmosphere was also swept away and eliminated. "Yan Yi rode eighteen times, broke through the sword mountain and sea of fire, and went through hardships and hardships. The First World War was silent, but now it is reborn. Come on, brothers, let's fight the world again, and let the name of the Eighteen Horsemen be powerful. ”

Yandu, Marshal's Palace!

The heavy aura spread in the main hall, and the oppressive atmosphere continued for a long time, making the silent hall extremely deep and terrifying, like countless ambushing tigers and wolves, silently baring their fangs.

Gan Xiong sat in the first seat of the hall with a gloomy face, and his eyes coldly scanned the kneeling figures in the center of the main hall. The majestic eyes showed a terrifying fierce light, and the backs of those people were constantly chilling, and they only felt panic in their hearts.

"A group of rice buckets! So many top powerhouses can't help a hairy boy, it's really angry old man. In the silent hall, Gan Xiong's angry roar like a lion's roar resounded, and the rolling roar shook the eardrums of everyone in the hall to turmoil, and the blood of the whole body could not stop rolling.

The power of a roar is terrifying!

The panic of the few people kneeling in the main hall was even stronger, and the kneeling bodies trembled slightly, showing the panic in the hearts of several people.

The roar fell, Ganxiong's anger was still not gone, and everyone in the hall remained silent, no one dared to open their mouths to disturb easily, for fear of angering Ganxiong and being affected by the pond fish.

After venting, Gan Xiong seems to know that nothing can be done at this time, no matter how crazy he is, it has changed the fait accompli. It can't be that he killed a few people in a fit of rage, right?

Killing six top powerhouses in a fit of rage, Gan Xiong can't afford to lose even if he has a strong background. So, in desperation, he was silent for a long time, and then he forcibly endured the anger in his heart and returned to his previous peace.

"Get up, for since this matter is no longer possible, let it be put on hold for the time being. Gan Xiong waved his hand, and those people immediately thanked each other as if they had been pardoned.

"This plan was supposed to be foolproof, but for other reasons, it ultimately failed. If it weren't for the fact that Yan Yi's army was integrated in advance, Boss Yan would not have rushed to the ambush point so immediately. Again, we underestimated the target and underestimated the strength of the opponent. Gan Xiong calmed down and carefully analyzed the reasons for the failure of this serial ambush, and everyone listened carefully, and they all thought it was true.

"Since the matter can't be saved, let's talk about it, what should we do next?" After some analysis, Gan Xiong turned his inquiring eyes to the many subordinates in the main hall. One person is short, ten people are long, and Gan Xiong is happy to listen to the opinions of his subordinates.

It's just that this time is different from the past! Faced with a defeat just now, Ganxiong's anger must not have completely subsided, so everyone's hearts were very frightened, but for a while, no one responded at all, and they did not dare to speak lightly, for fear that if they said the wrong word, they would provoke the thunderous anger of the former.

Sensing everyone's mentality, Gan Xiong's brows furrowed slightly, and a look of displeasure flashed in his eyes. The anger flashed away, but then calmed down again, he turned his head to look at the first person on the left, and asked in a deep voice: "Fu Yi, as the person in charge this time, do you have any plans to hear?"

Fu Yi is the middle-aged scribe, dressed in green clothes, elegant and generous. He listened to Ganxiong's inquiry, frowned slightly, thought for a while, and then stepped out of the queue and said to Ganxiong: "Marshal, according to the opinion of his subordinates, there may be a chance to save this matter. ”

"A chance to save?" Gan Xiong couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then asked with some surprise: "What did Fu Yi say?"

"Back to the marshal, this matter is simple, the marshal only needs to send one person to challenge on the grounds of verifying Yi Yang's strength on the grounds of verifying Yi Yang's strength at the ceremony three days later. Look for opportunities in challenges to kill with one hit. Fu Yi smiled indifferently, and a cold killing intent flashed in his clear eyes.

"Challenge killing? I'm afraid it's going to be criticized. Gan Xiong pondered for a while, but immediately shook his head and rejected Fu Yi's suggestion, "If the old man sends someone to kill Yi Yang in public, although he can get rid of the evil breath in his heart, it will also cause the objections of the whole army in Mobei. When the time comes, if someone makes trouble with this, I am afraid that the gains will outweigh the losses. This is not an option. ”

Gan Xiong shook his head continuously, with an attitude that he did not want to adopt. However, when Fu Yi saw this, a cold glint flashed faintly in his slightly drooping eyes.

"Since the marshal takes into account the overall situation, then his subordinates also have a second plan. Fu Yi's smile remained unchanged, and she looked up and smiled.

"Tell me about it. Gan Xiong's forehead agreed.

"Marshal, you have been in charge of the three armies of Mobei for more than ten years, and your prestige and prestige have already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. And that Yi Yang has just arrived, even if he has the identity of the son of King Yan, he can't be compared with the marshal. Therefore, if Yi Yang's accession to the throne after three days cannot be violated, then the marshal can give Yi Yang a hard blow on the premise of prestige. Fu Yi raised his head slightly, and said with a grinning voice, but his calm words revealed Sen Sen's murderous intent.

Hearing Fu Yi's words, Gan Xiong's eyes narrowed, as if he was in deep thought. But all the people in the hall were sharp-minded, and they saw Gan Xiong's face full of excitement in an instant.

Obviously, Fu Yi's plan is very ambitious. It's just that because of some shameful faces, he can't make a clear statement for a while.

After all, Gan Xiong is still a minister of King Yan on the surface, even if Yi Yang's prestige is insufficient, but once the throne ceremony is completed, he will also be promoted to his master. If he really makes a clear statement, he will really confirm the notoriety of plotting traitors.

The suspicion of usurpation will face criticism from the people of the world.

After being silent for a long time, Gan Xiong finally opened his eyes, waved his hand indifferently, and said, "This matter is considered in the long run......

......

With the flick of a finger, three days passed quickly.

On this day, the wind is beautiful, the sun is shining like spring, bathing in the body, making people feel warm and comfortable.

In a good time, Yandu also ushered in a grand event that shook the three counties of Mobei.

It is rumored that the son of King Yan has returned with the public, and will announce it to the world today, and bring the power of the people to the throne of King Yan to revive the majesty of Mobei.

When the news spread, the generals of the three armies in Mobei were alarmed, and immediately entrusted the affairs in their hands, and marched towards Yandu in the stars and the moon, met the son of King Yan, and watched the ceremony for the enthronement ceremony.

At the same time, the military and civilians of the three counties of Mobei were greatly invigorated, and countless people of Mobei set off one after another, rushing from all directions of Mobei to rush to Yandu, and came to worship the rumored descendants of Queen Yan.

At that time, King Yan unified Mobei, and his majestic posture shook the hearts of the military and people in Mobei, and the limelight was unmatched for a while, which can be described as majestic. Therefore, when they learned that the son of King Yan had returned, many Mobei soldiers and civilians were fascinated.

As a result, in recent days, people have come and gone in Yandu, and many people have arrived from thousands of miles away, and they have heard the news from thousands of miles away. In a few days, the Yandu, which was still wide, gradually became crowded and noisy.

The crowd squeezed the swallows together. The crowd was boiling, and the bustling and prosperous were unprecedentedly prosperous.

In the side hall of the palace, Yi Yang, who had been resting for a few days, had already recovered from his injuries, and at this time he had recovered and recovered, and he was full of vitality.

Early in the morning, Yi Yang was quarreled with by Boss Yan and others. Then under the command of Boss Yan, a group of maids and maids walked into the side hall one after another holding brocade robes, and Yingying Yanyan surrounded Yi Yang's left and right.

Then Yi Yang was helplessly swayed by a group of maids, wearing brocade robes, wearing gold and jade at his waist, and entangled in a brocade belt, dressing him up extraordinarily noble, like an emperor.

"Commander Yan, is it done?" Standing in front of the bronze mirror, watching himself transform and dress magnificently, Yi Yang couldn't help but feel apprehensive. He's never worn such a good robe.

"It's still the last one!" Boss Yan smiled with satisfaction, then turned his head to look outside the hall, clapped his hands gently, and suddenly Yan Qifeng also rushed in from outside the hall, holding a stack of trays covered by red cloth, and approached Yi Yang as if offering treasures.

"What is this?" Yi Yang asked as he looked up at Boss Yan, his eyes full of confusion.

"Open it and take a look!" Boss Yan smiled mysteriously and gestured with his forehead.

When Yi Yang heard this, he stretched out his hand and lifted the red cloth curtain, and suddenly a light shone brightly, and a three-foot sheathed long sword full of treasure light and gorgeous atmosphere came into his eyes.

"This is ......" Yi Yang's eyes flickered, a little incredulous.

"The Sword of the King, the sword worn by King Yan back then, was the treasure of King Yan along with Yan Yiqi, and it was a divine sword that was powerful in the world back then. Looking at Yi Yang's suspicious expression, Elder Yan explained with a smile, "It's just that in the battle sixteen years ago, King Yan retreated, and this Supreme Treasure Divine Sword was also banned, spiritually introverted, and fell into mortal things. ”

"However, even if the Excalibur is sealed, its sharp characteristics are as strong as ever, and it is even more powerful than any other spiritual weapon. And this divine sword was worn by King Yan back then, and it is a symbol of King Yan. Therefore, when the young master returns today, if he holds this sword on the throne ceremony, he will definitely be able to win the hearts of the people and deter many small people. ”

Listening to Boss Yan's explanation, Yi Yang's heart shook slightly, and he couldn't help but reach out and hold the long sword, gently stroking the shell of the scabbard full of precious light.

"Can I pull it out?" Yi Yang asked with some expectation after a long time.

"Young master feel free!" Boss Yan smiled and nodded.

When Yi Yang heard this, he couldn't help but feel irrepressible excitement in his heart. It had been many years, and this was the first time he had touched a foreign object that his father had worn closely. The sword of the king, the sword that his father used to conquer the world, is a symbol of his status.

Thinking about it in his heart, Yi Yang's breathing couldn't stop being a little heavier. Suddenly, one hand grasped the scabbard, and the other hand lightly rested on the hilt. After a moment's hesitation, his hands slowly exerted force, and suddenly the sword that entered the sheath shook slightly, and the sword of the king was slowly pulled out of the scabbard.

However, when the long sword was unsheathed, it did not flicker as the legend, and the divine power was powerful. On the contrary, it is calm as usual, just like an ordinary iron sword, the sword body is simple, and the sword bone and blade are thick. Perhaps the only thing that sets it apart is that the blade is thinner than other iron swords, as thin as a cicada's wing, unmatchedly sharp, and shimmering in the sun.

Obviously, the Sword of Kings is a divine sword, even if it is sealed, its sharpness is still unconcealable.

Yi Yang held the sword of the king, slowly pointed the tip of his sword to the sky, and stood it in front of him to study it carefully, looking at the faintly flickering brilliance on the sword body, and at the little cold light reflected from time to time on the sword blade.

With his fingers together, he gently slashed across the sword body, Yi Yang's breathing was still, and he felt the breath of his father remaining in the divine sword. It seems that he can feel his father's majestic posture back then, and he can feel that he is a gallant, iron-blooded figure that dominates the world. The wild and domineering, uninhibited figure made him fascinated and fascinated.

That's his father!

He is the hero he has admired for a long time!

"Young master, it's almost time!" I don't know how long it took, Boss Yan's deep voice came, waking up Yi Yang, who was intoxicated.

Suddenly realized, Yi Yang raised his head and smiled apologetically, and then with a flick of his wrist, the king's sword suddenly clanged, and it fell into the scabbard accurately. With a light pull, the long sword was worn on the belt around his waist.

"Let's go!" Yi Yang said with a restrained mood and a solemn and deep expression. Boss Yan immediately received the order, and with a wave of his hand, a group of maids and maids left the side hall one after another. The eighteen horsemen of Yan Yi, who were waiting at the gate of the hall, set off one after another, and lined up neatly outside the main hall in two columns, left and right.

Yi Yang stepped out of the main hall, raised his eyes and swept the surroundings, he found that today's ceremony, Yan Yi's eighteen horsemen were not lacking, and they were all present to escort him.

"Thank you!" Standing in front of the hall gate, Yi Yang's eyes swept over the rugged and solemn, but expectant faces one by one, and the gratitude in his eyes flashed.

"Let's go!" Boss Yan took half a step behind Yi Yang's side, his eyes solemnly sighed, and suddenly Yan Yi's eighteen horses were in shape, escorted in front, and walked away towards the outside of the palace. Yi Yang was guarded in the middle, and went straight forward with the support of Boss Yan, which can be described as full of power and respect.

In the palace, the crowd retreated wherever they passed, and many maids and guards all knelt on the ground and bowed to Yi Yang. The news spread, and now everyone in Yandu already knows that the person who can be guarded by Yan Yi's eighteen horsemen must be the son of King Yan, who is the future king of Mobei and the ruler of their new generation.

In the streets, groups of guards had already been mobilized, and long queues lined up on both sides of the street, blocking the influx of people and leaving a wide passage in the center of the street. Therefore, when Yi Yang and the others walked out of the palace and stepped on the long street, they still advanced in the crowd of people on the street, all the way unimpeded, and went straight to Yandu Square.

Along the way, the flow of people was constantly surging, and one by one they were very excited, as if they had seen their idols and touched the myths and beliefs they had admired for a long time.

King Yan used to be the belief of the soldiers and civilians of Mobei, as the son of King Yan, many people in the world are in love with the house and Wu, so as to worship Yi Yang and rejoice for it.

Feeling the rolling enthusiasm from the crowd, Yi Yang couldn't help but be touched, only to feel a little enthusiastic and surging. For the first time in his life, he felt the glory of all the attention, and the feeling of being admired and awed by countless people made his blood can't help but roll, as if he was about to roar to the sky.

If it weren't for the deep atmosphere at this time, Yi Yang's identity was inconvenient, I was afraid that he would have been unable to help but look up to the sky and howl, so as to vent the fanatical emotions in his heart.