Chapter 4100 Big Brother

Out of the knife?

Not to mention the effect of this knife going out, the only thing that can be determined is that it will inevitably "bring shame upon oneself"! Long Bahuang sighed, and silently put down the knife.

"When you are old, talented people come out from generation to generation, not to mention the rare emperor swordsman in the ages, you have to obey."

Long Bahuang shook his head and smiled wryly: "Sword God wants to be the patriarch, I agree."

Ye Fan stood on the top of Sword Peak, but his face showed a trace of coldness.

"It's windy here, I didn't hear clearly, why don't you say it again?"

While speaking, several giant black-gold swords hanging in the sky vaguely aimed their sharp edges at Long Bahuang below.

Long Bahuang's heart skipped a beat! Realizing that he couldn't hold on any longer, he looked around unwillingly, and seeing that everyone was dumb, he knew there was no way out.

Immediately, Long Bahuang put away the Jin Mie knife, bent down and saluted.

"Long Bahuang, I implore the Sword God to become the ruler of the Dragon Royal Family!"

Hearing this, the whole Dragon City was in an uproar! There is no doubt that this is completely subdued! It's not "agreement", it's "begging", this is absolute identity recognition! Seeing this scene, Ah Qun shook his head secretly. Sure enough, as Ye Fan expected, these guys are still afraid of dying and seeing dragons say so, and the other group of elders certainly don't want to be cannon fodder.

Speaking of which, if Ye Fan was born in the Shenlong royal family, he would have been the patriarch long ago.

Now it's just that the process is a bit bad, but it's not a big deal to submit to the emperor's swordsman.

Compared with Long Ziyang's lineage, Ye Fan is obviously more able to bring prestige to the Shenlong royal family.

"I implore the Sword God to become the ruler of the Shenlong Royal Family!"

All of a sudden, the sound of surrender came from the mountains and the tsunami! Only then did Ye Fan show a satisfied smile on his face.

"I knew that you all really wanted me to be the patriarch. If you were so honest earlier, wouldn't everything be fine?"

A group of royal elders scolded their mothers in their hearts, but they were all smiling.

Long Siyou's face was extremely ugly, and finally he couldn't hold back any longer, and asked through sound transmission: "Father! These old bastards are so submissive!?"

"I can't help it. The opponent is the sword god, the Creator. If he really refuses to give up an inch, all the people combined will not be his opponent." Long Ziyang said calmly.

"Didn't Long Bahuang and Long Yuxian say that half of their feet had stepped into the Creator's threshold?

Neither will work! ? "

"madness!"

Long Ziyang swept his eyebrows, and said via voice transmission: "To truly stand on the steps of the Creator, and to barely stand on the steps are completely different concepts!"

"This sword god is probably already standing in the realm of the Creator. Long Bahuang and Long Yuxian just put their hands on the edge of the platform with difficulty, and at most they took a risk."

"People standing on the high platform only need to step on their feet casually, and grab the guy on the edge, and they will fall to pieces! This is the gap!!"

Long Ziyang was also annoyed, "If there is really hope of winning, my father would have joined forces with them long ago, and would have been watching from the sidelines all this time!?"

"Father has already said that, it seems that we can only take a step back first. I never thought that this evil seed left by Jingyou would come so quickly," Long Siyou said helplessly.

"Grandfather, father, what shall we do next?"

Long Tatian was a little nervous.

"Don't panic, Siyou, have you finished what I asked you to do?"

Long Ziyang asked.

"Father, don't worry, he should be back soon." Long Ziyang nodded, then stepped forward and said with a smile: "Congratulations to the Sword God, becoming the patriarch of the Shenlong Royal Family, this is a blessing for the royal family!"

"It is my wish to let the descendants of Princess Jingyou return to this position."

"Because of brother Jingxuan's matter, the Sword God doesn't want to see our grandparents and grandchildren even if he wants to come."

Although Ye Fan promised that he would not pursue it, Long Ziyang knew that once time passed, anything could happen.

Ye Fan could find some excuses and kill them! Therefore, the top priority is to take the best policy! In front of everyone's eyes, Ye Fan would not break his promise and do it openly.

Ye Fan thought that this old tortoise is really smart, so he is going to run away?

"What's the hurry, I just became the patriarch, so I have to celebrate it anyway."

"Could it be that you don't like me taking the position, so you don't want to stay and celebrate?"

Long Ziyang laughed and said: "Sword God, we are naturally very happy, Siyou and Tatian also think so."

"It's just that we happen to have some things to do. Now that the royal family has a sword god, our grandparents and grandchildren can travel far away." After finishing speaking, Long Ziyang directly drew a broken dragon shadow null.

Seeing this, Long Yedu also ran over in a hurry.

"Great-grandfather! Wait for me!"

A group of four will leave the scene.

However, a black gold sharp blade directly pierced through the space door, and the dragon shadow was interrupted immediately! Long Ziyang, who hadn't stepped in just now, had a stiff expression.

"Sword God, what is the meaning of this?"

Long Ziyang smiled but didn't.

"I'm not going to kill you either, I just leave you guys to have a glass of wine, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

How could Ye Fan let this old boy run away so easily, if the Eight Tribulations Azure Dragon really ran away, it would be very difficult to catch him because the sky is high and the sea is wide.

"If the Sword God thinks so highly of him, then let Du'er stay and represent our family, congratulations to the Sword God."

Long Yedu trembled all over, his lips turned purple with fright: "Great-grandfather! Are you going to abandon me?

! "

Long Ziyang glanced coldly, and Long Yedu was so scared that he didn't dare to speak.

"No need to talk nonsense, I promised my uncle not to pursue it, but I didn't say it, I won't keep it." Ye Fan was halfway through speaking, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He looked in one direction, his brows gradually wrinkled.

From the edge of Dragon City, one old and one young are gradually flying towards here.

"Master, hurry up, master! Don't look!"

The young man was dressed in the attire of a scholar, with a blue robe, delicate and elegant.

And behind him, a man with a suave temperament, casual and messy clothes, disheveled hair, drinking wine while driving.

"Oh, what's the rush, what's the rush, isn't it here?"

"This is the emperor's sword intent, my dear disciple, why don't you take the opportunity to observe it?"

The long-haired man reached out and stroked a dangling black gold blade, his face full of interest.

Ye Fan stared intently, this guy can touch his solid sword intent with bare hands?

! And some members of the Shenlong Royal Family showed surprise when they saw this pair of people.

Long Tatian was stunned, looking at his grandfather and father, he seemed to have thought of something.

"Father..." Long Siyou winked at him, "This moment, that moment, the overall situation matters!"

Long Tatian looked helpless and entangled, but there was nothing he could do.

"Father! Are you all right!"

The young man ran up to Long Tatian and called out to his father, which stunned countless people present! Long Yedu was also dumbfounded, and couldn't help asking loudly: "Who are you, brat!?

What are you shouting about! ? "

But without waiting for him to say a word, Long Siyou slapped the grandson and rolled him out! "A worthless thing! He is your half-brother!! You have to call him big brother!!"