The Rebellious Emperor Dragon of Thunderbolt World

Chapter 12 Imperial City Sword Festival
"Reporting to the lord, this is the roster selected for the sword festival audition, please have a look."

"Well, back off."

"Yes."

The attendant cautiously retreated and closed the door, and there was only one person left in the study room. The candle was lit, reflecting the middle-aged man's heroic appearance, not angry but majestic.

Beichen Dynasty is the king of the same name, Tianxi King Beichenyin, and is also the biological father of today's son Beichen Yuanhuang.

When the deceased Empress Dowager Changsun's family gave birth, Beichenyin replaced her with a civet cat for the crown prince, laying out a grand plan for decades, and sent Beichen Yuanhuang, who was actually his son, to the position of crown prince and finally ascended the throne as emperor.

Unexpectedly, after Beichen Yuanhuang ascended the throne, he began to use bloody means to eradicate those who knew about the "civet cat for the prince". Fortunately, Beichenyin's subordinates fought hard to regain their lives.

Beichen Yuanhuang was betrayed by the courtiers, and lost in the fight with Beichen Fengxian, the illegitimate son of the former emperor Beiyu, and was expelled from the imperial city.

Beichenyin was grateful for his father-son blood relationship with Beichen Yuanhuang and his way of being a hero better than himself, so he took the initiative to accept Beichen Yuanhuang.

In the end, the phoenix fought for the front, Fenghuang lost, Yuanhuang won, and re-emerged in the Datong. They can also listen to the government at the same seat, and Beichen has the power for a while, and truly becomes the supreme nobleman of the Beichen Dynasty.The Beichen Dynasty immediately built a new capital in Chicheng, and while gaining glory, Beichenyin felt the pressure at the same time.

The confrontation between Phoenix, the change of regime, and the change of laws and regulations made the people maintain a wait-and-see attitude towards Beichen Yuanhuang, who came back from the restoration, and lost their trust in the dynasty. Generals Tie Changhuan, Marquis Shenwu and others died in court disputes, and the dynasty was in short supply of talents to formulate laws, issue administrative orders, and govern the people. That's why he suggested Beichen Yuanhuang to reopen the Sword Festival and recruit talents.

However, judging from the situation, it is not optimistic. The turbulence of the regime not only makes the people hesitate, but also many people of insight have waited and watched. The people who are now registered on the roster are just mediocre people who know that the dynasty lacks talents and come to opportunistically. Seniors, it is difficult to be a big responsibility.

"It's all swordsmen, it seems that they are limited by tradition and dare not make big moves, alas." Closing the roster, Bei Chenyin thought deeply.

In Beichenyin's view, the Imperial City lacks a master who can stand alone. Although Beichen Yuanhuang condescended to invite back an expert to replace the long-lost state teacher, but that person had a strange face and a tyrannical temperament. , in the eyes of Bei Chenyin, it is usable but not trustworthy.

"Go to the folks to have a look." With a sigh, the candles died down, and the people disappeared.

"Brother Huang, what do you think after seeing it for the past few days?" On the second floor of the inn, Yuliang Huang and Yuliang Shang sat opposite each other, looking at the sword altar not far from downstairs. Liang Shang drank the cold tea in his hand.

"There is no value in wooing."

Yuliang Shang shook his head, and threw aside the roster of so-called masters he bought casually, and there were many farces staged in the so-called masters in the sword festival competition, which made him feel very boring.

At this moment, the waiter from the inn came up and said apologetically, "You two young heroes, there is a guest who wants to share a table with the two of you to see the sword festival. Is it convenient?"

A lot of people have recently poured into Chicheng, and food and lodging are scarce, so the inn is already full, and the location of Yuliang and Huang has the best view of the Sword Festival, so it is not uncommon for some people to want to share a table. When Yuliangshang was about to ask Yulianghuang for his opinion, Yulianghuang said, "Of course."

"Okay, thank you both." Xiaoer saluted with a smile and brought him over.

"Yinchen, thank you both." Bei Chenyin, who changed into casual clothes and slightly modified his appearance, cupped his hands, "All the food and drinks for you will be counted on me."

"How is this..."

"Then we will be disrespectful." Yuliang Huang smiled and pressed Yuliang Shang who wanted to refuse.

Bei Chenyin, you dare to come out without changing your face, you are simply a disgrace to go on tour in disguise...

The first time he saw his face clearly, Yu Lianghuang had already seen through the real identity of Yin Chen. In fact, Bei Chen Yin's flamboyant eyebrows were so distinctive that it was hard for people to ignore them.

Hearing the words, Bei Chenyin didn't change a bit. He just smiled and cupped his hands, then looked towards the sword altar downstairs. After all, he is a person who has experienced ups and downs. He won't change his mood because of Yuliang Huang's little tricks. The sword sacrifice was going on, causing his brows to gradually wrinkle.

The ratio of sword sacrifices can be multiplayer or one-on-one. However, Bei Chenyin saw at this moment that many swordsmen joined forces and only attacked those whose weapons were not swords. Competing with each other is like a child's play. After a few tricks, they leave in a hurry, leaving only one so-called 'winner'.

Beichen Yuanhuang issued an order in person, regardless of the origin and weapons, all of them were treated equally, and they were all taken in front of these Beiyu traditional sword sects in terms of strength.

"Uncle, you..." Yuliang Shang raised his eyebrows, just for a moment, he sensed an aura that surpassed Yuliangxiong from this middle-aged man who called himself Yinchen, which was enough to overwhelm thousands of people prestige.

"Ah, it's all right." Bei Chenyin looked away from the downstairs, but there was no abnormality, just drinking and eating lightly: "You two friends, it seems that they are also martial arts practitioners, and I think they came to the imperial city this time for the sword sacrifice. Come."

"Ha, the situation of the sword festival is already like this. From the perspective of an uncle, is there still a need to participate?" Yuliang Huang said with a smile, and the moment he put down the wine glass, his gaze was paused.

That person is so familiar...

And Bei Chenyin and Yuliangshang also followed Yulianghuang's gaze, and saw a silver-haired young gunman in a silver-haired gray robe who walked up to the sword altar, Fang Zi walked up to the stage. The rest of the so-called swordsman heroes couldn't hold their heads up, and some people were swept out of the battle from time to time.

But more people joined the battle, but the sword appraiser on the side seemed to be unknown. Although the young gunman had extraordinary skills, he gradually succumbed to the offensive like a wheel battle.

"It's unreasonable!" He was extremely angry, and just when Bei Chenyin jumped up against the crime, and wanted to help him, and took the young gunman under his command, there was another person who was faster than him, and he raised the gun, and it fell from the sky. Everyone collapsed.

"Who dares to interfere with the decision of the Sword Festival!" the sword judge scolded.

"Ha." Yu Lianghuang sneered, pulled the silver-haired gunman up, and looked around the audience: "It's such a decision, don't worry about it."

Yuliang Huang paused, drew his gun and pointed at the audience, saying: "I've heard about the four major sword sects of the Beichen Dynasty, and I've learned it today!"

"Presumptuous!" shouted angrily, and an old man jumped up from the stage, and with his finger and sword, he aimed at Yuliang Huang's eyebrows, but was forced back by Yuliang Huang's gun.

"I don't remember the foundation of the autumn year, and I learn to refer to swords like others, shameful!" Yuliang Huang raised his head and said: "Four major sword sects, let's join together. Today, Yuliang Huang will challenge the imperial city!"

　Asking for tickets and collections, code words are not easy

　　
　
(End of this chapter)