Emperor’s Domination

Li Qi left the Immortal Palace and entered the desert where the money landed.

“Son, where are we going?” Asked Ling Yimo timidly behind Li Qi Night.

“If you have plenty of time, go somewhere and have a chance to get your sword graves back.” Li Qinight bluntly said: “But if you really want to master it, you can't do it by yourself, you have to really have something that can pass through the sword graves, otherwise, even if you do find it, it's just looking at flowers in the fog and fishing for the moon in the water. ”

Ling Yingmo hesitated for a moment and finally took out an ancient box, this ancient box was ancient color. She gave it to Li Qinight and said softly: “This, this, this is what our ancestors left behind. The ancestors said this is the key to our retrieval of the sword tomb. I wonder if the son can use it? ”

Li Qi opened the ancient box at night and suddenly had a lot of sword power. He looked at it and said: "It is true, but everything is not that simple. If you really want to bring the sword back to the grave, see if you can bear it. ”

“Me, I'll do everything I can.” Ling Yuemu hesitated for a moment and finally raised his head and looked firmly at Li Qi Night.

Although she also knew it would not be easy, she would not give up at any cost.

“That's good.” Li Qi nodded softly at night and said: “Then you will have to prepare yourself. This will be a painful journey, the pain is inevitable. ”

Ling Yingmo nodded solemnly and looked very resolutely. She was not afraid of all the suffering.

Ling Xiemu also gave this ancient box to Li Qi Night. For her, this ancient box is too important for the Ling family. It is very important to their Ling family's survival. Something so important, she shouldn't have given it to anyone, after all, it's too precious.

Besides, she and Li Qi Night met not long ago and didn't have much intimacy. But I don't know why, at this moment, Ling Ying-Mao is so trusting, Li Qi-night, more trusting than anyone. Although what was in the ancient box was invaluable and even more important than her life, it could be said that even if she lost her life, she would not give it up.

But now she handed it over to Li Qi Night, and she was relaxed inside. Instead of worrying that Li Qi Night would swallow her things alone, she felt more comfortable in the hands of Li Qi Night than in her own hands.

Li Qi Night didn't say much about Ling Yimo handing himself the ancient box, so he just put it away.

“Selling swords, selling swords, one 95% discount, two 80% discount, ten 60% discount, a hundred good discussions..." However, Li Qi Night, they haven't gone far yet, heard the familiar call to sell.

At this time, only a man carrying a marijuana bag on the beach crossing was seen selling his own bamboo sword, whilst selling it, bragging to others about his bamboo sword.

Who else would do something like this besides Prince Pingcheng?

“Fairy, my bamboo sword is in my hand, it will definitely make you more beautiful and will definitely be the first beauty of the nobleman...” At this time, Prince Pingcheng caught a group of young nuns who had just disembarked from the boat. He immediately worked hard to sell his bamboo sword. His bright face, sincere smile is very attractive and very easy to impress people.

“Are you Prince Pingcheng from Pingcheng?” A few years after being caught by Lord Pingcheng, the young nun also smiled softly and was beautiful.

After all, Prince Pingcheng is one of the three sons of the day, the famous Hehe, an extinct genius, whether in status or appearance, is very attractive, not to mention the fact that Prince Pingcheng is so close, not at all high, most young nuns are willing to be friends with him.

“Exactly, a beautiful fairy like you must come to our Pingcheng for a walk. If people can see the beauty of a fairy, they will be frightened and will be fortunate for three lifetimes.” Prince Pingcheng smiled brightly, exaggerating the sisters in front of him, but not at all exaggerating.

Many of the monks passing by smiled and shook their heads. Many people also found it interesting. The strange behavior of Lord Pingcheng is getting used to.

“Then buy one for each of us.” Finally, with Pingcheng's sincere and bright smile, the girls were moved by him and paid to buy the bamboo sword.

In fact, Prince Pingcheng's bamboo swords are not worth so much money, but many people are happy to buy Prince Pingcheng's bamboo sword, not because of the value of the bamboo sword, but because they are willing to make a friend like Prince Pingcheng.

“Take your time, fairies. Come to Pingcheng sometime.” After selling the bamboo sword, Prince Pingcheng's smile was still bright and enthusiastic.

“Ah, brother, we meet again.” While Li Qi Night was preparing to cross the river with Ling Xiemu, Prince Pingcheng appeared in front of Li Qi Night, smiling, brilliant and sincere.

“Brother, buy a bamboo sword.” As soon as he saw Li Qi Night, Prince Pingcheng immediately sold his bamboo sword.

Prince Pingcheng's appearance made Ling Yimo stand behind Li Qi Night want to laugh and dare not think about it. She couldn't understand. As Prince Pingcheng, she didn't need to be a hawker at all. She didn't need to come to sell her own bamboo sword at all, but he backed a large bag of bamboo sword to sell to people everywhere. She also wondered what it meant to do that.

“Don't buy.” Li Qinight's interest was lacking and refused.

“Brother, the first time we meet, it's a friend, the second time we meet, it's a brother, we've already met twice, that's really a brother.” Prince Pingcheng immediately stuffed a bamboo sword into Li Qinight's hands. Full of sincerity, he said: “Then this bamboo sword will be considered as a gift to my brother. ”

Li Qi Night couldn't help laughing. He also found Prince Pingcheng interesting. He took the bamboo sword in his hand and looked at it.

Pingcheng Prince's bamboo sword has nothing gorgeous about it. It is made entirely of old bamboo. It can only be said that it is carefully cut, and every detail is in place.

“Every bamboo sword is made by my own hands. Each bamboo sword has its own spirit. It is unique. Every bamboo sword is different.” Prince Pingcheng was busy selling to Li Qinight, "he said.

“Nice sword.” Li Qi's fingers gently slipped across the blade, nodded and praised.

“Right, nice sword.” Hearing Li Qi Night's appreciation, Prince Pingcheng suddenly smiled full and more brilliantly. He said with a smile: "One sword in his hand, I have it in the heavens; two swords in his hand, it is unique to all mankind; three swords in his hand, the sword walks full of...”

When she heard Pingcheng's pride in selling herself like this, Ling Xiemu wanted to laugh, and she didn't dare to laugh. She also thought that a bamboo sword could not be treasured anywhere.

“Brother, would you like to buy one? How about one for three?” Pingcheng Prince smiled and said: “This bamboo sword is taken from our Pingcheng ancestral bamboo. You know, Pingcheng ancestral bamboo is the root of our Pingcheng and the treasure of our Pingcheng. At the same time, it is a treasure of our Panlong Dao system. It represents the symbol of our Panlong Dao system. It has also been connected to the veins of our Panlong Dao system...”

At this time, Prince Pingcheng repeatedly exaggerated. If Prince Pingcheng did not mention Panlong Dao himself, everyone would soon forget that he was a disciple from Cricket Dragon Dao, and Pingcheng was just an ancient city of Panlong Dao Dao Dao Dao.

“Huh, big breath.” Just when Prince Pingcheng was selling himself out, a chilling hum sounded and said coldly: “Pingcheng, you are qualified to represent Panlong Dao Tong! ”

This sudden sound interrupted Pingcheng's words, very suddenly, many passing monks and strong people stood by to watch.

Only an old man with a group of strong brothers had just disembarked, and he interrupted Prince Pingcheng's words without mercy.

The old man was wearing a dragon robe with a big knife and a chilly chill. His whole body emitted a breath of true God. His eyes, in particular, were very sharp and he was afraid to look directly.

“is the emperor of the five holy kingdoms.” Seeing this old man, many of the strong monks present recognized him and shouted, "The five holy kingdoms have come many strong ones. ”

“Miao Lei of the Five Holy Kingdoms, it seems that Panlong Dao Tong is a drama.” There are archdeacon elders who see this old man, and they see the noise.

“Weren't the five holy kingdoms also the frontiers of the Panlong Dao system? Prince Pingcheng is also from Panlong Dao Tong, they seem to be enemies.” When a young monk saw this scene, he asked his elders in silence.

“This is the root cause of the Panlongdao system.” Some elders laughed and said.

“Why, Lord Miao, we Pingcheng cannot represent Panlong Dao system, can you five holy kingdoms represent Panlong Dao system?” For Miao Lei's words, Prince Pingcheng still smiled.

“The Panlong Dynasty is dominated by the eight-armed dynasty, and only the eight-armed dynasty can represent the Panlong Dynasty.” Miao Lei said coldly.

“Oh, you're talking about moon worship, right?” Prince Pingcheng smiled and said: "Do you dare to call yourself Orthodox? It's just a parasite of the Panlongdao system. It's just a nest of pigeons. I did not ask the Ding Dynasty for the welfare of all the people of Panlong Dynasty. ”

“You--" Pingcheng's words suddenly changed Miao Lei's face.

In the first place, let many of the people present face to face, the people who know know know know, the young people who do not know, a misty water.

“What the hell is going on here?” There are young people who don't understand, it seems that Pingcheng Prince from Panlong Dao system is not in harmony with Panlong Dao system.

“This is the orthodox battle of the Panlongdao system.” Some elders whispered: “The Panlong Dao system was created by the original ancestor Panlong, and the eight-armed dynasty now in power is the later and legendary worship of the Moon. ”

“Where's Prince Ping?” Some people also heard that Pingcheng didn't seem to see the eight-armed dynasty.

“Prince Pingcheng is a mystery.” Some elders shook their heads gently and said: "But rumor has it that Pingcheng was once the birthplace of Panlong, specifically whether it was true or not, nobody knew. ”