Chapter 297 Temple (III)

The Saint-Hand King smiled coldly and said to the old man: "Speak lightly, this sword is the emperor's beloved thing, how could it be called into your hands at will?"

The old man said anxiously: "Sir, we came here with great sincerity. To be honest, the sword in your hand is almost the same as the magic sword we worship on the surface. However, whether it is a real magic sword still needs to be identified. If it is true, the master of this sword is the master of us, and we will do anything for the master. Sir, our master has been in search of this real magic sword for more than 200 years. Now, the real magic sword may be right in front of us. How can you bear to let us down? Sir, the old man kneels down for you first."

The Saint Hand King was immediately surprised. He did not expect that the old man in front of him would kneel down to him in front of everyone. From his perspective, the martial arts skills of these two old men were unfathomable, and he could not see the depth of each other. Such martial arts people kneeled down to him, and the two were about the same age, which made the Saint Hand King feel a little overwhelmed.

"Get up first, there is something to say. I will explain in advance that this sword is the emperor's beloved thing. It's okay for you to show it, but you are not allowed to take the opportunity to do anything. You have also seen it behind me. These more than 200 are not ordinary troops. The hidden weapons in their hands have already covered half a mile of land around you. No matter how high your martial arts are, you will never escape. So, I hope you can't try to do anything. The power of this hidden weapon should be very clear to the swallows around you."

The old man got up and turned to look at Yanzi, but saw that Yanzi was not afraid of the sky and the earth were full of fear. At the time in Tuhu, Yanzi saw several guards shooting several Tuhu prisoners accurately with their rifles at two million meters, which impressed Yanzi deeply. Now that he saw so many black guns aimed at them, he was not afraid in his heart.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Xiao is just trying to identify the authenticity of the magic sword, and there is no other intention. You have also said that we dare not do anything to do so many hidden weapons against us." The old man saw the answer he needed in Yan Zi's eyes, turned his head and hurriedly promised the Holy Hand King.

The Holy Hand King hesitated for a moment, and touched the golden heavy sword in his hand with both hands in front of the old man.

The old man excitedly put the sword in his hand into another person's hand, then raised his hands high, respectfully took the sword from the Saint Hand King's hand, looked carefully, then reached out and groped at the hilt of the sword, and suddenly showed an expression of ecstasy on his face. Then, he didn't know how his fingers moved, and a gap actually cracked the hilt. The old man stretched the gap widened and pulled out a ball of silk and foil from it.

There is no need to mention the horror in the heart of the Saint Hand King. He has seen this golden heavy sword from Li Ming for many times, and has explored whether there is any mechanism. However, he has discussed it with Li Ming many times but has not discovered the mystery. Unexpectedly, this little old man easily took out a ball of things from it. From this point of view, they really have some connection with this sword.

The old man held the sword to another old man, then spread the ball respectfully, and then took a look at it. Suddenly, holding the silk-like object with both hands and kneeling on the ground, roaring in his mouth. At the same time, the other old man and swallow also knelt on the ground.

The Holy Hand King was so scared that he took two steps back. He looked at him and was about to scold him, but saw the old man kneeling in front of him with tears in his face, saying with a pleading look: "Sir, please make sure that we meet the emperor. This is related to whether our lineage can continue to be passed on, and also to the whereabouts and belongings of more than 9,800 of us. Sir, please make sure to agree to my request."

Hearing this, the Saint Hand King's face turned pale, with more than 9,800 people! This number made him thrilling. Perhaps, they were really the one left by the Golden God of War back then, but they could grow to more than 9,000 people. This number is the largest martial arts gang except Linjiazhuang. If they were their own enemies, there would be a great threat.

Thinking of this, he took a step forward and said to the old man: "Don't rush to see the emperor, return the sword to me first."

The old man was stunned for a moment, looked at the ball of things in his hand, then got up and took the sword in the old man's hand behind him, put the ball of things in the hilt of the sword again. With his fingers, the hilt of the sword returned to its original position. He held the sword in both hands and handed it respectfully to the Saint Hand King, and said, "The original sword object is returned. Now sir, let us go to see the emperor."

The Saint King shook his head, handed the sword to a member of the guard behind him, and pointed at Yanzi and said, "This Yanzi had tried to assassinate the emperor many times, and now he has become the most dangerous person in our hearts. You came with her, and your martial arts are unfathomable. How can you relieve me? An assassin who assassinated the emperor many times took two people to see the emperor. If you were you, would you agree?"

The old man who said the words of the Saint Hand King was in a blue and white face. He looked back at Yanzi fiercely, then turned his head and said to the Saint Hand King with a smile on his face: "Sir, we really have no malicious intentions. Let me tell you the truth. This divine sword is the token of the head of our sect. Those who hold this sword are our heads. Just imagine, how could we be unfavorable to the heads? Yanzi didn't know the emperor's true identity before, so he offended the emperor many times. After seeing the emperor, he could do whatever he could do. Sir, I've told you all the secret matters of my sect. Don't you believe it?"

The Saint-Hand King sneered: "I will believe it with just one or two words of yours? It is very simple to meet the emperor. I will enfeoff your martial arts and then I will let you in."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then a hint of anger appeared on his face, but then he returned to normal. He secretly communicated with the old man behind him, and then said, "Maybe what you said makes sense. This is the only way for us to win the trust of the emperor, but you should also see that our martial arts are much better than you, and there are no real masters around the emperor. It may not be easy to seal our martial arts. This way, if you can trust us, we two will proclaim each other's martial arts, what do you think?"

The Saint Hand King sneered and said, "Yes, my martial arts are a little different from yours, but this does not mean that there are no masters around the emperor. If you want, I will call someone to come and confer your martial arts. If you want to meet the emperor, this is the only way."

The old man glanced at the Holy Hand King, a proud smile appeared on his face, and said, "Please, if you don't believe us, you can come over."

The Saint-Hand King smiled, took out the intercom and contacted Li Ming, and said, "Your Majesty, these people are willing to be enfeoffed with martial arts and then see you. Should you let the old chef come here?"

Li Ming believed in the judgment of the Saint Hand King. After hearing what he said, he immediately sent the old chef to the gate of the palace to meet him.

The Hewu Garden is about ten kilometers away from the gate of the palace. It took less than a minute at the foot of the old chef. The Saint-Hand King just put down the walkie-talkie in his hand when the old chef appeared in front of him.

Seeing the old chef's ghostly figure, the two old men's faces suddenly became extremely ugly. Before they could speak, the old chef appeared behind them, grabbing them with one hand and one to the back of their necks. There was no sign of resistance between the two old men, and they were caught in the air by the old chef. Then, they felt that their internal strength in their bodies was pulled away and disappeared without a trace.

The two old men were shocked and shouted in unison: "My martial arts! You actually ruined my martial arts!"

The old chef sneered and said, "I thought you were such powerful masters, but I couldn't even see this? Don't worry, I just temporarily blocked your martial arts. When the emperor allowed it, I will lift this restriction for you."

After hearing what he said, the two old men could not prove the authenticity of what he said. In desperation, they could only follow the Saint Hand King into the gate of the palace. As for Yan Zi's martial arts, the Saint Hand King also sealed him with his martial arts.

After the old chef handled the matter at the gate of the palace, he quickly returned to Li Ming and reported to him about the incident. He heard that the two legendary masters were no longer afraid, so Li Ming brought everyone to the study and waited for their arrival curiously.

An hour later, the Saint Hand King brought two dark old men and Yanzi to the study. Seeing Li Ming sitting behind the desk, Yanzi took the lead in kneeling in front of him. The two old men looked at each other and knelt beside Yanzi at the same time.

"Swallow, I have let you go, so you should go back to the master's sect obediently. Why did you come to the palace again to see me? What's the matter? Is it just to see the sword in my hand?"

Yan Zi raised her head timidly and looked at Li Ming, then whispered: "Your Majesty, I don't know if you remember what Yan Zi said to you last time when she was in Mingyang City. The sword in your hand is actually the token of the head of our master. Anyone who holds the divine sword is the head of our master. This time, Yan Zi brought the two elders of our master to identify the authenticity of the divine sword."

"Identification of the Divine Sword?" Li Ming smiled and said, "The sword in my hand is derived from the Golden War God of War, a martial arts strange man from the time of the time. When he discovered this sword, the Golden War God had turned into a dry bone. Therefore, I don't know what the head of the sect is, nor do I know whether this sword is the Golden God of War you are talking about. One thing you need to understand is that no matter what your identification result is, I will not give the sword to you. This sword is the relic of the Golden War God, and I will not give it to anyone."

The old man who negotiated with the Saint King at the gate of the palace said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, my subordinates have absolutely no intention of coming to ask for the Golden Divine Sword. When we heard Yan Zi go back and say that he saw the real Golden Divine Sword, we didn't dare to believe it, but seeing how certain she said it, the Presbyterian Council made an exception to argue about this matter. Finally, we entrusted our two elders to follow her to identify the Divine Sword. The purpose of our trip was to identify the authenticity of the Divine Sword, and there was no other intention."

"I have heard just now that you have completed the appraisal. So, can the matter be over like this? Can you please stop disturbing me? You must know that Yan Zi has assassinated me several times, so I have no good feelings for her and those with her. I just hope that you will not bother me again after the appraisal is over. Otherwise, I may be determined to use force to solve this problem. You have also seen the person who blocked your martial arts skills. With his skills, who can stop him?"

After hearing Li Ming's last few words, the old man hurriedly knocked on the floor and assured Li Ming: "Your Majesty, you misunderstood. We have come this time and have absolutely no malice to you, otherwise I will be struck by lightning. As for Yan Zi, I will hand her over to you now. You can do whatever you want to deal with her. After all, you are now our leader."

Li Ming sneered and said, "Leave her to me? A joke, she is in my hands now, and you still need to hand it over?" At this point, he suddenly realized what the old man said and said in surprise: "What? The leader? What leader, I have said long ago. No matter whether the result of the sword is firm or not, I cannot be your leader. It's a joke. I am the king of a country, how can I be the head of a sect in the martial arts world?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, with a sad look on his face. Li Ming was right. He is now the king of a country, and the entire Tang Dynasty belongs to him. So how could he be the head of a sect in the martial arts world? This matter sounds very ridiculous, so he didn't know what to say for a while."

"After talking for a long time, what is your sect's name? Where is it? Why should you regard the Golden Divine Sword as the token of the head? As far as I know, the Golden Divine Sword has always been by the Golden God of War. After his death, it was buried with him. Why should you use the Golden Divine Sword as the token of the head? Apart from the Golden God of War, I'm afraid no one could have the Golden Divine Sword. So according to what you said just now, which sect you have no head? Without this token, where did the head come from?" The previous words were just to destroy the self-confidence of these people. Now these words are what Li Ming really wants to understand. The sect where Yan Zi is is really too mysterious. If you don't take this opportunity to find out, Li Ming will always be worried.

"You are right. There has been no leader in our sect since the Golden God of War." The old man raised his head and replied affirmatively.
Chapter completed!