Qiao Jun ignored the princess, but swept his eyes towards the void, a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.
On the top of the white cloud, eleven elders from the virtual god realm wearing gorgeous robes were hidden, all majestic.
They were carrying their hands on their backs, looking down at everything below with cold eyes, without any expression on their faces, as if the mass murder below had nothing to do with them.
At a glance, Qiao Jun saw that the leading imperial robe elder had the highest cultivation level, being the fifth level of the Void God, and the lowest cultivation level was the Void God 2nd level.
But he didn't alarm them, but pretended to see nothing. But I was already on guard in my heart to prevent them from suddenly attacking.
"Reporting King! I am waiting to fulfill my mission. I will kill all the ten thousand silver soldiers." At this moment, the leading golden armor warrior suddenly came to Qiao Jun, crawled on the ground, and reported the result of the battle.
Qiao Jun smiled faintly, took out one hundred thousand spiritual stones from the ring space, put it on the bluestone ground without hesitation, and said lightly: "Get up, this is my reward for you."
The leader of the golden armored warrior saw the spirit stones all over the floor, and he was shocked, and immediately slammed his head to thank the king, "The servant Baglong thanked the king, and long live my king! Long live long live!"
The other golden armor warriors also squatted on the ground, buckling their heads in excitement.
With one hand behind his back, Qiao Jun slightly lowered his head to look at the leader of the warrior, "From now on, I will designate you as the guard of the imperial golden sword, and all the golden armored warriors in the palace will be dispatched by you, accusing them of guarding the safety of the royal family."
While talking, Qiao Jun's hand suddenly added a golden broad knife. This broad knife was made of pure gold. Qiao Jun didn't remember that it was taken out of the ring. Anyway, he got it from the storage ring.
Baglong looked at the golden sword in Qiao Jun's hand, his face was filled with ecstasy, and he immediately thanked him again: "The slave once again thanked my king."
"All get up and talk!" Qiao Jun said.
"Yes!" Baglong quickly stood up. The golden armored warriors behind him also stood up. Standing in place respectfully, not daring to move randomly.
Qiao Jun handed the golden knife to Baglung. After Bagrung bends to take it respectfully, Qiao Jun said indifferently: "Everyone, follow me into the palace!"
Although the princess and the five handsome men and women are all bowing their heads at this moment, the waves are already in their hearts.
Their great king is so generous, and one hundred thousand spirit stones can be taken out casually and rewarded to others. Doesn't he know how precious the spirit stones are in the North Moon Kingdom
Besides, is he still the grandfather who is idle all day long and has no learning skills? This contrast is too big, right
But think about it conversely, don't they need such a king now
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When Qiao Jun took the princess and the others to the gate that symbolized the rights of the Northern Moon Dynasty, more than 100,000 soldiers in silver armors neatly surrounded the red gate of the palace. Don't say Jun Qiao and they went in, even a fly can't fly in.
"Stop!" A tall warrior wearing golden armor suddenly stepped forward and stopped Qiao Jun and the others with a big knife.
"Presumptuous!" The princess named Lin Qingcheng looked at the tall warrior and snapped angrily.
"Wang Hao, I will wait for General Yuwen's iron decree to not let anyone in and out at will. Otherwise, I will kill you without mercy, and please don't be embarrassed by Wang Hao..."
Before the voice of the tall warrior fell, his neck was broken by Qiao Jun.
After Qiao Jun threw away the body of the tall warrior like trash, he said in a loud voice: "Whoever dares to make a mistake, kill him!"
"Bold!" At this moment, on the city wall, six figures flew down, and it was Yu Wenzhuo from the 9th floor of Yuan Ying who sternly shouted.
"Who is he?" Qiao Jun looked at Baglong and asked coldly.
Baglong immediately replied: "My lord, this person is Yuwenzhuo of the Yuwen family. His strength is very terrifying. The commander of the imperial forest army, more than half of the imperial forest soldiers and horses in the imperial capital will be dispatched by him."
After listening to the explanation, Qiao Jun didn't say anything. He grabbed it with his big hand, and soon the powerful Yuwenzhuo was easily grabbed by him...
He directly ignored everyone's gazes of fear and shock, his face exploded with murderous intent, and the rolling essence surrounded his big hand, like a tornado, just about to face Yu Wenzhuo's Tianling Gai, crashing down!
At this moment, in the void, a loud shout came. This voice was extremely old, but it was very loud and loud, "Stop it!!"
As this voice just fell, an elderly man with an imperial robe suddenly appeared in front of Qiao Jun, and said in a cold and low tone: "My lord, please raise your hand!"
Qiao Jun stopped his movements, looked at the old man in the imperial robe faintly, and asked in a cold voice: "If you want me to raise your hand, then raise your hand? What are you?"
The muddy eyes of the old man in the imperial robe suddenly became extremely deep and cold, "The king is gone, do you think about the consequences of killing my grandson?!"
Qiao Jun looked at the old man in the imperial robe, his eyes suddenly became extremely cold, "Old things, your Yuwen family's conspiracy to rebel, has become the crime of copying and slashing. I think your cultivation is hard-won. You can leave the blame for the past. But if you are obsessed with understanding and still want to seek the usurpation of the throne, I will not tolerate it at that time!"
"Huh!" The old man in the imperial robe snorted coldly, carrying his hands on his back, and said coldly: "My lord, if you are willing to let go of Zhuo'er, the old man may leave you a whole body. If not, the old man will definitely kill you. Big deal!"
After Qiao Jun heard this, he smiled, "Old stuff, do you think you unite with the other three families, I don't know? I tell you the truth, I want to destroy them, just raise my hands!"
"Hahahaha..." After listening to the imperial robe, the old man suddenly laughed, "My lord, are you not afraid that your tongue will flash when the wind is strong?"
But no one noticed how strong the solemn smell hidden in the smile of the old man in the imperial robe. Because the king who is about to be enthroned was killed by himself.
However, the fake great king who suddenly appeared now looked exactly like the real great king, and his cultivation base was unfathomable, even his dignified fifth-layer cultivation base could not be seen.
How can this not make him afraid, fearful
The Northern Moon Dynasty respects its strength. Whoever has a big fist can do whatever he wants, including seeking to usurp the throne and become the king of the Northern Moon Dynasty.
Even if the person who appears now is not the real king, he does not dare to offend him easily. What if that unknown strong person transforms into a king, just like him, is fighting the idea of usurping the throne
"You think the ten idiots above can withstand it, one of my hands, then you are so wrong." Qiao Jun suddenly narrowed his eyes and said lightly. (End of this chapter)