Ode to the Dragon

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Almost for a moment, no matter Wei Zhongxian and other children of Wumeng, there were many powerful and powerful family owners on the scene, or even Su Rui, who boasted that he was a descendant of the royal family.

Qi Qi's face is transient -

as the wind and snow get tighter and tighter, a burly man, escorted by an old slave in sackcloth, moves forward slowly.

There are two clear steps in the snow, steady, gentle and light.

As the pace gets closer and closer, the figure and appearance of the burly man gradually appear in front of the public, and it is also an instant to set off an uproar -

purple gold python, tuanlongpao.

The sword eyebrows, the stars and the eyes, do not be angry, do not be arrogant -

Chu Tianxiong.

"Plop -"

at the scene, a group of rich and powerful family owners knelt down to greet them: "we'll meet the king side by side, Lord Wan Fu Jin'an."

Wei Zhongxian, Wei Zhenlin, and tens of thousands of children of the Wumeng all knelt down and cried out:

"we'll see the king side by side, Lord Wan Fu Jin'an."

The momentum is as powerful as the sky.

Chu Tianxiong just looked at everything indifferently. His eyes were calm, but full of pressure.

Twenty years ago, he personally led 800000 troops and made a series of expeditions to 17 countries in one night, shaking the world.

Today, 20 years later, he appears again, still shining -

in a flash, there are only more than 100 royal guards at a loss, the expressionless Chu Feng and the stunned Su Rui.

"Too powerful, too shocking."

Looking at Chu Tianxiong standing in the wind and snow, just like the center of the world, Su Rui only has this idea in his heart.

He thinks that he is also an amazing and extraordinary man.

But in the face of this God who really shoulders a country, the whole Donghua, he felt a pale sense of powerlessness -

like a little mole ant, facing the towering Mount Tai, the sense of gap can be imagined.

"Flat out."

Chu Tianxiong put down a word in a calm voice. In an instant, tens of thousands of people in the audience stood up with reverence, fanaticism and admiration.

If it is fear from the heart to kneel down to meet Su Rui, the prince, and the strength of Su's royal family behind him -

all people respect Chu Tianxiong from the heart, just like worshiping faith!

If it were not for this man, Donghua had already died 20 years ago, and his life would have been ruined -

"are you from the Su family?"

Chu Tianxiong stepped forward, his face swept Su Rui's more and more cramped cheek, and said in a voice: "when will Yanjing get the instructions from the royal family?"

"Have you got my approval to bring so many people here?"

What seems to be an understatement is actually a sense of oppression.

More than 100 royal guards clenched the back of their swords. Despite the cold wind and snow outside, their palms were sweating -

How could they not be nervous when facing this God like King of Chu.

Although Su Rui was in a panic, he thought that he was carrying the honor of the royal family. No matter when, the royal family's face could not be lost.

"Hum, joke, when will the people in the royal family get gossip?"

Su Rui raised his head hard to make his momentum not weaker than that of Chu Tianxiong. He clenched his teeth:

"Chu Tianxiong, I warn you, you --"

Chu Tianxiong half raised his eyelids and glanced at Su Rui faintly, "what do you call me?"

Su Rui immediately felt a thump in his heart. He was staring at him as if he had fallen into the nine hell.