Deity of the Emperor

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Gan Ning City, a population of millions, in the land of the South Yanjiang, such a city, can only be counted as a small city.

After entering Gan Ning City, it can be found that throughout the city of Gan Ning, the materials are rich and come, often come, and they are all expensive, and there is no visual sense of a small city.

"Master, let's find a place to live!"

"Ok!"

The two walked side by side and walked toward the city.

An endless stream of people, bright clothes, on both sides of the street, hawkers all over, quite a scene of prosperity.

At this moment, Qin Chen did not appreciate these scenes, but looked around.

"Ning Wang Pavilion!"

Walking on the street, I suddenly saw a pavilion.

The pavilion, which is hundreds of meters high, stands in the city and is very conspicuous.

"It is said that this Ning Wang Pavilion is the industry of Gan Ning Cheng Ganjia, not only for the purchase and sale of medicinal herbs and spirits, but also for living."

"Then stay here!"

"it is good!"

The two lifted their feet into the hall.

"Two guests, what do you need to help?" A young, well-dressed young man, at this moment, respectfully respected.

"Buy something, by the way, in the Ningwang Pavilion, live for three or two days."

"Okay, please come with me."

The young waiter, who was polite and apparently trained very well.

"My sword is the sword of my family. It can't be fake. Why do you say it is fake!"

As the two left as the waiter left, an angry voice suddenly sounded.

In this large hall, this figure is enough to attract everyone's attention.

Seeing the gaze of other guests, the manager immediately shouted: "Hold his mouth and throw it out."

"Come on, help."

The boy hurriedly shouted at the moment.

Juvenile tiger head and tiger brain, about sixteen or seven years old, looks like Qin Chen's age, a short hair, quite refined, dressed in a light blue gown, a belt around his waist, hands holding the handle sword.

"Ancestral Excalibur?"

The manager suddenly laughed and said: "You don't even say that we are a big bully in Ning Wangge store. The signboard of our Ning Wang Pavilion is not something you can stupid."

"You sword, rusty, tell me what seven soldiers, let me play?"

"Rolling, otherwise I wouldn't be polite."

Qin Chen and Shen Wenxuan are two people, but they are still at the moment.

The waiter smiled faintly: "Let the two guests laugh. Ning Wang Pavilion is the largest trading cabinet in Gan Ning City. There are many people in the restaurant. It is inevitable that some people will encounter fish."

"Go, Master!"

"Ok!"

At this moment, the rage suddenly sounded.

"My sword Xiaoming is the descendant of the Jiansheng Sword Mountain. This stalked sword is the ancestor of my family, the Yinshan Juggernaut."

As soon as this was said, Qin Chen stepped down.

At that moment, the manager laughed and said: "Jian Xiaoming? Your swordsman is now going down, and he has offended the Burning House and the Musician. The two families have already forced your swordsmen to die."

"If this sword is really a dry sword, your swordsman has already taken it out to withstand the debts owed. How can it be taken out now?"

"Less here is swindling and cheating!"

"I do not have!"

Jian Xiaoming shouted at this moment: "This is what I got in the ancestral land of my ancestors, that is, the sword of the dry, the sword of the Seven Spirits, which was created by the Nine Emperor of the Year and presented to my family."

"My ancestors, the oldest grandson of the Nine Emperor, the love of the Qingyun Supreme!"

"I am!" The management suddenly took a sip and said: "The family of the surname sword, I don't know how many, you said that your swordsman is, that is ah? Moreover, Jianyin Mountain? That was the door that was ousted by Qingyun Zun. The disciple, even if you are really a descendant of the sword,

There is nothing to show off. ”

"Hurry up, roll quickly, delay the business of Ningwang Pavilion, you want to die!"

At the moment, Jian Xiaoming’s face rose red and hated: “Even if he was expelled, my ancestor was the grandson of the great emperor, and the sages...”

It’s just the people of Ningwang Pavilion, but they are too lazy to listen to these and start to blast.

"Jian Xiaoming, you are not too shameful!"

At this moment, a delicate, shameful laughter sounded slowly.

Outside the hall, a shadow, walking through the lotus steps, walked into the hall.

The woman's blue dress is a perfect figure, and the curvature in front of it is amazing.

"Lue Yueer!"

When Jian Xiaoming saw the woman, the look suddenly dimmed. "Jian Xiaoming, I didn't expect your swordsman to be forced to go to this place!" Next to the woman, a teenager, with long hair spread out, squatting at the top, smirked: "But I advise you, Don't think about what's wrong, wait for death.

. ”

"Crushing the fire, what about my swordsman, what are you doing with you?"

"It has nothing to do with me, but we burned the family to give you a last chance. After three days, above the dojo, your swordsman will either win in three battles, or you will be prepared to pour all financial compensation!"

The burning engine snorted and left.

That Yue Yueer is also looking at Jian Xiaoming, said: "Xiao Ming, give up the struggle, your grandfather is no longer, your swordsman, will be completely down."

"You don't need to take care of you!"

Jian Xiaoming’s face was red at the moment, and the blue veins between the necks burst, but it suppressed the anger in his heart.

In the hall, everyone gradually dispersed.

Jian Xiaoming clung to the rusted sword in his arms and was silent.

"Little brother!"

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him and smiled. "This sword, do you want to sell it? My family is interested, can I go upstairs?"

"Who is your son?" Jian Xiaoming was cautious.

"Qin Chen!"

Ning Wang Pavilion, on the second floor, is a wide resting area with a table and neatly placed.

At this moment, Qin Chen and Shen Wenxuan two, looking at the sword Xiao Ming in front of him.

"You said that you are a descendant of Jianyin Mountain, can you have a certificate?"

"Nature is there!"

Jian Xiaoming confidently filled: "In my swordsman's ancestral hall, I enshrine the image of my ancestors, that is, the iron card, and the sword."

Jian Xiaoming was very excited and said: "I got it in the sword family."

Upon hearing this, Qin Chen took a look at Jian Xiaoming and said: "You don't want to tell the truth, then I don't have to watch this sword."

"Jianyin Mountain was born in the land of nine secluded land. It is the land of the nine secluded land. It is not the people on the nine secluded continents, nor the people of the southern Yan dynasty. Where are you going?"

Upon hearing this, Jian Xiaoming suddenly looked at Qin Chen with horror.

"who are you?"

Qin Chen is not too slow to say: "Who am I not tight, this sword, do you sell it or not?" "This sword is actually very embarrassing, my swordsman is this one in the city of Gan Ning, one of the largest family, but Three months ago, my grandfather Jianmingshan accident was injured in the Nanyan Mountains. The swordsmen suddenly became chaotic, burning homes and musicians, and they joined forces to oppress.

It is more about what the three wars are. ”

"After three days, the three big families, each of the three younger generations who are no more than twenty years old, will fight for the loss of the two major families if they lose."

compensation?

Qin Chen looked at Jian Xiaoming, showing his incomprehensible eyes. Jianmingshan suffered, it seems to have nothing to do with Lejia and Burning House? How can there be a so-called loss?