Fantasy: Sign in for a hundred years, and you will be the emperor

Chapter 94 Awakening the Sword Spirit

Her heart-piercing roar spread all over the back mountain.

Heartbrokenly staring at Ye Zhao in front of him, as if he was a heartbroken man.

The corner of Ye Zhao's mouth twitched, and he squeezed the weak willow sword tightly with both fingers.

"Girl, did you recognize the wrong person?"

Ruo Liu looked at him sadly and angrily, "It's only been ten thousand years, and you forget about me! You men are really heartless!"

As she spoke, she wanted to pierce Ye Zhao's heart and lungs with a sword.

But Ye Zhao easily grasped the blade of the sword.

He rubbed the blade of the sword with his broad palm, causing the weak Liuliu to groan softly.

Tianhong quickly stood up and supported her.

"Riaoliu, this person just looks a bit like the former master, now ten thousand years have passed, the former master has long since fallen..."

Ruoliu's pupils were shattered, and her body was paralyzed on her body.

"You mean... him! He's already..."

Tianhong nodded in embarrassment, "That's right."

Ruoliu stared at Ye Zhaojian in front of him, his eyes were full of determination, and his whole body was as expected, unlike the ancient god of war, with a little less evil spirit.

"How can there be such a similar person in this world..."

Then she cried and laughed, "He died well! He died well!"

Ye Zhao raised his sword eyebrows, he didn't expect the weak Liu Liu's sword spirit to be so temperamental.

But since I'm going to a royal banquet.

Ruo Liu has already awakened, and after Dripping Blood makes a contract with him, bringing him to the palace will also provide an extra layer of protection.

He scratched the middle finger of his right hand, drawing out a drop of blood, and the finger floated in the air, "Since the sword spirit has awakened, why not sign a master-servant contract with me, so that I can be blessed in the future?"

Ruo Liu snorted coldly, the breeze blew through her gauze sleeves, her eyes were full of arrogance, "You look so similar to him! How could I recognize you as master! Ridiculous!"

She turned her back, with a dignified look.

Ye Zhao frowned.

This weak willow sword with a kind heart and a kind heart, hanging the pot to help the world.

His sword spirit is actually a hard nut to crack!

Their grievances with the master of the previous generation have nothing to do with him.

Tianhong's brows were shocked, and she quickly persuaded her.

"Weak Willow, today is different from the past..."

"Nowadays, the mainland's spiritual energy is exhausted, and sword spirits are scarce. Many immortal cultivators want to capture a sword spirit!"

"Your spiritual energy is weak now, and it will take many years to recover Zeng Ri's combat power!"

"If you just follow my master, you can find a little blessing!"

Ruo Liu stubbornly straightened his back, "It's okay to follow him, but the contract must never be done!"

Tianhong was like a big sister, persuading her earnestly, "If you don't make a contract, what if the gangsters insist on taking you as a contract!"

At that time, maybe they will be threatened by thieves!

But Ruoliu crossed her arms around her chest and couldn't hear a word.

Ye Zhao met her stubborn gaze and raised his eyebrows slightly.

This sword spirit has a straightforward temperament.

I don't know what kind of god of war is able to control such a sword spirit.

"Tianhong, don't persuade her, just let her go on the road together!"

It is only a matter of time before she bows her head.

The mainland's thirst for sword spirits has already penetrated into the bone marrow.

Even the budding sword of consciousness.

They never tire of using it as a Zongmen Zhenbao.

Not to mention a weak willow sword that has been awakened after sleeping for thousands of years.

Even in the torrent of legends, she is also famous!

Nangong Wen also walked over with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of sighs.

"Ye Zhao! You are quite capable!"

"First awakened the Rainbow Sword Spirit, and then awakened the Weak Willow Sword Spirit!"

He rubbed his hands expectantly, thinking of the peerless Xuanyuan Sword that had been treasured for many years in the Royal Treasure Pavilion!

It is said that Xuanyuan, the veteran of the founding dynasty, held this divine sword to create the Qidou Empire!

Over the years, this has become the treasure of the royal family!

It's a pity that Xuanyuan sword spirit has been sleeping for thousands of years since the old general Xuanyuan drove the crane to the immortal, and his body was transformed into a relic.

So far, no prince can awaken this sword!

If Ye Zhao can open the sword, it proves that his Seven Dou Empire will usher in another prosperous Kaiyuan era!

I'm afraid that the present sage will give him the seat of meditation.

"If you can awaken the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit, then my Seven Dou Empire will never have internal and external troubles again!"

This sentence is an exclamation.

But Nangong Wen didn't expect that this sentence would be unintentional.

One day, the sword spirits in this world will wake up one after another.

In the end, one person is the master!

Ye Zhao frowned, "Xuanyuan Sword Spirit?"

He had heard of this item, but as a secret treasure of the royal family, of course he would not covet it.

Even if the sword spirit is awakened by chance, it will naturally be handed over to the royal family for safekeeping.

Nangong asked with a smile and nodded, "That's right, but for so many years, even with the blood of the royal family, Xuanyuanjian cannot be awakened!"

"You don't have to think about it, kid!"

Ye Zhao didn't take these words into his heart, but followed him all the way to the direction of the imperial city.

About four days away from Yujian.

They finally came to the imperial city.

But just entering the imperial city, I only felt that the city was silent and lifeless, the gates were closed, and there were not even vendors setting up stalls in the downtown area.

Ye Zhao frowned.

"Did something happen in the imperial city?"

Nangong Wen's complexion was ashen, his brows frowned into a Sichuan character.

"This group of people! How dare they show off to the imperial teacher of the dynasty!"

After understanding, Ye Zhao knew.

The people in the imperial city were very dissatisfied with him, the new national teacher.

The reason is also very simple.

The national teacher who died in the previous generation predicted that the empire would suffer catastrophe.

There must be nine stars and auspicious celestial phenomena appearing, and this person can be selected as the next generation of the national teacher, so that the empire can be safe and healthy!

And Ye Zhao is this auspicious person.

But Xian Guoshi had a weird temperament, and he opened the currency of the whole dynasty, in order to let the people in poor places have enough food and drink.

The aqueduct was opened from the imperial city with the most abundant supplies.

Even the opening of commerce has allowed many ordinary people to eat rice.

However, the merchants in the imperial city were passive and miserable.

The former national teacher was so powerful that they dared not complain.

But this time, Ye Zhao is the new national teacher selected by the former national teacher.

Naturally it will be targeted.

They are afraid of his appearance.

The use of the power of the national teacher has destroyed their interests.

Now it is just giving a blow!

Ye Zhao sneered.

The entire empire is one family, all compatriots, but these merchants in the imperial city rely on the best resources.

Do everything possible to search for people's fat and people's ointment!

Nangong Wen snorted coldly, "It's all a bunch of troublemakers!"

"After the imperial banquet, the emperor must clean it up!"

Ye Zhao's eyes were stern.

He was originally a national teacher, but now he has no real power.

He doesn't care about Zongmen's affairs, let alone these merchants.

"Master Nangong, you don't have to worry."

"I'm just a famous national teacher. After attending the imperial banquet, I will go back and take care of my sect."

Having said this, Nangong Wen could only sigh and shake his head.

Then he took Ye Zhao to the palace.

A small banquet had already been set up in the palace to celebrate Ye Zhao's arrival.