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The king prince obviously hadn't reacted yet, he nodded in a daze, and his eyes were full of shock when he looked at Zhao Yi.

Just how capable this director is, in a few words, he can comprehend an unprecedented power.

Of course, he didn't know that after surrendering the dragon, Zhao Yi's containment points increased again, and Lingyi silk book finally ushered in an upgrade.

Originally, the level of the Lingyi silk book had reached the level of the Huangpin Triple Heaven, which was synchronized with Zhao Yi's realm.

At this time, after subduing the Flood Dragon, Zhao Yi could already break through to the realm of Huangpin First Layer, Half-Step Profound Grade, relying on the containment point.

Of course, Zhao Yi hasn't had time to make a breakthrough yet, because it will take some time to practice, so I don't worry about it for the time being.

However, although Zhao Yi hasn't made a breakthrough yet, the Lingyi silk book has been synchronized to Huangpin First Heaven.

This allowed Zhao Yi to master more extremely ancient spells, as if he just seemed to just put his palms on the king's body at will.

But that was the spirit-calling technique performed by Zhao Yi, in order to make the reincarnated kings and nobles recall the consciousness of the kings and nobles five hundred years ago.

At this point, it seemed that this method was very useful. It was a big breakthrough for the nobles to use the sword intent of the king in a short period of time.

But at the same time, Zhao Yi also knows that it is absolutely impossible for the king to reach the level where he can dispatch tasks in a short period of time. Therefore, he decided to help the king to awaken the strength that was lost in the long river of time during the next period of time. .

And the memory of belonging to the strongest soldier of the Dao Sect, the king's power and wealth.

Even though he thought so much in his heart, Zhao Yi didn't have a trace. He looked at the king and said with a smile:

"From now on, train well. When I leave the customs, I still have a big gift to give you."

"Big gift?"

Wang Quangui looked at Zhao Yi curiously and asked:

"What kind of gift?

Zhao Yi smiled without saying a word, sold it off, and didn't answer immediately.

But this makes the kings and nobles full of expectations. It must be nothing ordinary from the hands of Zhao Yi.

At this time, the royal princes were wholeheartedly immersed in the training room of the 1949 innings, without knowing that the royal family was far away in the capital. At this time, a meeting within the clan was being held.

A single-family courtyard house, many people came and went here at this time, and a plaque of Wang's family hung on the gate of the courtyard.

"Snapped!"

An angry knock came from the room, followed by a man's roar:

"What? Where did the rebellious king go?"

The people standing below seemed a little scared at this time:

"Patriarch, I contacted Grand Lord before, he... said he had joined an organization called the 749 Bureau."

As Wang Duoyu, the father of the noble king, the contemporary Patriarch of the Wang family, he looked at his servant angrily at this time and said:

"What kind of organization is that? Have you checked it out?"

The servant nodded quickly:

"Checked it, but"

"but what!"

Wang Duoyu was obviously a violent temper, and he couldn't bear the hesitation of the subordinates at this time, and his eyes suddenly glared.

Where did the next person dare to hesitate at this time, and quickly said what he knew:

"Patriarch, according to our investigation, there is no such organization as the 749 Bureau. I think it should be made up by the old man casually.

"Humph!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Duoyu suddenly snorted:

"Unfortunate family, how could I have such a hopeless son, and even made up an unnecessary organization, I don't know where I am now, ruining the reputation of my Wang family!"

Wang Duoyu's tone was filled with the feeling of hating iron but not steel, and he was extremely disappointed with this son.

Ever since I was a child, I have not learned and said nothing, and always said some strange things, and talked about Taoism, monsters and the like every day.

Although such things have been recorded in the ancestral books of the Wang family since ancient times, they are all bragging, and they are all made up by ancient superstitions, but what era is now, who still believes in these things?

But Wang Duoyu, whether he said it for good or bad, just couldn't hold back the nature of the king and nobleman, which also made him angrily drove him out of the house.

I just wanted to educate him, but as long as he lowers his head and admits a mistake, won't he come back?

Who would have thought that this kid would have been silent as soon as he left. If he hadn't sent someone to investigate, he wouldn't even know how he was now.

Wang Duoyu became more and more angry, and sighed again and again. He had almost nothing to do with this son.

"Boom boom"

Suddenly there was a sound of crutches and knocking on the ground outside the door. In an instant, everyone in the whole room stood up almost at this moment, even Wang Duoyu was no exception.

Hearing the sound, Wang Duoyu hurried to the door, looking at the old man walking with a walking stick in front of him, and saluting respectfully:

"Father, how did you come?"

Although the old man is nearly eighty years old, he still has eyes on his eyes. He glared at Wang Duoyu, walked straight to the main seat of the house, sat down, looked at Wang Duoyu and asked:

"Daoyu, you are now the owner of the family, so majestic, you dare to drive out even my grandson?"

When Wang Duoyu saw that his father was angry, he quickly explained:

"Father, I also drove the rebellious son out in a fit of anger, but who ever thought why he wouldn't come back?"

"Humph!"

The old man snorted coldly, looked at the servant next to Wang Duoyu and asked:

"Do you know where my grandson is now?"

"Master, I"

Staff such as housekeeper dare not say anything, and looked at Wang Duoyu beside him as if asking for help.

Seeing this, Wang Duoyu quickly said:

"Father, I have sent someone to find out where the king is, he is quite good now, don't worry, I will let him come back in these two days."

The old man suddenly knocked hard with the walking stick on the ground, got up, and left the house without saying a word.

Until the figure of the old man disappeared in front of everyone, the next person couldn't help asking:

"Patriarch, son, he

Wang Duoyu immediately waved his hand angrily:

"I know what you want to say, is it possible that I have to tell the father that his grandson is missing?

If the old man gets angry, it's not as simple as me being angry. "

The servant nodded quickly:

"Patriarch, what should we do now?"

Wang Duoyu sighed angrily:

"What else can I do if I really owe him? I quickly send someone out to find out where he is.

What a shit of 749 innings, he must have fabricated it, not necessarily where it is at this time.

If you send someone out to find him, you have to carry him back to me!

"Yes!

The servant led the order and hurried out, and suddenly only Wang Duoyu was left in the house.

"D."

There was no one around, and Wang Duoyu was finally able to let go of the fake. He sighed deeply, and suddenly became much older.

Wang Duoyu was very disappointed with the child of the king.

He originally wanted to let the kings and nobles engage in business, after all, the Wang family is a large business family with a lot of industries, and one person is always needed to take over.

But now, it seems that the princes have no idea of ​​doing business at all!

But I don't know why, the old man just loved him, and even supported the nobles to study those weird Taoism and other things.

It was also under this pressure that he had to send someone out to find him, otherwise he even hoped that he had never had this son.

Time passed in a blink of an eye, and the retreat of the king in the training room had lasted for a month.

During this period, Zhao Yi went to instruct almost every day, and was highly confidential about the training program, even Wang Ye and others could not watch it up close.

For this reason, Wang Ye was also very puzzled:

"Why is the secretary so caring about him? I really don't know what the training results will be."

Ma Baoer punched Wang Ye in the chest:

"When you first came, didn't the chief train you like this? Now that the nobles are here, why can't you train him like this?"

However, Wang Ye shook his head:

"Sister Bao'er, when you came, you were already a master of one dozen ten. When I came, I had learned all Wudang Kungfu, and the captain was also very skilled when I came.

But I am worried about the chief executive’s efforts, and I cannot see the corresponding return.”

Ma Baoer didn't speak any more after these words were spoken. In fact, she also felt very puzzled about it in her heart.

The king is like a mortal, he can't feel any qi in his body, don't talk about Taoism or anything.

This makes Ma Baoer also feel very puzzled, why did Zhao Yi choose him?

And from this period of time, Zhao Yi is still very caring, not only spends most of his time in his training room, training one-on-one with the princes, but also keeps the training completely confidential.

This allows a few people to get together in their spare time during training to guess what the outcome of the training of the king's power and responsibility will be.

At this time, in the training room of the king

A clever figure flashed past, and quickly appeared in every corner of the room. Wherever the figure went, a golden light flashed, and the wooden stakes used for training suddenly shattered to the ground.

"what "

The figure finally stopped, and the king was surprised to see the sword intent of the king in his hand. At this time, under the guidance of Zhao Yi, he was already able to use it flexibly.

………For flowers…

Zhao Yi, who saw everything in his eyes, immediately clapped his hands:

"Yes, the effect is obvious. You have now mastered the sword intent of the king's power."

Upon hearing this, the king could not help but ask curiously:

"Director, why do I always see that figure every time I train. He looks exactly like me. I always feel that there is a connection between us. Can you tell me?"

When Zhao Yi heard the words, he naturally knew what the royal authority was expressing. As a reincarnation, he could naturally be related to the royal wealth and wealth of the real body in the previous life.

But at this time, it's not that he needs to know all of this time.

Therefore, Zhao Yi just smiled and patted the crown prince on the shoulder:

"One day you will understand all of this, but it is not the time. You have entered this training room for more than a month. It is time to go out. The gift I promised you has already been prepared for you. NS.

Hearing this, the princes immediately put aside the questions they had just now, and looked at Zhao Yi curiously and asked:

"The director can tell me now, what is the gift?"

Zhao Yi looked up and down the princes and said:

"Among the members of our 749 Bureau, Wang Ye is a master of Taoism, Ma Baoer is a master of Taoism, and Zhang Qilin is a rare blood warrior. You are the only master of sword intent.

In the following training, you will always go down this road. After all, you have a different insight and understanding of kendo from ordinary people.

Therefore, I decided to take you to the 749 rounds of the weapon arsenal and choose a weapon of your choice.

..............0

Wang Quanzhi suddenly widened his eyes, and asked in surprise:

"Director, was the ancient knife in Zhang Qilin's hand selected from the arsenal?'

Zhao Yi nodded:

"Yes, not only his ancient sword, but also the Taoist robe worn by Wang Ye, are all selected from the arsenal."

This made the king's nobles even more happy, after all, in the previous battle with the fusion, he had personally seen the powerful role of the ancient black gold sword and the Taoist robe on Wang Ye.

"Director, what are we waiting for? Let's go now. If someone else picks it away, don't I regret it.

However, Zhao Yi smiled indifferently: "Then, let's go."

The door to the training room, which had been closed all the time, finally opened. Zhao Yi and the princes walked out one after another. This made Wang Ye and several people who were chatting on the first floor looked over.

In the next second, Ma Baoer frowned:

"Strange, why I suddenly felt a strange energy radiating from the body of the nobleman, and I can't tell what it is."

Wang Ye nodded thoughtfully:

"Yes, I have noticed it too, but I can't see it. After a month of training, this prince is really different from ordinary people."

I thought that Zhao Yi would bring the kingly dignitaries to the people, but I didn't expect that they would pass by himself directly. This made Wang Ye and Ma Baoer very puzzled.

Just here, Zhang Qilin's figure appeared on the second floor. During this time, he had also been in the training room to run the tacit understanding between himself and the black gold ancient knife.

Wang Ye immediately waved his hand and motioned to Zhang Qilin to come over.

With doubts, Zhang Qilin came to Wang Ye's side and looked at Wang Ye suspiciously.

Wang Ye approached Zhang Qilin without seeing anything, and said:

"Did the captain see it? The special training for Wang Quangui is over. Do you know what this special feeling exuded from him?"

After being reminded by Wang Ye, Zhang Qilin felt a little, and then frowned thoughtfully.

For some reason, this feeling is very similar to the aura emitted by the black gold ancient knife in his hand.

But what Zhang Qilin didn't understand was that the king was obviously a living person, but why could he exude a weapon-like hostility?

With such doubts, Zhang Qilin and several people followed Zhao Yi and the king to the armoury.

Since the level of this weapon arsenal is continuously increasing with Zhao Yi's level, there are many more weapons in the entire arsenal at this time.

As soon as the door of the armory was opened, the nobles suddenly felt an extremely familiar feeling.

This made him very curious about the weapon arsenal, thinking about stepping into it.

At this time, there are many weapons, cold weapons, hot weapons, everything on display on the walls.

However, a pair of eyes swept across these weapons, but the king did not show any expression of joy.

These are not the familiar feelings, so what is it that exudes?

Buzz!

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone's surprise, a faint golden light flashed in the armory.

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