The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

Alliance Head Wu Lin, Li Dao does not know about this position, but he knows that this position will bring him a massive amount of luck.

Cheers resounded throughout the universe. He had the foundation of the masses. The foundation came from Kublai's head. With the help of this head, he had established an incomparable prestige. Even Guo Jing's ten years of prestige as the guardian of Xiangyang was suppressed by him.

Get rid of the barbarians and restore the Han people to their former glory!

It was just a single sentence, but it caused the countless men of the Han family to feel an emotional resonance.

Li Dao did not shout the slogan empty words. While plotting to seize the power of karmic luck, he did have the thought of restoring the Han people and mountains.

Whenever the word 'hot yellow' was mentioned, the Han Chinese would feel a sense of pride surging through their blood. This was the noble bloodline that the descendants of the sun were born with. The Central Plains was a place where the descendants of the sun and the yellow sun thrived. How could it allow outsiders to spy on it?

Li Dao was not someone who was easily moved, much less someone who was impulsive. He had always done things carefully.

This time, he wanted the beautiful embroidery of mountains and rivers. He wanted the word 'yellow' to resurrect, and he wanted to cut off the hooves of Mongolia.

The crowd was still cheering, their passionate voices expressing the desire deep within their hearts.

Guo Qing took the lead. He was the most excited because the blood flowing in his body was called Flaming Yellow. Even though Li Yao had cut off one of his hands, even though Li Dao had killed many people, but in front of the righteousness of the nation, what did these count as?

Li Dao stood on the high platform and looked around. His clothes fluttered in the wind and he looked extremely heroic.

When he had the ability, he would give a bit of strength to his people. Regardless of whether this person was good or evil, he would not refuse.

The little dragon girl stood not far away with a faint smile on her face. No matter how dazzling that man was, in her eyes, he was still him. That was enough.

Sun Zhenzi shouted along with the crowd. Repel the barbarians and restore the Han people to their former glory!

His rough face was bloodshot and flushed. Even an uncultured brute like him would feel his blood boil when he heard this, not to mention those who could read.

Huang Rong repeated the words of expelling the barbarians and recounting the words' Han people and mountains' with a complicated expression on her face. In the face of these words, her so-called cleverness seemed feeble.

Waiting for the crowd to calm down a bit, Li Dao pressed his hands down and said, "Our goal is very clear, from now on, we will sacrifice our lives to achieve this goal. I am indebted to all of you for your kindness, Li Yidan will not disappoint you, and will drive the Mongolian Tarantula out of the Central Plains to restore my Han people and mountains. Now, I have a suggestion. I think Brother Guo has been in Xiangyang for more than ten years and has a lot of experience, so I want to recommend Brother Guo as the deputy chief of the alliance. "When I'm not here, everyone will continue to fight for my Han Family Mountain and River with Brother Guo as their leader."

Just as Li Blade finished speaking, Guo Jing anxiously asked, "Alliance Master, what do you mean by this?" "Under the leadership of the chief of the Alliance, we will definitely be able to get rid of the barbarians, so there is no need to set up the position of chief of the alliance at all."

Seeing Guo Jing speak sincerely, Li Dao had a deeper understanding of his character. The greatest hero of all, he was willing to help the nation and its people. These words were indeed a portrayal of Guo Jing.

"Brother Guo, there is no need to be like this. You must know that the person who recovers the mountains and rivers is not relying on Li Dao alone. Relying on countless hot-blooded Chinese, this requires us to be united and work together! "Brother Guo, you can always urge me not to let me slack off." Li Dao's earnest and earnest words moved Guo Jing.

Below, Yang Guo stood up and shouted, "Uncle Guo, don't decline. Big Bro is right, everyone has to work hard to expel the Mongolian Tarantula from the Central Plains! "

The surrounding people looked at him strangely as they heard his words. The sworn brother was the Martial Alliance Master and Uncle Guo was the deputy Alliance Master. Could it be that this kid was born to be the protagonist?

None of them bothered about Yang's background, as they all tried to persuade him, "Yes, that's right, Great Hero Guo. This position of Alliance Head belongs to you, so don't decline it. We still have to fight alongside you! "

"Brother Guo, just agree to it. Don't caress the Alliance Master with your good intentions." Zhu Ziru stroked his beard as he advised.

Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Guo Jing saluted respectfully and said, "Since that's the case, then I won't refuse either. "I, Guo Yu, will remember the words of the chief today. All my blood has been shed in order to restore my Han Dynasty!"

"This is it, Brother Guo!" Li Dao patted Guo Qing's shoulder and laughed out loud. However, he felt a bit awkward because he had never laughed out loud before.

Guo Jing felt his blood was trembling. He grabbed Li Dao's arm and laughed as he called out to Brother Li. The heroes below all revealed an excited expression as they spoke out.

"Greetings Alliance Head, greetings Vice President Guo!"

The sounds of worship and worship continued, and Huang Rong's complexion finally improved a little. She didn't become the Alliance Master, and getting a Vice Alliance Master didn't mean nothing to her.