Summon the Emperor System

"What is the base friend?" Liu Bei was astonished.

Zhao Hao casually said: "It's the emotion deep enough to sleep in a bed without pants, and a friendship that is deeper than a close friend."

"Oh."

Liu Bei suddenly realized, and then looked forward to: "The emperor, my second and third brothers and two old friends, when can you call me?"

"It's hard for me to say..." Zhao Hao shrugged.

"Subordinates, see the emperor."

At this time, Zhuge Liang and Zhao Yun worshipped.

"Flat body."

Zhao Hao gently flicked his sleeves, and there was a burst of joy in his heart. The two did not worship their lord Liu Bei, but only worshiped themselves. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for Liu to see the big ears?

Take a look at Liu Bei.

However, he was not embarrassed at all, and when he saw Zhao Hao's eyes, Wen smiled and leaned forward: What is the emperor's order...

"It's almost time, let's go."

Zhao Hao's expression cleared: "Today, I am going to have a battle to win the enemy's commanding seal among the three armies of the enemy country. The storm is about to begin."

...

Outside the imperial city of South Vietnam.

early morning.

School field.

A square battle platform with a length of 300 meters and a height of 20 meters, domineering and mighty, stands in the center of the vast land.

Around the battle platform, full-armed and armored soldiers are spreading across the city. A densely packed black armored warrior, each face is full of ruthlessness, and the eyes are full of fierce light.

That is the army of million wealthy wolves in South Vietnam.

On the periphery of the army of millions, the heads of countless people of the South Vietnam were surging, enclosing layer after layer, circle after circle.

The emperor will fight against the prince, and the country will be determined in a battle. This event that has shocked the country has attracted the attention of the whole country.

For South Vietnam, this is a huge event, a rare event in a century. In this world, the strong respects the strong, and everyone is happy to see such a scene.

At this moment, in the middle of the domineering battle platform, a fierce and fierce old man with white hair, with his hands on his back, his chest straight, stood tall, with fierce eyes staring at the square.

An invisible coercion was released from his body, permeating the earth.

Looking at Zheng Heng, who is astonishingly majestic on the battle platform, the people from all directions admire and worship like myths.

This is the national pillar of their South Vietnam, the Taishan Beidou on this land, the number one master of the South Vietnam with a higher reputation than the emperor, Wang Ye Zheng Heng.

For the people of South Vietnam, today is the battle between Zhao Hao (Zheng Fen) and Zheng Heng. After today, their prince will become their emperor.

Zheng Heng, he has already arrived early. Now, people all over the country are waiting for Zhao Hao.

From the dawn of the morning sun, until the sun went up three poles, then to the scorching sun, the sky was shining, and then the sunset was full of red clouds in the Xishan Mountains...

It was getting dark.

Millions of eyes stared dryly in the direction of the Palace Avenue, from excitement, to anxiety, irritability, to exhaustion...

Why didn't the emperor appear yet?

Didn’t you say you’re good for a duel today? It's already evening.

The emperor's own challenge, is it that at a critical moment, he will fail to speak and stage fright?

Zheng Heng has always maintained a posture, like an old stone sculpture standing in the wind and rain, standing boldly on the battle platform for a whole day, exposing his sweat..., fortunately he was very calm. At this moment, my heart is also extremely anxious. That demon wouldn't sway him, so he didn't dare to come, would he?

In that case, today's great prestige under the eyes of the public can be displayed.

But that's okay, the emperor's abandoning the battle is tantamount to conceding defeat, and he can ascend to the throne without any risk...

"Look."

At this moment, there was a voice in the crowd: "The emperor is here."

Wow!

Suddenly, a vast sea of ​​people waiting like a bereaved dog violently commotion, everyone seemed to be beaten with blood, and the spirits were all lifted up for a second, excited and excited, just like when the morning had just arrived.

With a crash, the millions of army quickly divided a road leading to the battle platform.

Outside the palace, a man in an imperial robe appeared, followed by two beautiful and flowery girls. Behind him, two evil demon girls were holding a national tripod with aura, and there were three dragons and phoenixes among the beautiful and powerful. Man, follow on the side...

Fengtian Xianglong controls the Qiyun Guoding of the Nanyue Kingdom and can control anyone in the Nanyue Kingdom. It has turned this entire land into an illusion. Now, everyone sees Zhao Hao as the Emperor Zheng Fen of the Nanyue Kingdom.

I saw Zhao Hao with his hands on his back, face up, his nostrils up to the sky forty-five degrees, walking slowly step by step with Wang Zhi's contempt.

Surprisingly slow.

Millions of excited people stared at him, he just step by step... from the palace gate to the battle platform, but after walking for a whole hour, he still hasn't arrived yet. The excitement on everyone's face, once again Slowly froze, the throat began to swallow, the body began to itch, and the heart began to feel anxious. It was a torment in countless people's hearts...

On the battle stage, Zheng Heng kept his posture forcibly, regretting his premature behavior that he couldn't wait to appear on the stage no more than 10,000 times.

This demon was so bad that he was in his bones, and he made it clear that he would punish him and the people of the whole country.

There was an impulse in Zheng Heng's heart, that was to rush down to press Zhao Hao to the ground, kick him onto the battlefield with one kick, and then drew him to death.

"My son, can you hurry up, it's getting dark."

Zhao Ling'er followed Zhao Hao step by step, step by step, and the old man took a walk, she was in a hurry.

"Life is like a bed scene. It should be slow when it is slow, and fast when it should be fast, so that it can be more interesting."

Zhao Hao held his hands on his back and raised one foot. It took eight full seconds to put it down. Even the tone of his speech became surprisingly slow: "Heaven, dark, now. Hundreds, tens of thousands, big, army, lift, fire. , Put. This, war, why, no, yes, more, excitement, affection."

"..."

Zhao Linger and Huang Diewu blushed and rolled their eyes wildly.

Seeing Zhao Hao's snail strolling, everyone's eyes were about to fall out of the frame.

Brother, oh... no, the emperor, you deliberately tortured people like this.

Damn, the lame old man is not so slow in walking.

It was really dark... Finally, Zhao Hao arrived in front of the battle arena.

The footsteps stopped and stopped moving.

Everyone suddenly understood, and they knelt into the blackness of the mountains and seas, and shouted together dumbly: "See the emperor, long live the emperor..." When they waited for the throat to smoke, some people really couldn't scream. .

boom!

At this moment, Zhao Hao suddenly changed from slow to fast, his feet stomped on the ground, and the ground was shaken, he saw him with his hands on his back, the man flew up and fell on the battle platform.

"You are such a big shelf."

Zheng Heng suffocated the evil fire in his stomach, his fists squeezed and creaked, your grandma’s legs, the waves are enough, the coolness is enough, the pretense is enough, and he has been on the pinnacle of life. , Next, you can go to death.