Yue Yi smiled dumbly: "It turned out to be two disciples who came out to see the world, hehe, the quality of the disciples of the hundred villages is not as good as the generation, it's just that, what are you angry with them?

Yue Yi smiled and said, "Senior brother has been taught, you guys are waiting for your elders here, hahaha......"

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

The disciples behind him returned to the box one after another. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The female disciple did not spare the two of them: "Tut-tut...... Looking at your shabby appearance, you still want to see fairies? I don't take any virtue from myself, I have no strength and no background......"

Yijian and Long Ji didn't pay attention to the female disciples.

Long Ji is disdainful, and a sword is not to do much.

The atmosphere in the lobby is still warm.

The air writhed, and a breeze blew through the entire restaurant, and the power of heaven and earth fluctuated rhythmically, conveying some information.

A two-size-fits-tall, close-fitting soft armor warrior stepped out of the air and stood quietly at the door of the lobby, standing tall.

"Guardian of the World!"

The restaurant cultivators were stunned, looking at the Guardian Warrior in awe and curiosity, not knowing what he was doing here.

Yue Yi laughed and walked out of the box, and said to the Guardian Warrior: "Trouble Daoist, please!"

"Bump!"

The Guardian Warrior slammed his hands into each other, making a dull sound, arched his hand to the moon, turned around and walked outside: "Please come with me!"

Yue Qian and his entourage, including several cultivators from other boxes such as Qian Liufang, followed Yue Qian and left the restaurant.

Before leaving, Yue Yi swept the two of them disdainfully, and saw Yijian looking at him stunned, and the sneer on the corner of his mouth became more and more unstoppable: "Sure enough...... The disciples of the hundred villages are really not as good as the generation......"

"Humph!"

The female disciple snorted coldly, and with a gust of fragrant wind, she walked past the two with her head held high.

The monks were talking.

"I'm not bragging!"

"I really know the people above......"

The cultivators couldn't help but feel a little strange when they looked at Yijian and Long Ji's eyes.

Not long after Yue Yi and the others left, there were bursts of whistling sounds between the heavens and the earth, like a strong wind blowing through the valley, humming in a low voice, echoing throughout the realm of the Prince of Brave Battles.

The power of heaven and earth pulsed, echoing with the humming sound, and the mana of the whole body of the cultivators below the Jindan realm vibrated with it, and they hurriedly ran their mental methods to control the mana.

"Hoo ......"

The wind was blowing, and there seemed to be a behemoth in the sky, swimming freely.

The image of the lobby changed, and from the outside of the realm of Prince Yongzhan to the inside of the realm, ten warships with a size of 100,000 zhang lined up in two columns and slowly entered the realm.

The battleship of 100,000 zhang in size, with unparalleled deterrence, slowly landed downward, and the deep voice was made by the battleship itself!

When breaking through the halo, the thunder and lightning swayed and flowed, like countless wild pythons flying, from the bow of the battleship to the stern of the battleship, the power of heaven and earth violently stirred, and the sky of the small half of the world was covered with thunder and lightning, and most of the sky was illuminated by purple thunder and lightning.

"It's magnificent!"

"Which sect is this!"

The cultivators of the restaurant left their seats one after another, ran to the outside of the restaurant, and looked at the sky intently.

The landing site of the battleship was halfway up the mountain, and when everyone looked at it, it was just suspended above everyone's heads, and the buzzing sound of the battleship roared in their ears, and the light of some stars was blocked, and the shock was extraordinary.

"Imperial Weapon Sect Elder Fa Sheng, celebrate for the God of War!"

The elder's voice resounded throughout the heavens and the earth, and ten warships hummed, turning into ten giants standing up to the sky and the earth in the blink of an eye, kneeling down on one knee in the void and bowing their hands.

The spiritual mist of Kyushu was all attracted by the sound, and a whirlpool with an area comparable to half of the realm of the Prince of Brave Battles slowly rotated.

The cultivators were facing the whirlpool, and in a trance, it seemed to have an infinite gravitational pull, trying to suck all the cultivators into the whirlpool.

"Boom ......"

Behind the ten giants, the flames that rushed to the sky soared, rushed out of the realm halo, and exploded outside the realm, and the colorful streamers rotated in the air, forming four big characters, each of which was hundreds of thousands of zhang in size, and every cultivator in the realm could see it clearly.

"Celebrate for the god of war!"

The four big characters floated in the air, and after a few breaths, they gradually faded and scattered, falling into the forest sea below.

I don't know what kind of genius earth treasure the words are composed of, as soon as they fall into the forest sea, the forest sea in the range of a million zhang actually glows with a metallic luster, and the luster gathers, and in the blink of an eye, it becomes a battleship the size of a hundred zhang.

And that sea of forests is neatly one layer shorter.

"Oh......"

The cultivators were in an uproar, exclaiming at the magic of the Imperial Weapon Sect's battleship.

The battleship flickered and instantly appeared on the top of the mountain.

Fa Sheng's voice resounded in the sky again: "God of War, the latest battleship developed by our sect, be careful, please ask your subordinates!"

"You're so kind!"

The sound of the emperor's water resounded throughout the realm, and the battleship turned into a streamer of light and sank into the top of the mountain.

"Elder Fa Sheng, senior brothers of the Imperial Qi Sect, please hurry up!"

The ten giants turned into battleships again, and then the battleship shrank rapidly, and about a hundred or so cultivators were suspended in the air, and one of the figures waved his hand and put away the battleship.

One hundred and ten cultivators, led by their figures, flew to the top of the mountain.

The thunder and lightning in the sky did not dissipate, illuminating half of the Yongzhan Prince Realm with purple meaning, some slender black figures appeared in the realm halo, the natives waved their hands, the realm halo trembled slightly, and the thunder and lightning disappeared.

The whirlpool of Kyushu spiritual mist also dissipated.

The cultivators returned to the restaurant unsatisfied.

After sitting down, the cultivators were still talking about the appearance of the Imperial Weapon Sect, especially the battleship sent by the Imperial Weapon Sect, most of the male cultivators showed great interest.

Yijian said: "Tsk, the elder celebrates in person, and he actually half-kneels and salutes......"

Long Ji said: "It's just a half-kneeling salute, and it's not the elder himself who kneels and worships!"

"But they represent the Imperial Weapon Sect, don't they say that the Imperial Weapon Sect has bowed to Emperor Huashui?"

Long Jibai glanced at his sword: "You think too much! Thanks to your understanding of the mythological era, half-kneeling is just a ritual to meet God, ordinary and ordinary, nothing is anything!"

"Uh...... That's right! So far, in Kyushu, in addition to the God of Dreams and the God of Sword, there is just such a god of war! Tsk, it should be a little grander! Didn't I hear that other sects also had reincarnations, but now why don't they see any movement......

Yijian was puzzled.

Long Ji sighed with emotion: "Who knows, where is the matter of chasing the wind and shadows? Maybe other sects are just bragging and talking nonsense!"

Bei Fan is called the God of Dreams because of the inheritance, and Mu Xin is called the Sword God because of the body of the Sword God, just from the purity of the 'true god', it is far inferior to the reincarnation of the god of war of Emperor Huashui!

If it's more true, only Emperor Huashui can be called the title of 'god', and it should be celebrated for him, and it should be a little grander, do you guess, will the fairy world come down to people?"

"Immortals?"

A sword was stunned.

Kyushu cultivators practice hard in order to ascend to become immortals, and what immortals seek in cultivating is not to become gods?

According to this logic, the immortals should also come to worship the emperor!

In other popular terms, it may be easier to understand, the son will one day be a father, become a father, one day will be a grandfather, and it is easy to become a grandfather, but he found that his good grandson was actually the reincarnation of his grandfather!

So the question is, is it better to call your grandson? or to kneel down and kowtow and call your grandfather?

A sword slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, this is a mess, this ......"

Long Ji said with a smile: "Senior Brother Yijian doesn't need to think about it, the six major sects will definitely have a way!hahaha...... Look at Bei Fanzheng, it's been so long since you got the inheritance, and you haven't seen how the immortals are doing, don't you understand anything?"

"Huh...... Oh, you mean, ......."

"Hey, hey!"

Long Ji smiled and said nothing.

In the video of the lobby, the screen shifts to the main hall.

Emperor Huashui stood at the door of the main hall with a smile, bowed his hand, and politely led the elders and cultivators of the Imperial Weapon Sect into the main hall.

A red blanket fifty zhang wide was spread on the central axis, from the entrance of the main hall to the bottom of the main seat, and Prince Yongzhan and a little boy who looked four or five years old sat on the main seat.

There are a total of three seats in the main seat, and the seat on the right hand of Emperor Zhan is naturally Emperor Huashui, but I don't know who the little boy is.

Behind the main seat, a pair shines.

"Drunk for thousands of generations, idle painting of the vicissitudes of heaven"

On both sides of the central axis, from the door to the main seat, every other zhang, there is a jade case nine feet long and two feet high, and behind the jade case, there are elders of various sects.

The image swept over these jade cases, and only a blurry piece could be seen, and nothing could be seen.

It can be vaguely seen that behind each jade case, all the way to the wall of the palace, there are countless jade cases, which must be where the disciples are sitting.

The positions of the six major sects are closest to the main seat, and the positions of the Sword Sect and the Medicine God Sect are still vacant, and the people have not yet arrived.

Emperor Zhan raised his glass and said, "Welcome all the fellow Daoists of the Imperial Weapon Sect to enjoy your face, drink this cup!"

"Drink together!"

All the cultivators in the main hall raised their glasses together.

Through the gate of the main hall, you can see that the square outside is full of jade cases, full of cultivators, you can't see the edge at a glance, some cultivators look strange, at a glance, it is the Tao above the Divine Power Realm!

The monks in the square also raised their glasses.

"Drink together!"

Countless cultivators shouted in a low voice, their voices deafening, and the air was flooded with white waves.

Farther away, in the endless palace outside the square, there was a cultivator who was not qualified to be at the top, and could only stay in the side hall outside, and they also raised their glasses and drank together, and the cheers vibrate.

After the emperor had drunk it all, the cultivators in the main hall drank the wine in the cup, and finally the cultivators in the square raised their heads and drank the wine in the cup.

The long sleeves were fluttering, and countless palace maids shuttled between the jade cases, filling them for the cultivators.

"Drink together!"

In the lobby, some cultivators also raised their glasses to the emperor in the video, as if they were toasting to the prince!

"Drink together!"

In the restaurant in the distance, the sound of drinking together is endless.

Yijian took a sip of the heart-to-heart wine brewed by Wen Mu'er, and said: "What a big pomp! For the emperor to turn into a water alone, how many cultivators come to celebrate him! One person raises a glass, tens of thousands of cultivators Jing Cong! This imperial prince is truly noble, and there is no boundary......

Long Ji shook his head and said, "Small scene!"

"Hey!"

Yijian was almost choked by Long Ji: "Ahem...... Brother, you are a cow, or you are magnificent!"