Countless guests looked at the handsome young man passing in front of them, and couldn't help but feel in a trance, as if they had a virtual feeling of unreality.
True beauty does not distinguish between race, gender and age. God seemed to have given the best to this young man, making them feel like a puddle of mud thrown out by Nuwa.
"You're really good-looking. Orthodox spokesmen are now all looking for good looks. The invasion of Hallyu culture is not shallow." Zhou Chen muttered in a low voice among the crowd watching the ceremony, feeling a little weird.
Although he thought that he was also very handsome and had a superb temperament, he really had to admit that compared to the young man who walked in front of him, he was a complete loser.
This gap is as if the boy's appearance and temperament are comparable to the noble and handsome Elf King Thranduil in the movie "The Hobbit", but he is just a slightly more handsome dwarf soldier. Damn it, it's really sad.
"Of course, Brother Yao, it doesn't mean that you are not good-looking, but you have to understand that there is a mountain as high as a mountain!" Zhou Chenshun explained to Si Yao.
He felt that if Si Yao entered the world of the Hobbit, he could still strive to become the Elf King, uh, an ordinary woodland elf soldier under his command. As for going higher? Don’t even think about it!
"If you can't speak, just shut up!"
Si Yao, who was hit twice in one day, was a little bit crazy, and he yelled and scolded regardless of his usual demeanor.
Zhou Chen curled his lips and said nothing, but felt secretly happy in his heart, finally seeing the depressed look of this sultry man who thought highly of himself.
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"Congratulations, Zhenjun!"
The ceremonial officer wearing a red robe and a futou took the lead in singing the promise loudly among the crowd in ancient costumes.
"Congratulations, Zhenjun!"
Everyone watching the ceremony bent down to meet Li Longyuan who was about to enter the middle door, bowed respectfully, and celebrated loudly. For a while, the sound was like a tide, and the momentum was overwhelming.
The red door of the Zongsheng Palace was slowly closed immediately, blocking the sight of everyone outside the hall. Next was the ancestral temple to worship the ancestors. Foreigners were not allowed to make noise, watch, or enter without permission.
"What, is this the end?"
Zhou Chen was a little confused. Shouldn't the succession ceremony of the true king be such a grand and grand event? Why did he just glance at this startling look and say nothing more?
"It's not that the ceremony is over, it's that we only deserve to see it here." Si Yao sneered, with disdain in his eyes.
The elders of the clan are really feudal and pedantic old die-hards. Not only have they regarded their three surnames as retainers for generations, but they also do not forget to maintain the mystery of ancestor worship in the ancestral temple and clearly draw the boundaries between the clan and branch families in order to maintain
own absolute authority.
But they should not forget that the outside world has already entered a new era, and the feudal monarchy of two thousand years has been overthrown for a hundred years. If they still want to use this set of loyal thoughts to restrain the young mixed races of the three families, it is simply a fool's dream.
I want to see how much confidence your chosen successor can bring to you?
Among the people watching the ceremony, there were by no means a few young people who had the same idea as Si Yao. They came from orthodox families and had good backgrounds, but this did not mean that they would regard a direct son of the clan who they had never met as their master in the future and do whatever they wanted. They,
Not convinced!
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In the world of Zongsheng Palace, there seems to be no concept of the rotation of the sun and the moon or the alternation of day, because the red sun always hangs high in the sky, blooming with a gentle but not blazing light.
Three moments of time flowed by calmly like a long river, without any rush or delay, without leaning to either side.
The crowd outside the palace still showed no sign of dispersing. They were waiting for an opportunity to "force the palace".
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In the Zongsheng Palace, countless square tablets made of red sandalwood are lined up in the ancestral temple. Li Longyuan, who has been incense-burning, is kneeling on the oblate futon, his figure is as tall and straight as a spear, and he is strong and high-spirited.
Behind him, an old man in a square Tang suit stood with his hands behind his back, his energy and blood all over his body were like a furnace, and his eyes were shining brightly.
One of the only seven surviving elders of the 61st generation of the Li family, Li Chu.
"Long Yuan, the people from the separated families are still gathering outside, are you ready?" The old man's voice was thick and full of energy, completely unlike someone whose age had expired.
Li Longyuan stood up and did not reply. His eyes only stayed on the lowest tablet for a short while, and he coldly picked up Tai'a and left with a puff of sleeves.
The old man in Tang suit looked at the majestic young man passing in front of him. He didn't get angry. He just looked back at the newly made black tablet with thoughts in his eyes.
Once upon a time, that young man with a cheerful smile was also so heroic and majestic, looking down on all living things like an emperor.
The true king of the previous generation was Li Che. The son of the current head of the family, Li Chengqian, died on Jiachen, Wuzi, Moon, Year of the Dragon, Gengchen, and was buried at the bottom of the Greenland Ice Sea.
"My child, after all you have embarked on the same path as your father. I wish you good luck."
The old man muttered to himself, slowly closed his eyes, and his breath gradually became weak.
He is very old, so old that he can only survive in this small space.
The middle door outside the palace opened wide, and a young man in rich clothes came out with his sword in hand, like an emperor on a patrol.
"You look up to the king, do you intend to assassinate the king and kill Jiaxie?"
The handsome young man looked at the crowd gathered around him and said something shocking.
Everyone outside the hall suddenly became panicked. They did not expect that after the ancestral temple, the heir of the ancestral family, his original gentle temperament would become as sharp as a sword coming out of its box, directly tearing apart their pretense of preparing to gather a crowd to challenge the monarch's power.
"How dare you claim to be king, a child with a yellow mouth?" half a hundred elders of the branch family stroked their beards and shouted angrily. He was also a well-respected figure in the outside world, how could he be lightly insulted by a child's words?
Li Longyuan looked at the old man who had spoken with anger, and the flames burst out in his golden eyes. The crimson color inside them was like the eruption and overturning of volcanic lava, carrying the power of annihilation.
"Bang!"
A substantive dull sound sounded, and the golden eyes of the branch elder were extinguished uncontrollably at this moment. With just one glance, he completely lost the advantage of being a mixed race, and the pressure of his blood even made him weak.
Legs trembling.
"The lion king who leads the lions will only abdicate under one circumstance, and that is when a new strong man appears to take his place. Today, if any challenger among you can defeat me, I will give up the title of the orthodox true king!"
The young man no longer focused on the elder, but looked at everyone present and said.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The blazing golden eyes scanned the crowd, and the guests who looked at him subconsciously lowered their heads, and they were horrified by the original pressure from their bloodline.
Some people in the branch are too far away from the battlefield of hybrids and dragons, so far away that their will has been lost in the compliments and lavish lives of ordinary people, as if they have forgotten that this is an era of strong predators and strict order.
Only a few young people took a step forward to face the terrifying majesty of the Dragon King. Those who felt timid without fighting would never dare to be brave again.
"Very good, you only have one chance, I hope you can seize it."
Li Longyuan looked at the two men and one woman walking towards him, with a cold smile on his lips.
"The status of the king, the authority of the king, and the glory of the king cannot be shaken, cannot be peeked at, and cannot be questioned!" He slowly opened his arms like a black emperor in a dream, and there was such a voice in his body.
It seemed like he was mocking the three people in front of him. How could they, mere mortals, dare to kill gods?
"Rumble..."
The ground of the Yunshang Palace began to tremble. Countless precise and tiny metal gears were rotating in secret places. The white clouds and mist that filled the surroundings thinly dissipated. The stone bricks in the center of the outside of the palace fell layer by layer and formed a ring shape toward the surroundings.
It spreads and slowly forms a vast building similar to the ancient Roman Coliseum.
Visiting guests are all amazed by the peak alchemy technology of the orthodox forefathers. The exquisite design and meticulous conception of this ancient palace are no less than that of His Highness Norton, the twin son of the King of Bronze and Fire.
At this time, the crowd watching the ceremony were scattered on the seven-level bluestone steps, with all their attention focused on the four figures at the bottom.
Li Longyuan was dressed in a beautiful lapis lazuli robe, barefoot, standing with his sword in the south, the light in his golden eyes was cold and fierce. The other three people were arranged in a zigzag shape and were slowly walking towards him.
They are all the best mixed breeds among the young people from the three surnames. No one will take it lightly during a real battle. They are not taking action at this time, but are just observing the unfamiliar duel venue around them, looking for favorable opportunities.
The arena paved with bluestone bricks has a radius of 100 feet, and at this moment, the straight-line distance between Li Longyuan and the three of them is less than 100 meters. This distance can be reached in just a few seconds with the physical fitness of a mixed race.
The murderous intention is imminent.
"Give him a few bullets to try first."
Si Yao, in a white shirt, took the lead in taking out two specially modified silver P229 pistols from his trousers pockets. Each gun magazine was filled with 12 rounds of large-caliber anesthetic ammunition.
He stood at the outermost edge of the three people, sneered, raised the gun with both hands, and shot.
The light of the golden eyes is bright and dazzling. The word spirit, instant and fourth level is activated, with a speed increase of 16 times. Within one second, twelve bullets pour out along with the flames, flying towards the boy not far away like a thrilling flower of hell.
go.
If he had used alchemy bullets just now, the target's limbs and head would have been pierced. He is a natural marksman and will never miss his target.
Word Spirit Moment, Sequence No. 72 of the Periodic Table of Word Spirits, increases the releaser's own speed to 2 times, and can be stacked repeatedly (each time it is stacked, it will increase by one level, and the speed will become twice the previous level).
The most famous of the hybrids with this kind of spirit is one of the organizers of Kassel College in the last century, "Silver Wing" Viscount Charlotte, who can develop the instantaneous field to the seventh level with 128 times the speed, two specially made
The revolver fires 12 bullets at the same time without the enemy hearing only one gunshot, which is fast and accurate.
The reason why Si Yao can barely achieve a similar famous move with the fourth level instant is that in addition to his own faster basic speed and the greater 16-fold increase after the fourth level, it is mostly because of the recent development of thermal weapon technology.
It has developed rapidly in a hundred years. The German-made P229 pistol in your hand has a faster rate of fire and higher accuracy than the old revolver.
Facing the flower of death composed of metal anesthetic bullets, the boy made no extra moves. He just touched the hilt of the black gold sword with his right hand, then drew the sword and slashed twelve times with one breath!
The bright silver sword light flashed instantly, and the crowd watching the battle only saw the sparks constantly shooting around the boy. The next second, they clearly heard the continuous crisp sounds of dense metal bullet casings falling to the ground. Twelve anesthesia bullets ejected from the warheads.
It is cut flatly into two pieces, and the cut surface is as smooth as a mirror.
"Is this a monster?" Someone in the stands opened his mouth slightly and froze in place. You can shoot twelve swords with one breath based on your physical fitness alone. You said that your word spirit is just a moment, I believe it!
Li Longyuan's golden eyes were also full of excitement. For the first time, he truly felt the increase of blood baptism on his body.
"Then, please give Xiao Xiao a head start!"
There was a dangerous arc on the boy's handsome face. He immediately flipped his wrist and threw the scabbard of his left hand forward like a javelin. Then he stepped heavily on the green brick ground with his bare feet. The ground cracked as he drew his sword and stood up.
"Bang bang bang..."
Twelve more silver bullets flew out and accurately hit the silver-patterned scabbard of Xuan Shen. The huge impact slightly changed its straight trajectory and grazed the earlobe of the young man in the white shirt. Si Yao could even notice it.
There was a strong wind whistling in my ears, and I felt a burning pain.
There was a "crack" sound, and the scabbard was stuck diagonally on the stone wall at the edge of the martial arts field after being dodged by the target. The cracks spread quickly like a spider web, and the scabbard was even half submerged in the bluestone.
The mixed-breeds around him gasped at the sight. This kind of force could probably kill a majestic yak.