Global Reincarnation: Sorry, I'm the boss

July 15, night.

The moon is as bright as water.

The Fengtian Hall is also known as the Golden Luang Palace.

In the Qing Dynasty, it was renamed the famous Taihe Hall.

Different from the impression of ordinary people, the discussions of the Ming and Qing dynasties were mostly held in Taihemen, Qianqingmen, Qianqing Palace, Yangxin Hall and so on.

It is rare to come to the Golden Luang Palace.

This vast palace is actually used as a venue for various ceremonies.

However, in terms of height and size, it is the most powerful in the entire Forbidden City.

The top of the basilica is very large.

Even, it doesn’t look like a roof, a bit like a square.

There is a ridge in the middle, which looks like a hillside.

The main hall is covered with golden glazed tiles, steep as a sharp slope and slippery as solid ice.

If it weren’t for the top masters, I’m afraid it would be very difficult to walk.

Under Wei Ziyun’s advice, the emperor changed into civilian clothes and jumped up to the main hall with him.

Of course, the aura of his long-standing monarch.

It is completely different from the temperament of these guards and jianghu people.

Extremely easy to distinguish.

Tu Fang and the others were already waiting on the southeast side of the temple roof, and when they saw the two, they said hello slightly, but their expressions were extremely nervous.

The emperor looked at it, and there were already twenty or thirty people standing on the roof of the hall.

Everyone has a ribbon that changes color.

This is the certificate that the palace handed over to outsiders to enter the palace.

Except for the six quacks who showed their faces calmly.

Some of the rest covered their faces, while others appeared to wear extremely delicate human skin masks.

Apparently they don’t want to be recognized for who they are.

Of course, this is also easy to understand.

Unless a true peerless master, no one wants to expose their face to the Great Forbidden Palace.

Dongchang and Jinyiwei, for most people, are extremely dangerous.

“Did you invite so many people?”

The emperor frowned slightly.

“Originally, there wasn’t so much…”

“Huh?”

“Go and ask about it.”

Ding Ao was startled, flashed, took a few false steps on the glazed tile, and came to Lu Xiaofeng.

“What’s going on?”

Lu Xiaofeng couldn’t help but ask when he saw Ding Ao.

“I was about to ask you.”

“Ask me what?”

“How many ribbons shall we give you?”

“Six.”

“Almost thirty people have come up now, where did their ribbons come from?”

“You ask me, who do I ask?”

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and complained.

“You…”

“You only give me six, and I can’t make a new one.”

“……”

Ding Ao was stunned, and some reason was poor.

This color-changing ribbon was paid tribute from Persia when Emperor Daxing was alive.

There are not many, in recent years, there are only one or two horses left, and even the ladies in the palace cherish it.

It was already very difficult for them to give Lu Xiaofeng six servings.

Under normal circumstances, Lu Xiaofeng would not be able to come up with a new one.

The only ones who could touch the raw materials of the ribbon were basically led by the four guards.

“This aside, who did you give those six ribbons?”

Ding Ao sighed and asked.

“I, honest monk, Gongsun eldest sister, Sikong star-picking, Bu Ju.”

Bu Ju was originally planned to give flowers all over the building.

But Hua Manlou loves life and is unwilling to come to watch friends fight, so he has to change people.

“There are only five.”

Ding Ao said coldly.

“Oh, the Mu Dao people originally had one, but he left temporarily, and the satin was brought to the Huangshan Gusong Scholar.”

Lu Xiaofeng shrugged.

In recent years, Mu Dao people and Gu Song have always been inseparable, often traveling together in the clouds, and their whereabouts are erratic.

Actually, it’s just because they often have to go back to Ghost Villa…

“Ding Ao has seen you.”

Ding Ao’s gaze swept over the honest monk and the others, and he nodded gently.

These people have extraordinary martial arts.

The honest monk is the third of the four great monks of Shaolin, second only to the two abbots, Great Compassion and Iron Shoulder.

If you can not provoke, it is good to be harmonious.

“Has Lord Yecheng arrived?”

A white shadow flashed, and a young man appeared on the roof of the Golden Palace.

The man was white as snow and spotless.

His face was indifferent, but he was carrying a long sword with a strange ancient shape behind his back.

Ximen blows snow!

As we all know, Ximen blows snow sword magic.

But few people know that his light skill is also so light.

“Just arrived a moment, Mengjun waited for a long time.”

Not far away, a sword chant sounded.

A sword light soared into the sky and landed on the opposite side of Ximen Chuixue.

The figure came with the sword, flowing and matchless.

The roof of this golden luang palace is still quite high…

Chen Yu tried it and felt that if he came up completely by bouncing power, he would be a little embarrassed.

The posture is not very graceful.

Simply cast a half-style Outer Heaven Flying Immortal, breaking through the air.

It looks like there’s nothing wrong with it!

“What a flying immortal! Sure enough, it was natural! Worthy of being the Lord of Ye City! ”

Ximen Chuixue looked at Chen Yu and sighed softly.

There was a slight admiration in his heart.

Before he could compete with the sword, he came out with his strongest sword technique.

I don’t care if I can see the reality.

Obviously, this is incomparable confidence and pride in his swordsmanship.

I firmly believe that this move of the Heavenly Flying Immortal is an unbreakable peerless sword technique.

In fact, that’s exactly what happened.

Ximen Chuixue looked at it at a glance, and there was no clue to crack it.

Only by attacking against attacking, the strong wins.

In contrast, he performed light skills suddenly, but he was a little petty.

“Senior official Ximen, please.”

Chen Yu gently hugged the sword as a salute.

He didn’t actually know what to call Ximen Chuixue.

The ghost almost shouted out.

“…… Just call me Master Ximen. ”

Ximen Chuixue frowned, always feeling that something was not quite right with this title.

Of course, a senior official is an honorific title for a rich and powerful man with a high social status or a wealthy child.

As the owner of Wanmei Mountain Villa, he naturally deserves this title.

It’s just a little strange.

The next moment, this miscellaneous thought was cut off by Ximen Chuixue.

into nothingness.

“It’s okay, Master Ximen. In today’s battle, you and I may not only divide the high, but also determine life and death. ”

Chen Yu said indifferently.

“Firm wishes, Domon fulfillment. City Lord, please. ”

Ximen Chuixue slowly stretched out his hand and flicked the scabbard.

It was a pair of pale, slender hands with meticulously manicured nails.

Stable and dry and even some sharp sword intent.

It was as if there was a sword qi shooting at the snap of a finger.

At this moment, Ximen Chuixue had become like his sword.

Cold and sharp, completely inhuman emotion.

The figure flickered, and the experts who were watching scattered one after another, as if trying to find a good position.

Intentionally or unintentionally, the emperor and others were faintly surrounded in it.

Wei Ziyun’s face changed slightly, and he hurriedly protected the emperor.

The sound of several more clothes sweeping through the air sounded.

Seven or eight men dressed in brocade clothes jumped up and stood on the top of the Golden Luang Palace.

Everyone is fluid and light, and obviously extraordinary.

Opposite those quacks.

The atmosphere is solemn.

“Sister Gongsun, these people have nothing to do with Lord Yecheng, right?”

Lu Xiaofeng looked a little uneasy and asked Gongsun Landao.

“I don’t know, but he didn’t explain that he had to take care of these people.”

“Everyone disperse and wait and see.”

Gongsun Lan thought about it and shook his head.

“What about you?”

Lu Xiaofeng asked.

“Amida Buddha, the monk is honest, the monk doesn’t know anything.”

“I am willing to listen to Lu Daxia’s orders.”

“I can only steal, and I don’t fight, I just watch this thing lively.”

Honest monks, Sikong Xingxing and others expressed their positions one after another.

The melons in the imperial city, although lively and tasteful.

But after eating melons, you may have lost your head.

The crowd clearly did not intend to be eventful.

“Then wait and see.”

Lu Xiaofeng thought about it and sighed.

He had never known the little emperor.

Even if there is something to do, there is no need to run over to the dry escort.

Moreover, there are masters around people.

You don’t necessarily use it yourself.

“Let’s go.”

Chen Yu swept his eyes and said lightly.

“Good!”

Ximen Chuixue reached out and knocked heavily on the scabbard.

The sword light was like a dragon, shooting out from the scabbards of Ximen blowing snow.

The cold sword light swept through the void like a pool of autumn water.

In the void, it seemed to be a flash of electricity, extremely bright.

Sword qi rushed!