How did I Become Emperor?

Here comes the drama!

Lu Qian sneered in his heart, still drunk on his face: "Oh? I don't know what the magic weapon is, can it be worthy of Taifu's collection?"

"Is one of the seventy-two magic soldiers!"

Yan Tayue lowered his voice, mysteriously mysteriously said, "This divine soldier is called 'The Dragon Sword'. It was stolen from the big treasure house by the old man! Legend has it that the knife is extremely sharp, cutting dragon scales, and having more skills!"

"Divine Soldier?"

Lu Qian blinked his eyes: "If you say this, then I won't be sleepy!"

The magic soldier is the value of chivalry!

"Old saying, don't blow it! The dragon sword has long been lost. The old man followed the waste Emperor's day, begging him for a few times, and he could not see the dragon sword!"

At this moment, the old veteran side held the wine altar, drunkenly, and unceremoniously demolished the stage.

"You don't know the old sentence."

Yan Tayue coughed and said in a fine voice: "The champion Hou attacked Gui Luo Kingdom, and the dragon sword was one of the trophies. However, the champion Hou hid a secret and took the dragon sword secretly. When the U.S. soldiers lost the country, the old man sent someone to dig up the tomb of the champion Hou, and found the burial dragon sword from the inside! "

As soon as this remark came out, Lu Gan's veteran stared at each other.

This old guy is really fierce enough!

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up! I can't wait to see the true face of the dragon sword!"

Lu Qian's eyes glowed, his face couldn't wait.

"My husband is also interested!"

The veteran's path suddenly shivered.

"please!"

Yan Tayue smiled mysteriously, got up and started to lead the way.

Subsequently, the three turned the screen, entered the backyard, bypassed several corridor pavilions, and came to a fine iron gate.

"This is the old man's Tibetan Pavilion."

Yan Tayue took out the key, opened the brass lock, and pushed hard.

There was a loud bang.

There are rows of weapon display racks in front of you. On the left are long weapons such as spear sticks, forks, and forks, and on the right are short weapons such as swords, axes, and axes.

"God King, the weapon here, you can look at it casually. If you like which one, just pick it. The old man will come out with a dragon sword."

Yan Tayue closed the gate of fine iron, turned and smiled.

"it is good!"

Lu Qian naturally had no opinion.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Tayue turned and went into the depths of the Tibetan Bingge, disappearing behind the stone wall of the institution.

Lu Qian continued to perform with the veteran and looked at the weapon in front of him.

"No white or no. Lao Lu, how about this golden ring machete?"

Walking to a stone gantry, Lao Dao smiled at the broad knife above.

Lu Qian reached out and shook his head a few times, shaking his head again and again: "It's too light, it's only 9,600 pounds. Besides, the martial art of using the gold ring machete is no longer high, and generally can't live for three episodes."

"..."

The criminal veteran turned his head and pointed out: "The long urn, which was cast by the millennium cold iron, should not be light!"

Lu Qian pulled it out hard, grabbed the long cymbal and played a few times, then inserted it back: "Lightly! It's still too light! It's just 35,000 kilograms, like a wooden stick in my hand."

"Well, your physical strength is different from ordinary people!"

The veteran Taoist marveled, and looked around, and finally fell on a golden axe in the corner: "This heavy axe should not be lighter! You see, it was actually supported by the extremely hard pressing dragon stone, all stuck in the ground, At least 150,000 pounds! "

Seeing Lu Qian, she shot forward in one step, reaching out to grab the axe handle.

‘Hey,’ mentioning it hard, holding the heavy golden axe firmly in his hand, playing a few tricks at hand, immediately blowing a gust of wind.

Every blow is as scary as a break in the sky.

"This axe is good! It weighs 180,000 kilograms! Unfortunately, you can't ride a horse after wearing it, it's a chicken rib!"

Lu Qian shook his head and put the golden axe back.

Coincidentally, Yantayue came out holding a bronze box and exclaimed: "The King of God is indeed a gift of talent, born with divine power! This golden axe is so powerful, let alone ordinary people wave and attack, even if they pick it up It ’s impossible, but the King of Valor is as light as he is, and it is shocking to be free! If he is on the battlefield, I am afraid that the enemy will be frightened and frighten away! "

"Yan Fu is too rewarding!"

Lu Qian's gaze fixed on the copper box stained with green patina in his hand: "Can it be the dragon sword of one of the 72 soldiers?"

The veterans of the side also came together.

"That's right, it's the dragon sword!"

Yan Tayue gently opened the copper box and showed the sword inside in front of Lu Qian.

This is a peculiarly shaped short knife, curved like a bull's horn, light in color, and the knife's handle is only a foot and a half long, which looks very simple.

Even the light on the blade was dim, as if it was covered with a layer of gray, without the slightest cut of iron like mud, and the soldiers with haircuts and broken hair.

"God King, look, this is the dragon sword!"

Yan Tayue stretched out his hand and grabbed the blue sword, and gently touched everything on the thick halberd next to him.

tear.

Along with the sound, the long halberd cast from the 10,000-year-old cold iron was cut into two halves, and the cut was smooth like a mirror, which clearly reflected the human appearance.

"What a sharp dragon sword!"

A strange light flashed in the eyes of the veteran: "It is indeed this sharp edge that cuts jade and gold, and it really deserves the name of the magic soldier! It is said that the dragon blade is made by the supreme god, and cutting the dragon scales is as easy as I do n’t know if it ’s real?

"Although I haven't seen dragon scales, the sharpness of the dragon blade should be true."

Yanta month smiled.

"This is not really a dragon sword."

Suddenly, Lu Qian shook his head slightly, and was very firm: "Although this knife looks sharp, it is better than the Meteor Sword, but it is definitely not a dragon sword of one of the 72 soldiers! "

"Oh? Why is God King so sure? Could King God have ever seen a real dragon sword?"

Yan Ta Yue wondered.

The old veteran side also cast a curious look.

"No."

Lu Qian smiled and shook his head: "The magical soldier has a spirit. If it is a dragon sword, my purple golden dragon fist, Qianhunjing has already responded."

This sentence is naturally deceptive.

With the system's black heart, if it is true, a prompt has popped up.

"That's the case. Is this dragon knife really fake? No reason!"

Yan Tayue was full of surprise.

"Hey, Lao Lu is a multi-talented and well-informed person. Maybe this dragon sword is really fake!"

The veteran Dow suddenly lost interest.

"Oh? Is n’t the King of Dragons an orphan in Qingzhou? It is rumored that the small catch is fast, but it is so well-known and widely known. This really surprised my husband!"

Yan Tayue put the dragon sword into a copper box and asked in amazement.

"Hey, that's fake!"

Xing Laodao patted his chest and proudly said: "How noble is Lao Lu from his birth, before he said, you have to call him His Highness ..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Qian patted him on the back of Xing Lao Dao and interrupted his words: "Hehe, the old prisoner has been drinking and drinking too much nonsense. Don't go too deep into your heart."

"Cough, cough, Lao Lu, you want to kill!"

Xing Laodao was almost smashed by dozens of ribs with Lu Qian's palm, his face was pale, and he coughed again and again.

Yan Tayue looked suspicious, glanced at Lu Qian's face, and suddenly his look changed: "Mo Fei, is the blood of His Majesty the King?"

"It's just some messages that capture the wind. It's too fascinating!"

Lu Qian smiled and shook his head.

"Hey! Lao Lu, why do you hide and hold it, old words are His Majesty's most trusted confidant, and one of His Majesty's left and right arms. Why should you hide his identity? I believe that Old Yan always has awe for His Majesty Added! "

Xing Lao Dao straightened and pointed at Lu Gan: "Yes! This is the crown prince when Emperor Abandoned Emperor fled overseas!"

As soon as the words came out, Yanta Yue shook with shock, and took a step back.

Lu Gan quickly went to cover the old prisoner's mouth: "Sorry, this old prisoner is drunk and nonsense, I will take him away now."

Xing Lao Dao patted Lu Gan's hand, and he had a good idea: "Afraid! Lao Lu, you made a gratitude order to weaken the power of the Daxuan royal family, and then you entered the town of Fusi, and did a trick to occupy the nest. The strategy is to use Zhao Xuanji ’s power to help you practice! Even, you have now won the trust of Zhao Xuanji and successfully became the future master of Xuanhuangzong! Eliminate Zhao Xuanji ’s prince power one by one! In the future, as long as you achieve Wu Sheng Da You Fu Guo is in sight! "

The sound fell ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ There was silence in the Tibetan Soldier's Pavilion.

Yan Tayue's look was shocked, suspicious, happy and scared, and her pupils trembled slightly, staring closely at the landing.

After a moment, he pursed his lips and asked with a trembling voice: "God King, are you ... really Prince Dayou?"

"I am now the King of Da Xuan."

Lu Qian pondered for a moment and made a clever answer, neither denying nor admitting.

"See you, Your Highness!"

No matter how, Yan Tayue knelt down on the spot to worship.

"Yan Taifu, please hurry up, how can I be such a gift to you!" Lu Gan quickly stepped forward and lifted up.

"Old minister ..."

Yan stepped on the old tears, grabbed the hand that landed dry: "His Royal Highness, you are here just right, I will introduce you to someone."

With that said, grab the landing and go deep into the Tibetan Soldier Pavilion.

Lu Gan did not resist, and walked in his footsteps, and the old criminal side quickly picked up the copper box and followed.

Soon, entering the depths of the Tibetan Soldier's Pavilion, the authorities turned and the stone walls opened.

Boom.

The thunder exploded.

Under the soft white light of the night pearl, Lu Qian saw a tall man in a blood-stained shirt.

He stood there, as if it were a Tongtian mountain peak, with imposing momentum.

"Presumably His Highness should recognize him."

Yan stepped on the moon to wipe away her tears, her face was cold and killing, and she turned around.

At the same time, the man turned his head, and two cold lights came over with the evil spirit of thousands of soldiers and horses, making people scared.

"Crown! Army! Hou!"

When he saw the middle-aged man in front of him, Xing Laodao's pupils shrank, his face changed drastically, and the copper box in his hand couldn't hold it.

The dragon blade also fell out.

Rumble.

At this time, the layers of stone walls moved, the blockade was closed, and the long shadow cast by Lugan and Xinglao Road was engulfed, leaving only a cold dark.