Chapter 1031

After bringing together Jiang Laozu, Ji Laojiu, Fengao Laoren, Li zhantian, Ye Ling and others, Zhou Jibo realized that he had won.

"King Zhou, this era no longer belongs to you. Since you have become a God after your death, why do you come down to earth?"

With a high attitude, Zhou Jibo directly stood up and questioned the famous tyrant in history.

"Who, sir?" King Zhou stood on the bronze chariot, staring at him coldly.

"I, Zhou Jibo, a lieutenant general in the northern military of China, don't care." Zhou Jibo said with a smile.

"It turned out to be a general." King Zhou asked, "how many troops are there?"

Although the tyrant knew that it was 3000 years since he lived in the world, and the imperial system had been abandoned in today's era, his thinking still remained in the past.

He looked at Zhou Jibo as if he had sat down in Chaoge and looked at the civil and military officials of Manchu Dynasty.

"About 100000 or 200000 people." Zhou Jibo followed the meaning of King Zhou and reported a somewhat false number.

Hearing this, Ye Ling and Li zhantian could not help frowning.

Just now, I said that it's not worth mentioning. Now I'm obviously raising myself.

You know, although Zhou Jibo was a general in the north, he was only a deputy commander in his own region.

Even if he took the man in charge of his immediate superior, General Li, in half and placed it on himself, it would be extremely inappropriate.

Judging by Ye Ling's and Li zhantian's qualifications, even in special times, Zhou Jibo can command no more than 50000 people.

King Zhou didn't know this, but he believed it.

"It's 200000 soldiers. It turns out that you are still the general of the current Dynasty."

King Zhou was slightly moved.

It should be noted that the common people of any period in ancient China can't compete with today's billion.

According to historical records, in the Shang Dynasty 3000 years ago, the population of the whole country was less than 10 million. It can be imagined that the army under King Zhou at that time was extremely limited, probably less than 300000 or even less.

"Yes, so, on behalf of China and all mankind, I solemnly ask King Zhou to leave the world at once!"

Zhou Jibo was born into a wealthy Zhou family. He had a good education and knew more about history. He knew that if he could command 200000 troops to the time of King Zhou, he would almost be the Grand Marshal of King Zhou.

He spoke more and more loudly, and even represented all mankind.

However, he was obviously wrong.

"Since you are a talented man, you should surrender to the king Gu. The king Gu has made you a general in front of the palace. You can help the king Gu recapture the country. The king Gu will promise you wealth and glory for the rest of your life."

King Zhou was not afraid of him. He wanted to be a commander in chief when he started from scratch. To put it bluntly, he despised him in his heart.

"Puchi!"

Jiang Meixin and Feng Wu were all amused.

"I, Zhou Jibo, am only loyal to the country. How can I accompany you, the tyrant, to do the wrong and to kill the common people?"

Zhou Jibo's face is red and his neck is thick. It's too insulting for him.

Although there is some moisture in his words just now, he is at least a superior. Now this tyrant, who has just come down to the world, is totally naked. Does he mean to give orders to himself?

"Those who follow the lonely King prosper, those who rebel against the lonely King die!"

King Zhou was furious. In his eyes, a modern general who refused to obey him had lost his value, just like a mole ant.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

With the tyrant's anger, the three dragon chariots roared.

"The king is mighty!"

Fox demon in that excited, a incomparably infatuated with this man's appearance, even if this man just abandoned her as abandoned wife.

Zhou Jibo was shaken by the roar of the three dragons. After he was helped by Ye Ling, his face immediately sank.

"King Zhou, since you are stubborn, don't blame our impoliteness."

Zhou Jibo is a tough man. Just now he wanted to persuade King Zhou to quit. Now it seems that he can't do without fighting.

"The lonely King fought with the traitors of Xiqi in those years. He fought with the yuxu disciples and the gods of Zhutian and Daluo who sat down in the first heaven of the Yuan Dynasty. He was afraid of the kingdom. You were just mortals and ants!"

King Zhou grimly smile, although he is a failure in history, but this does not prevent him from ignoring the masses, pretentious.

In fact, when he was defeated in the decisive battle with King Wu of Zhou Dynasty, he chose Lu Tai to burn himself, which is enough to show the rebellious nature of his tyrant.

"Give the tyrant some color."

Zhou Jibo retreated and asked Li zhantian to do it directly.

The next moment, these people moved, tacit agreement to attack.

As we don't know the strength of the tyrant, we just agreed that Ji Laojiu should try out the magic first.

Ji Laojiu has been depressed these days since he was held by Luo Yu at the yewuhuan dance in Beimo city last time. Now it's rare for him to have a chance to be proud. Of course, he should make good use of it.

"Hun Jun, even if you have become a God, we are not afraid of you. Look at the magic!"

The old man was holding a jade dish with half a bowl of clear water in his hand. He stepped forward and pointed out that he was shaking towards the magic weapon and was chanting.

After counting the interest.

WOW~~

A torrential rain came down on the surrounding heads.

"It's just a trick to call the rain. It's a trick to carve insects."

However, King Zhou stood on the chariot with his hands down, his eyes full of disdain.

I saw that he was surrounded by divine splendor, not to mention rain. I'm afraid that even if a knife falls from the sky, it won't hurt him.

"What's the rush? It's just the beginning."

Ji Lao Jiu laughs. When he is ready to cast the spell again, he turns back and looks deeply at Luo Yu.

"Ninth uncle, what does this mean? It's hard for him to do it. He wants to show it in front of teacher Luo." Jiang Meixin make complaints about it.

"You don't know. After making a fool of yourself in Beimo city that night, uncle Jiu secretly sent someone home these two days and took all his belongings. It's said that he sent someone to Ji's house and borrowed some magic weapons."

Jiang Meiyan has no choice but to raise her hand. Uncle Jiu is really angry with teacher Luo.

Luo Yu stood there, looking at it calmly, without any reaction.

"Here comes the wind!"

After the rain, I saw Ji Laojiu sacrifice a small blue flag again. When he swayed it, the wind was strong and the rainstorm was raging on the head of King Zhou.

"It's Ji's windward flag!" Jiang Meixin was surprised, "Uncle Jiu can, even Ji's rain box and Yingfeng flag have been borrowed."

"It's more than that." Jiang Meiyan shakes her head.

Sure enough, after that, Ji Laojiu waved a Golden Whip, which attracted thunder.

In the surrounding area, wind and rain, lightning and thunder, and, just after the heavy rain, there has been water into a depression, instantly submerged to half the height of the chariot of King Zhou.

Next, Ji Laojiu used these three magic weapons together and tried his best to urge them to do so, which led to the terrible scene of flood, thunder and lightning, and wild wind in King Zhou's place.

"It turned out to be Qihuang's ancient art of wind, thunder, electricity and rain." The wind is proud of the old man's jaw head. He has some abilities.