Warriors

But when Zhao Zhou was speaking, he saw that the old man was thinking and doubting a little more, so he put his hands up to prevent him from guessing, and said again: "I am the first martial artist in the millennium. When I was over ten, I suddenly felt that the world was invincible and that I had no other hands, so I lived in seclusion in the mountains, slept in closed doors, and hoped that there would be another strong person in the world..."

"I didn't expect that."

Zhao Zhou said that here, he looks like a hermit who has had a dream for tens of thousands of years, "I never thought that I would wake up from this dream. Thousands of years have passed in the world, and the divine way has disappeared."

'Could it be? ! When Yan Lao heard the word Shinto, he was startled, and stared at Zhao Zhou in a daze, "Is he... a strong Shinto who has disappeared for a thousand years?" ! '

Yan Lao had such an idea because he also thought that thousands of years ago was the era when martial arts were prosperous, and those who could be invincible in that era must be the gods without a doubt!

But think about it, and be surprised.

Old Yan couldn't believe it, thinking that this person might be lying to him, but he was actually trying to achieve some ulterior purpose!

"What should I do..." Elder Yan didn't answer Zhao Zhou's words. Instead, he wanted to find a way to inform his juniors, hoping that he could drag this strong man who seemed to be a god, and then let them escape.

just.

Seeing what Yan Lao was looking for here, Zhao Zhou didn't let him waste time thinking about it, but gathered the power of water and wood with one finger, and pointed towards his eyebrows from the air!

Immediately, before Yan Lao could react, he saw a light aura piercing his brows, and in the next instant, his body's flesh contracted suddenly, his muscles were constricted, and the age spots on his skin gradually disappeared!

It was only a short period of time. When Yan Lao realized it, he found that he was full of vitality. It wasn't that he had become younger, but he had really returned to his peak age of around 20 years old!

"I..this..." Sensing his continuous sense of vitality and aura, Yanlao looked at his palm in disbelief. He didn't expect that he could "rejuvenate his youth and prolong his lifespan!" '

It can be said that the shock of a lifetime has been used up today!

"Senior Zhao..." Seeing this miracle, Elder Yan, what else can he say? Now he really believes that Zhao Zhou is an ancient divine power who came from thousands of years ago!

Otherwise, who has such an ability to add good fortune!

In other words, even if I don't believe it or accept it, anyone with a discerning eye can see that my realm is far inferior to Zhao Zhou's.

Well, in this situation, in order not to bring disaster to his own country, the old man had to say "submit".

After Zhao Zhou saw that Yan Lao was convinced, he waved his hand and ordered naturally: "I have dreamed for a thousand years, and I left the customs yesterday, and my supernatural power was severely injured, making my supernatural power only one in a million."

When Zhao Zhou said this, he looked at the nervous old man and said, "Here, within one month, can the Huowu Kingdom be filled with my own temples, so that I can enjoy the incense and restore my original strength."

In a world where there are many countries, Zhao Zhou can say whatever is advantageous now, and he doesn't need to arrange it systematically, he can do it by himself.

Anyway, for anyone who wants to come, it is a great thing to have a long-disappeared Shinto powerhouse living in the territory of his own country.

Even if it's not a good thing, they have to take it as a good thing.

"Please rest assured, Senior Zhao!" Old Yan was overjoyed and anticipating when he heard that this Shinto powerhouse didn't ask him to do something bad, but wanted to 'station' in his own country.

Because this is exactly what Zhao Zhou thought.

Whether it's for themselves or for the Huowu Kingdom, if they can welcome a long-disappeared Shinto master now, they must nod yes, and they can't refuse in any way!

Or to put it plainly, as long as Zhao Zhou gives the order, if they don't want to die, they can only build it according to death!

In particular, in order to reassure himself, Yan Lao felt that Zhao Zhou would not harm his country.

And for the sake of the general trend, in a world where spiritual energy is scarce and the Shinto world is extinct, if any country has a strong Shinto, wouldn't it shock the world, and the territory is at your fingertips!

The advantages far outweigh the disadvantages.

"We must let this strong man feel the sincerity of Huowu Kingdom.. Then he will really protect us.."

Thinking of this, Elder Yan was filled with excitement and anticipation, so he tidied up his attire, bowed to Zhao Zhou solemnly like a butler of a big family, and said, "I'm going to order someone to prepare the ancestral temple!"

Words fall.

Yanlao didn't procrastinate in doing things, he just jumped out of the window of the high tower and walked towards the palace, wanting to inform his descendants.

Suddenly he didn't care that it was morning time.

After all, his qualifications are here, and now there is a Shinto master coming, it must be a real god to worship and build a temple!Why not go to the early court, it is better to let these ministers build temples together.

But Yan Lao forgot.

Now he looks like a guy in his 20s, and he is quite handsome, so as not to return to his old-fashioned appearance.

Then this made him walk all the way through the palace, and he was on alert all the way, and the guards patrolling nearby shouted, "There are assassins, enemy attacks..."

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Chapter 2 The Way of Faith!

"Bold, don't you know who this old man is?" When the old man was beaming, he heard the guards around him calling him an 'assassin', and he was suddenly angry. He didn't expect that he had been guarding the Huowu country for a hundred years and was eventually killed. My family members are considered thieves!

"Then who are you?" The guards surrounding Yanlao heard the thief yelling at him so legitimately, but the monk Zhang Er couldn't understand why this thief came to break into his palace, and he was so bold The anti-clients are the main ones!

Especially at this time, along with the clanging of soldiers' armor, more and more palace guards gathered around.

With a 'creak' sound, the guards outside pulled up their crossbows and aimed at Yanlao who was quite 'happy and angry'.

But this time.

After pondering for a while, Yanlao suddenly realized that he had 'changed' someone now, and of course he would let his own people 'wrongly blame' him, so he didn't blame these loyal and responsible guards.

Instead, he remained silent in place, deliberately showing the badge on his waist, and resolved the embarrassment with a few words.

"Okay! You are worthy of being a member of my Yan family! Do your best and do your best. It's no mistake that the old man once cultivated you!"

Yanlao's voice spread for a hundred meters, and after speaking, his voice returned to the vicissitudes of life before.

This also made an old general in heavy armor hear about it, and then looked at the token of the old man and the familiar outline, so he concentrated his thoughts, pushed away the people around him, stepped forward, and looked towards the 20-year-old man. The many-year-old Yanlao cupped his hands and said, "You are..."

"Exactly!" Yan Lao flicked his sleeves, as if he knew what the old general wanted to ask, and said again: "The heavens have a great opportunity, the old man will be brought back to life, and he will live another hundred years!"

Old Yan said, seeing the shocked, excited, and joyful expressions of the old general and the nearby guards, he said: "This matter is a long story, I don't have time to speak carefully, now let everyone The generals are gone..."

"You must remember!"

With a serious expression on his face, the old man Yan issued a prohibition order: "No one is allowed to go near the tower without the old man's order. And you bring thirty dead servants to guard the surrounding area of ​​the tower to prevent anyone from disturbing Senior Zhao!"

"Senior Zhao..."

The old general muttered a few words, thought about it, and guessed that Yanlao, the patron saint of the Huowu Kingdom, might be able to rejuvenate because of that "senior Zhao's chance", so he hurriedly clapped his hands in answer "yes", and dared not say any more other.

Seeing that the guards had dispersed, Old Yan went towards the direction of the palace without any more nonsense, and came to the court hall where all the officials were present.

It's just that at this time, all the officials are still speaking to the Holy One about important matters of people's livelihood, the safety of the family and the country, and their words are solemn and solemn.

But as soon as the old man arrived, the hundreds of ministers in the palace were the same as the previous palace guards. They were all kinds of "assassins" shouting, and they took a step back in unison, letting the guards around the palace step forward. enemy.