Chapter 1542

After watching Lei Tianjing for a long time.

Just now coldly way: "see I don't worship, you, also want to rebel?"? Or is the will of the emperor no longer binding on you? "

"Oh, of course not! Our ancient people are naturally loyal to the emperor, but... Now, we are not officially loyal to you. Let me ask you a few words, should it be ok? Are you so overbearing that you deprive us of our right to speak? Ha ha, your majesty, you were not so overbearing at the beginning. "

Lei Tianjing looks calm and says with a smile.

He is not afraid of Zhou Chen.

At this time, it is natural to fight for enough interests for the ethnic groups when they represent the ethnic groups.

As soon as Zhou Chen raised his eyebrows, he was full of rebellious and gloomy color.

At this time, Tuoba stepped forward and said with a smile: "master, calm down, Lei Shaozu also say less! Now that everyone is here, we are looking forward to this conference! There's no need to argue at this time. After all, there are many things to talk about. Let's sit down and talk about them. How about that? "

Zhou Chen takes a deep look at Lei Tianjing. His eyes are slightly down and he is not talking.

Lei Tianjing also found a chair and made it.

Soon.

The strong men of the major ancient ethnic groups sat down in different parts of the benches, waiting for the next negotiation.

They want to submit to Zhou Chen!

Because if they don't, they can't leave here.

However, for some ethnic groups, the emperor's will is heaven. Since Zhou Chen inherited it from the emperor, he should pledge his allegiance to the death.

However, for more ethnic groups, it is possible to be submissive.

However, it needs to be carefully measured and constantly compromised with each other.

They can't tolerate their own interests being affected too much.

Wait for them to sit down, Zhou Chen's eyes scan the whole room, light way: "I call you to come, purpose, presumably you also very clear!"

"I am the descendant of the emperor! According to the will of the emperor in the past, now I should be the master of the ancient people in the world! Do you have any comments? "

"Wait!"

Zhou Chen just finished, Lei Tianjing immediately raised his hand, "emperor heirs? What about your voucher? How do you prove that what you say is true? You can't stand up and say that you are the descendant of the emperor, then we should follow him! "

"Voucher?"

Zhou Chen raised his hand, and immediately, behind him, Fei Ming handed over his short sword.

"The emperor's sword!"

As soon as this dagger appeared, many old saints could not help but say in a low voice, with their pupils shrinking slightly.

They have all visited the emperor.

Naturally, this dagger was the weapon of his Majesty in the past!

Zhou Chen holding the dagger, looking at the four directions, said faintly: "this, is it enough?"

The space is quiet.

Lei Tianjing did not speak any more.

Shenhuang sword, this is the personal thing of his majesty. If it is not passed on by the emperor, it is impossible!

So to speak.

Zhou Chen's identity will be unshakable as soon as the sword comes out!

Even the Leiyan people can't question it in public.

"It's like... Not enough! You have the shenhuang sword. Coincidentally, I also have a shenhuang sword. Can I say that I am a descendant of his majesty? "

He said.

The palm of his hand turned, in his hand, a golden ancient sword emerged, suspended in the air, exuding panic and dignity, just like an unattainable emperor of nine days, in all directions!

At the sight of the sword, many saints trembled their eyes!

Shenhuang sword!

This is also the emperor's sword!

The only difference is that this is his Majesty's sword, which is worn in public places, such as going to court and offering sacrifices. It carries the national fortune and functions like a jade seal.

The one around Zhou Chen was used by his majesty to fight in the world!

One is a ritual instrument and the other is a sharp one.

It's hard to tell which is better.

Mo Ke Ji chuckled. "As for you, you know the meaning of the divine sword... Coincidentally, so do I!"

He said.

The whole body breath suddenly changed, a sense of skyrocketing sword, the mighty impact of jiuxiao, a kind of hegemonic, unparalleled sword will, diffuse.

The emperor's sword!

The sword of hegemony!

If Mo Chen had killed the sword, he would not have been able to feel it perfectly.

Dayton time, a road vision, is to see Zhou Chen, vision also has some hesitation.

It's a relic of the emperor, Moko.

The sword of supremacy, even mokeshi.This... If we didn't know that mokeshi was a genius of the ancient race and was not qualified to compete for the position of the emperor's successor and the identity of the co Lord, we would have been mokeshi for a long time.

"How is it, sir? Do you have any other means to prove yourself? "

Mokeshi was gentle and sincere.

Lei Tianjing's eyes brightened, and an idea flashed in his mind.

If we deny Zhou Chen's status as a descendant of the emperor, can we put him under house arrest and not give him any rights, but let him leave here with the ancient people?

Feiming and Heiyi's look changed greatly.

Other means of proof?

Of course, they have it, and it's a trump card, because... The emperor is here, but it can't be said or said.

But, apart from this, do they have a better way?

Seems to be gone?

"Is there any other means of proof?"

Zhou Chen smiles and suddenly looks at one of them. It's an old Saint. Now, he's old, but he's full of spirit and breath. He's also very powerful!

This man is the head of the ancient clan ordered by God.

Nine step saint!

"Master, do you remember the last conversation with his majesty? Your majesty asked me to see you. Does your old promise count

Zhou Chen knocked on the back of the Dragon chair and said faintly.

I was stunned.

It's like I'm stuck in the memory.

Thinking of that night, his majesty talked with him by candlelight.

A moment later.

He stood up tremblingly, and his old eyes were also rolling with tears. He said in a trembling voice: "old minister, meet the new Lord! May I die for your majesty

Zhou Chen looks calm.

Looking at a man again, it was the head of Shenyi ancient clan.

"Shenyi, your majesty asked me to ask you, how are you?"

Shen Yi trembled all over, and his face turned pale in a moment.

There was a plop.

He stood up in a panic and knelt down on the ground. He said in a trembling voice, "excuse me, new emperor! Shen Yi vowed to follow the new emperor to the death

Zhou Chen didn't answer and continued to call his name and said, "Xianyu people, how many of your family's loyalties are there now? Do you remember the oath with your majesty

"Flying tiger family..."

"magic dragon family..."

"Pingyang family..."

"..." Zhou Chen called them one by one.

It's time.

Poop! Poop!

A road figure, or fear, or excited, or uneasy, have stood up from the seat, kneeling on the ground.

"I'll wait and see the new emperor!" he said

Zhou Chen's face was still indifferent. He looked at Mo Keji and asked, "now, how about it?"

At last, Mercer's face changed.

In the blink of an eye, 40% of the 100 saints who followed him knelt down and swore allegiance to Zhou Chen!

Among them, there is even the iron alliance of their Moko people!

In a flash.

The situation is directly reversed.