The best eye

Chapter 3447 Family Heirloom
"I am the Supreme Being of the Ninth Five-Year Plan. If I say to replace my ancestor, that person can only be me. When did you come here to replace my ancestor? My good brother." The emperor sneered.

"Just rely on this thing."

While speaking, a dragon-headed crutch about two meters long appeared in Jiang Yihuan's hand.

The crutch hit the ground fiercely, causing the ground to tremble suddenly, and a terrifying crack centered on Jiang Yihuan, swept towards him quickly.

This crutch doesn't look heavy, and it doesn't have the powerful feeling of a powerful magic weapon, but the moment they saw it, many people at the scene couldn't help but change their expressions, because they all recognized it.

This dragon-headed crutch is their royal heirloom, and it is equivalent to Shangfang's sword.

It was rumored that this thing had been lost a long time ago, but unexpectedly it fell into Jiang Yihuan's hands.

"How could you have this thing?" the emperor said, his voice obviously a bit inconceivable.

He has been secretly looking for this leading crutch all these years, but what he never expected was that this thing fell into the hands of his own brother.

When did he get this thing?Why didn't he receive any news at all?

"At the beginning, my father intended to make me the prince, but I didn't want to fight with you, so I voluntarily gave up this opportunity. In order to make up for me, my father gave this thing to me. Otherwise, why would you be able to sit in this place?" Location?"

"When my father appointed me as the prince, he said that this thing had long been lost. I didn't expect him to pass it on to you secretly." Speaking of this, the emperor's voice became a little different.

Because he didn't expect that there would be such a secret in it, and he was really miserably concealed.

"Father said that seeing this object is equivalent to seeing him. In front of the family heirloom left by our ancestors, if you have the ability, then kill me."

Holding on to the dragon-headed crutch, Jiang Yihuan's momentum was like a rainbow, almost overshadowing his own brother.

As the emperor, the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, but now he is overshadowed by his younger brother. If it was before, this would never have happened.

In the royal family, it is rare to appoint the eldest son as the prince, because the emperor is not stupid, and he will definitely appoint the most suitable person as the prince.

When Jiang Yihuan was young and promising, his father planned to make him the crown prince and inherit the throne in the future.

It's just that he has more than one son under him. Once he makes Jiang Yihuan the crown prince, it will be almost [-]% for them to fight in the same room. Jiang Yihuan just wanted to avoid this from happening, so he voluntarily gave up this opportunity.

And he doesn't want to be an emperor, he just wants to live a peaceful life.

But what he never expected was that his own brother would even kill his wife. In fact, he wanted to use this leading crutch to intimidate everyone at that time, but his wife's family really betrayed the empire. Even using this family heirloom may not change anything.

After all, treason is the most serious crime, unless his father is reborn, otherwise it will be difficult for him to change anything with just a family heirloom, so he can only watch his wife fall.

But the situation is different now, Wang Feng did not treason, he just avenged Jiang Yihuan, so even if he is desperate now, he will save Wang Feng.

If you want to kill this young man, you must step over him first!

If he had no support, why would he dare to be so tough?

"Seeing this object is equivalent to meeting the ancestors of our royal family, why don't you kneel down!"

An incomparably roaring voice came out of Jiang Yihuan's mouth, resounding in everyone's mind.

As members of the royal family, these high-ranking members of the royal family naturally understood what this leading crutch represented. This was Shangfang's sword. If any of them dared to mess around, they would deserve it if they were beaten to death by this thing.

In the ancestral training of their royal family, this one is true, so after hearing Jiang Yihuan's roar, even though these high-level royal family members are very embarrassed.

But the ancestors and ancestors still couldn't afford to offend them, so they could only kneel down.

As the first person kneels, the second, third, and fourth people follow suit.

Within three breaths, most of the members of the royal family present had knelt down.

They wanted to kneel when they saw His Majesty, but they still wanted to kneel when they saw the family treasure left by their ancestors, even the reigning emperor had to kneel.

If you don't kneel, you will be deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors, and you will be treasonous!
A crutch has such a great energy. Behind Jiang Yihuan, Wang Feng was also dumbfounded. Before these people were arrogant and desperate, they didn't expect that they would all kneel down when they saw the things in Jiang Yihuan's hands. Is the contrast too big?
"My good brother, this is something passed down to me by my father himself. Seeing this thing is equivalent to seeing my father. Don't you kneel down?"

"Who knows if the thing in your hand is real or not, maybe it's a crutch you forged." The emperor said, unwilling to believe that it was real.

"Since you want to identify the authenticity of this thing, then you should take a good look at it." While speaking, Jiang Yihuan picked up the dragon-headed crutch in his hand, and once again slammed it at the ground. The top exudes.

This is the special symbol of the dragon-headed crutch, and it also means that their royal family is above the nine heavens, and the nine colors are divided into one day. Even if the emperor doesn't believe it, he has to believe it.

This slap in the face can be said to be a slap, he just said that this thing may be fake, but now Jiang Yihuan personally proved the authenticity of this thing.

Looking at the ground so close to him, the emperor really didn't have the courage to kneel down, because he is the Ninth Five Supreme, a god in the eyes of thousands of monks. In this world, only people kneel to the emperor, how can an emperor kneel to others? Kneeling.

So let him kneel, he really can't do it.

At this moment, he really wanted to kill his younger brother directly and snatch the leading crutch in his hand, but he couldn't do this, because once he did, he would be deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors. The emperor, if he can even do things like bullying teachers and destroying ancestors, who will support his rule?

"This thing hits the king unconsciously, and the minister who is rebellious, your majesty, have you thought about it?" Jiang Yihuan asked.

"Your Majesty, don't be polite to him. As long as you kill him and grab the leading crutch in his hand, you are still Your Majesty, and he will become a dead man and history." The emperor shot and killed Jiang Yihuan.

But the next thing to greet him was a crutch. Jiang Yihuan picked up the leading crutch in his hand, and knocked on the speaker at once.

The dragon-headed crutch didn't look strong on the surface, but when the crutch fell, a phantom swept out from the top of the crutch, and hit the man's head all at once.

Like an iron rod hitting a piece of porcelain, this person's head was directly smashed into pieces, and even the soul had no time to escape, and fell directly.

"It's not a pity to die!"

After killing this person, Jiang Yihuan showed a look of disdain, and then he glanced at the other person who hadn't knelt down yet.

Seeing Jiang Yihuan's gaze sweeping towards them, these people were completely shocked, and then none of them hesitated, and they knelt down directly, because they were afraid that if they didn't kneel down again, their heads would also be destroyed by this family heirloom. Blast it alive.

(End of this chapter)