After walking through a long and splendid road, following the young and heroic prince in front of him, Chen Ming finally came to a hall.

As soon as he entered here, Chen Ming couldn't help but pause, and he felt something keenly.

In the main hall, there is a terrifying pressure that is spreading continuously, originating from a figure.

He was a heroic middle-aged man with a kind face, wearing regular clothes. Although he was middle-aged, his charm had not diminished but increased, making him admired.

On his body, a majestic power that is as big as a mountain or a sea, covering his face, is surging forward. The endless divine power contained in his body is waiting to erupt, almost like a small sun, which makes people dare not look directly.

Grandmaster!

No! Maybe more than that!

On the spot, Chen Ming's body froze, and cold sweat broke out on his body. Just sensing a wisp of energy leaking from the opponent's instinct, his whole body began to tremble, and his body trembled subconsciously, and a great fear arose.

Even the fighting spirit and spirit that he had cultivated after many bloody battles and repeated victories had lost their effect at this moment. He could only barely maintain himself and not completely fall into the opponent's aura.

This is not the first time that Chen Ming has seen a grandmaster. Whether it is Zhongqiu whom he saw in Yueshan in the past, or Daqian Taizu who he glimpsed from the air with the power of divine weapons, there is no doubt that his strength is greater than that of this heroic man.

above.

But at this moment, when he first met Zhong Qiu, Chen Ming was no better than Fang Jin, and the Buddha's blood induction in his body was not as strong as it is now. Although he felt that the other party was very strong and invincible, that was all.

The gap between the two mirrors is too big, and you can't feel much detail at all.

As for Taizu Daqian, what he saw through the interaction of the power of the divine weapons was just a residual mark and did not possess the unique and powerful majestic divine power of the original body.

The next moment, Chen Ming felt the state of his body. He took a deep breath, and the surging Buddha power in his body receded. The angle of vision of the Buddha's blood was closed. Suddenly, the pressure around him was greatly reduced, and he could no longer feel anything big.

At the same time, he was secretly vigilant in his heart, and the power of his magical power was ready to go. As long as the situation was slightly wrong, he would immediately use his magical power to escape without any hesitation.

The gap between the two is really too big. Although the possibility of the other party making a move is small, once he does, Chen Ming will definitely die within a few moves. There won't be much leeway at all, so he has to be more vigilant.

"Father."

Beside him, unlike Chen Ming, who had many thoughts running through his mind, the prince shouted softly and called out the identity of the middle-aged man.

Today's Emperor Daqian.

"Tomorrow, you go down and have a good rest."

In front of him, Emperor Daqian had a gentle face and shouted to the prince. Then he looked at Chen Ming in front of him, looking up and down.

His gaze was very calm, calm, and a little gentle, looking at Chen Ming as if he were looking at a junior.

In front of him, Chen Ming was looking around with his eyes, but he lowered his head, looking very unnatural.

Emperor Daqian's gaze seemed peaceful, but Chen Ming, who had the blood of the Buddha, could feel that as the other man's gaze lowered, there was an invisible and formless power of the spirit reaching down, searching for Chen Ming. traces of his body and explore the traces of his past.

Feeling this, he used his divine soul to suppress the two divine veins in his body, reducing the activity of the two divine veins, hoping to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

It wasn't until a moment later that the Emperor Daqian in front of him withdrew his gaze, his stern yet gentle eyes retracted.

"It is truly remarkable that at such a young age, one can practice the Great Chu Martial Arts to such an extent."

When Emperor Daqian opened his mouth, his first sentence was a compliment.

"The emperor is so complimentary."

Chen Ming lowered his head and felt calm, not feeling the slightest joy at the sudden compliment.

After many battles, the Great Chu Martial Arts Sutra and the Great Rui Buddhist Sutra, at this moment, he has truly become spiritually pure. Although the directions are different, he is by no means inferior to Yang Lian, the fourth princess of Daqian, in terms of pure spiritual cultivation. I have long stopped being moved by other people’s words.

This is the same even if the person speaking is Emperor Daqian.

"A filial son comes from a poor family, and loyal ministers are missed when the country is in trouble. It is not easy for you to devote yourself to An'ermo. You took action just now. You are worthy of being a loyal and good queen."

Emperor Qian smiled and then continued: "If I remember correctly, your father is Chen Qizhi?"

"Exactly." Chen Ming was a little surprised, but still nodded.

"That's a coincidence."

On the high throne, seeing Chen Ming admitting, Emperor Qian had a smile on his face, as if he had remembered something interesting: "I remember thirty years ago, in a literary examination, your father was ranked third in front of me. , about the same age as you at the moment."

"Thirty years have changed day and night. Your father has grown up. Even his children are already this old."

The corner of Chen Ming's mouth twitched and he felt inexplicably speechless at this moment.

In the world of warriors, a grand master has at least five hundred years of life. Judging from the age of the Emperor Daqian in front of him, he has not even lived half of it at this moment.

The Chen family has been serving as officials for generations. Judging by the length of his reign, not to mention Chen Ming's father, perhaps even his grandfather and great-grandfather have met him.

Thinking of this, Chen Ming couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, feeling a little inexplicable at this moment.

"Where did you get the tempering method of the God Chen family?"

In front of him, Emperor Qian spoke softly, but there was an air of majesty in every move that made people frightened and not to be underestimated.

"I bought it from a wandering Taoist priest."

Chen Ming answered in this way without confessing Ming Wei.

The matter of the emperor's bloodline is extremely sensitive. If the emperor asked about it, it would be clear that it would not be a good thing.

Chen Ming felt that Mingwei was still good to him and did not want to deceive his teammates at this time.

"The secret tempering method of the Emperor Chen family is accessible to ordinary people, and how happened to you, the queen of the Emperor Chen family, bumped into it?"

Emperor Qian laughed dumbly and said, "That person's mind is not pure, but his thoughts are unpredictable."

Listening to these words, Chen Ming's face showed respect, but he secretly complained in his heart: "It doesn't hurt to stand and talk."

Ming Wei may have impure thoughts, but the other party had previously rescued the Chen family, and then gave Chen Ming the method of tempering the divine veins, and told Chen Ming many secrets. The help he provided to Chen Ming was far greater than what the Imperial Court of Daqian had given him. There are more.

Besides, there is no absolutely pure relationship in this world. Mingwei's intentions towards Chen Ming may not be pure. Could it be that the emperor Qian in front of him has pure intentions?

In the final analysis, it’s just a matter of fifty steps and a hundred steps.

Of course, although he was complaining like this in his heart, on the surface, Chen Ming had another story: "Your Majesty, don't worry, if I meet that person again next time, I will behead him as a tribute to Your Majesty."

"That's not necessary."
Chapter completed!