At this time, when Yin Hong lowered his head and pretended to dust off his body.

A strong and powerful tiger hug hugged Yin Hong so deadly.

"Hey, big nephew! You finally came out, Uncle is bitter! You've got to be a good friend for my uncle. ”

"Calling the shots? What's wrong? Yin Hong hurriedly pushed Kunpeng away, he couldn't believe that in this divine domain, there could still be someone bullying Kunpeng?

And it was this moment of pushing.

The crowd in the rear also arrived.

When they looked at the kid in front of them again, they were surprised.

In five years, this kid has grown up!

Although it is still a little green, it is no longer the milky little doll of the past.

In the era of the Great Shang Dynasty, the average life expectancy of the common people was extremely low.

At the age of twelve or thirteen, he was already at the age of marriage.

And the current Yin Hong.

No, it should be called Yin Hong.

Fourteen years old, not much taller Kunpeng, full of heroism.

There is already the manhood of the king.

"Yo he, you kid has finally grown up? Come, show my grandmother... Quick, take your pants off! ”

Poof-

Our Lady of Jin Ling shouted, and Yin Hong's face turned red with fright.

This... This grandmother is too unorthodox.

But Yin Hong also knows that this guy is so virtuous.

is cold in the face of outsiders, and in the face of his own people, he is a cynical goods.

Of course, he naturally didn't take her words seriously, it was just a joke.

"Greetings, Grandma Tai..." Yin Hong blushed, and could only take a few steps back, and respectfully bowed to the Holy Mother of Jin Ling.

"Yo, don't dare, don't dare, now they are all generalissimos, and this slave family can't afford it." Jin Ling's mouth was pushing, but his body bones didn't even have the mind to turn sideways.

I took this gift completely.

However, it was also Yin Hong's move that made Master Wen not far behind Our Lady of Jin Ling, which was called an old tear.

"Grown up, finally grown up. I have a successor to the soup foundation. ”

I heard Wen Taishi's sobbing in the sky.

The crown prince Yin Hong raised his eyes and looked at it, it was the old lady Wen who had loved him since he was a child.

It's just that the current Wen Taishi has undergone earth-shaking changes in temperament five years ago.

I saw that he was dressed in a simple and dark color Zhankai, just standing still, and there was a thunder snake looming between his breaths, constantly swimming up and down around his body, as if he was happy and like a protector.

It looks like a natural lord of thunder and lightning.

The moment he saw Master Wen, Yin Hong was excited.

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly dodged and bypassed Jin Ling and Kunpeng.

With a puff, he knelt down in front of Master Wen.

"Apprentice Sun Yinhong, meet Grandpa Taishi."

Seeing the prince kneeling in front of him, Wen Taishi's face was hot, and he also knelt down.

Although he said that he was worthy of the prince's kneeling, at present, he has recognized Yin Hong's status as the prince in his heart.

How can you mess up the seniority of the monarch and the minister, and besides, it is still in front of so many people.

"No, no, His Royal Highness the Prince, are you trying to torture the old minister? Get up, get up..."

Wen Taishi knelt and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and at the same time tried hard to help Yin Hong up.

It's just that Yin Hong's worship is sincere.

This is an old minister of the Three Dynasties, not only is he brave and loyal, but in his heart, he only has Dashang in his heart.

What's more, the past is bits and pieces, and Master Wen has always taken him as his own.

Conquering Beihai and going to Biyou, he has always stayed by Wen Taishi's side.

Although it was only a short year.

But the family affection between the two is difficult to give up.

It is even said that Wen Taishi's status in Yin Hong's mind is slightly higher than that of King Xu.

Who calls himself that daddy, a little unreliable?

And he is also a famous generation of faint kings.

Regardless of whether Yin Hong recognized him in his heart, the slightest hint of resistance always lingered.

After all, this is something that has been imprinted in his heart before he came to this world.

"Hey... I wonder what happened to my dad? I haven't seen each other in five years..."

Yin Hong lowered his head and let Master Wen slowly help him up, and the face of the King of Xuan kept appearing in his mind.

Just thinking about it, he shook his head.

Hmph, that faint old man, I don't know where to be happy now, what do you want him to do.

Although he thought so, his father's face became clearer and clearer in his mind.

And at this moment...

The sound of the mountain roaring and the tsunami finally pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Welcome to the crown prince!"

"Congratulations to the prince out of the customs!!"

A heroic, majestic, masculine shout began to fill the sky above this huge divine domain.

At this time, Yin Hong raised his head and looked around.

One hundred thousand divine soldiers, neatly and neatly, in pieces, as Yin Hong's line of sight passed, all in turn, kneeling on one knee and shouting in their mouths, welcoming the prince out of the customs.

Such a military appearance, such might, Yin Hong's inner blood surged up at once.

With these configurations and strengths on them, let's not talk about beating ordinary immortals.

Even if you stand there, you have to die of those immortals.

Because they are all dressed in dark silk, crocheted cloaks.

Compared with the armor and cloak on his body, although he is weak, it is definitely made of iron.

And that's thanks to the money boss's material collection.

It's just that when Yin Hong saw the weapons in their hands, his enthusiasm that was originally excited and wanted to scare the sky and the earth suddenly became half cold.

Why? ...

Because of their weapons...

It's not the standard weapons that the army should have.

It's a mess, everything.

There are bronze mirrors, there are lutes, there are rosaries, and even... There are even weapons that look like toilet brushes.

This... Ay!

The prince held his forehead and couldn't bear to look at it directly.

The original military appearance was messed up by these messy equipment, and the sense of compulsion instantly dropped countless levels.

Think about it, other people's troops, all the golden gold halberds, with bursts of gold and iron percussion, that military appearance, that battle, how mighty and majestic?

And what about these armies of your own?

Although he is dressed like a dog, it is very bluffing.

But when you turn on your weapon, why do you find a toilet brush?

Pick up a little gong?

Is this going to kill the opponent, or is it going to laugh at the opponent?

But Yin Hong is helpless, that's it, he can't make up a share...

There was also an army of nearly 10,000 men, with slightly inferior halberds and swords in their hands, standing at the back of the line.

But when his eyes swept over these 10,000 people, his face suddenly lit up!

Facing Jiang Ziya, who was in the lead, he commanded.

"Mr. Jiang, transfer the 10,000 troops behind you to my side and become the prince's personal guard."

"What?" Jiang Ziya was stunned, because the combat power of the 10,000 army was much worse than the 90,000 before.

"What's the fuss? You must know that the use of soldiers by this prince has always been strange! This... This... What is this called? Yin Hong scratched his head, and then quickly blurted out, "Yes, this is called being able to show what you can't, and using it but not showing it." ”

Don't say it, Yin Hong's words made Jiang Ziyahu stunned.

After all, this was said by the later generations of soldiers, and Jiang Ziya naturally had never heard it.

But in this realm, Jiang Ziya, who also led soldiers to fight, was stunned for admiration.

Yin Hong's attitude was even more respectful.

Fortunately, the king who could hear Yin Hong's heart was not there.

Otherwise, it must be an iron fist, smashing this kid all over his head.

If you like someone handsome, you say that you like someone handsome, what kind of calf is it here!

The key is, in these years, in the war, your army is handsome, and it is all fancy.

Those non-standard guys are really ruthless, don't you understand?