Datang: Inheriting the system legacy at the beginning

The voice rolled like thunder, beating the hearts of everyone in Pingkangfang.

Even Wang Qingcang, who was completely insane, paused under the influence of this voice.

Then everyone present saw a colorful figure leaping from the surging crowd outside the arena and stepping into the air.

Immediately afterwards, he stepped lightly on one head after another, and quickly rushed towards Li Yin's direction.

In a short while, that figure flew into the Wang family's camp!
boom~
A heavy voice sounded, and the figure landed on Wang Gui's coffin.

The force directly crushed the eight royal family members who were carrying the coffin to the ground.

After the figure stood still, it roared again.

"Ah! The thief is dead!"

Then I saw a black thing in his hand, like black lightning, attacking and killing Wang Qingcang's back at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Then everyone present saw that when the tip of the long sword in Wang Qingcang's hand was less than one centimeter away from Li Yin's chest, the black lightning hit Wang Qingcang's back heavily!

puff~

A bright red flashed from Li Yin's chest.

Everyone was extremely nervous, not knowing whether the blood belonged to King Qin or Wang Qingcang.

"Yeah, death, death, death..."

However, the figure stepping on Wang Gui's coffin still refused to stop.

The left hand shot out a black lightning bolt again and lashed towards Wang Qingcang's body.

again and again!
again and again!
That figure didn't seem to get tired, and the black lightning in his hand fell on Wang Qingcang's body like rain hitting plantains.

boom~
It wasn't until Wang Qingcang's entire back was chopped into flesh that he withdrew the black lightning in his hand.

But at this time, he didn't have the slightest intention to stop, and he let out a strange yell.

"If you want to kill my second brother, you all deserve to die, you all deserve to die..."

After speaking, the two black lightning strikes quickly again.

Opening the bow left and right, every bolt of lightning shot out, and a member of the Wang clan in white filial piety vomited blood and fell to the ground.

In a short while, there was no living person of the Wang clan present who was still standing.

Either the back was sunken heavily, or the chest was turned into flesh.

But it seemed that he was still unwilling to give up after getting the figure, and he was a little dazed.

It seems to be distinguishing, and it seems to be taking a breath.

Just when the black lightning in his hand was attacking and killing ordinary people on the sidelines, Li Yin woke up startled and shouted:
"Third uncle, stop! They are good people!"

Immediately afterwards, the two people who were originally locked by the black lightning fell limply to the ground as if they had just walked through the gate of hell.

In fact, you can't say that, they really walked through the gate of hell!
If Li Yin hadn't spoken fast enough, the two black lightning bolts would have blown their chests down.

It was precisely because of Li Yin's call that the figure forcibly took back the weapon that had already flown out!
"Hoohoo!"

Li Yin let out a sigh of relief, but luckily he spoke fast enough just now, otherwise the two innocent people would have shouted "Oh Excuse me".

But he was very curious why the third uncle appeared in Pingkangfang, shouldn't he be in the cave in Jingshan?
How did he get out?
Did he break free and run out comfortably?

Or did someone release him?

How did he know that he was in Pingkangfang?
These questions have been lingering in Li Yin's mind, but at this time, it is not easy to ask them in public.

At this time, the common people woke up from the shocking killing just now, and looked at the figure on the nanmu coffin one by one, respecting it like a god!

It's just that when they saw clearly what the figure was wearing, the feeling of being an invincible god of war disappeared without a trace.

The face is like a sick ghost, the bones are as thin as a stick, and the height is only five feet three inches, but the two arms are the length of the knees.

A small braid tied with colorful ropes, coupled with a colorful robe on her body.

There is no such thing as a god of war!
That is to say, people in this era don't know that there is such a thing as a mental hospital, otherwise someone will exclaim that this is a mental patient who escaped from that mental hospital.

Ordinary people don't know this person, so of course they think he is very funny at the moment.

But the attitude of the family members sitting in the box of the restaurant is completely different now.

At the moment when Li Yin handed over his third uncle, Cui Miao stood up abruptly, and the teacup in his hand made a 'crack' sound when it fell to the ground, but he didn't have any reaction.

It was as if he had seen a ghost, staring at the figure standing on top of Wang Gui's luxurious coffin.

After a long, long time!
Cui Miao couldn't believe it and asked the spokesperson of Xingyang Zheng's who was also stunned beside him:
"Ruozhi, you...look...is that person..."

Zheng Ruozhi took a heavy look at the figure, nodded fiercely, and said affirmatively:
"Yes! This person is undoubtedly King Zhao of the Western Mansion!"

"Sure enough! The old man thought I was blind and misread." Cui Miao swallowed heavily.

However, Lu He, the youngest among them, looked at the two with disbelief and said excitedly:

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

"Xifu Zhao Wang was already smashed into ashes by the sky thunder many years ago, how could he be resurrected from the dead?"

Don't say he couldn't believe it, if Cui Miao and Zheng Ruozhi hadn't seen Li Xuanba at close range countless times, they couldn't believe it now. The God of War of the Tang Dynasty who abandoned his armor, the King of Zhao in the Western Mansion.

Although Li Xuanba back then said that his intelligence was slightly inferior to normal people, it was only slightly inferior.

With his invincible arrogance, he would never dress himself up like this.

But no matter in terms of force or appearance, the person below is no different from the Zhao Wang Li Xuanba of the West Mansion they saw back then!
Is there a second person in the entire Tang Dynasty who not only looks like a consumptive ghost, but also has such a powerful fighting capacity.

What's more, they all heard the "third uncle" that Li Yin called just now.

Apart from Li Xuanba, is there anyone else in the Tang Dynasty who can be called the third uncle by the current King Qin?
Combining all kinds of things, they finally had to believe that the colorful person below was the King Zhao of the Western Mansion who once frightened the world by himself.

"Lu He, it's not your fault that you don't know that guy when you're young!" Cui Miao sighed deeply.

"Really... is he really that one?" Lu He pointed to the figure standing on the coffin downstairs with his trembling left hand.

"Hey! King Qin and King Zhao of the Western Mansion, is it true that the disaster of my family is really coming?"

Zheng Ruozhi ignored Lu He, and his expression obviously became lonely and worried at this moment.

Not only him, but everyone in the arena realized this fact.

If there is only one Qin Wang Li Min in the Tang Dynasty, the three of them plus the Taiyuan Wang family might be able to compete.

But now there is another Li Xuanba who is not afraid of anything, but his combat power is so strong that they can't afford any resistance. How can they compete with Li Tang's royal family!