As the dragon roar sounded, the Great Cold Sword spontaneously flew into the sky.

On the spot, Zhao Yang bowed to many masters in front of him and said with a smile:

"I am Chun Yangzi, now a sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial priest of the Great Qin. This time I came here to pass on the instructions of my king, hoping that many sword immortals in Shushan can be born and served in the Great Qin."

This is an additional task that Li Liang gave to him when he learned that Zhao Yang was coming to Shushan.

There was no mandatory requirement, just asking Zhao Yang to tell us about the benefits that Daqin could bring to Shushan, and then let these sword cultivators choose for themselves.

It includes the short promise of Daqin's recognition that Shushan is the only orthodox heritage of sword cultivator, and also includes the actual promise of granting land, helping Daqin when opening the mountain gate to collect disciples, and providing Shushan with sword-making materials and other materials.

This is the remedy that Li Liang thought of after suffering a loss from a certain Golden Peng Demon King.

Use sword cultivators to deal with the Golden-winged Great Phang!

After hearing Zhao Yang's words, the head of Shushan also showed a touch of solemnity on his face when he looked at Zhao Yang again.

"Daqin?"

"Yes."

"Aren't the dynasty the Southern Song Dynasty at this time?"

"Oh, sorry, because Da Qin suddenly crawled out of history, Da Song... was eliminated."

Looking at the dragon soul on the sky, swallowing with a big mouthful of enjoyment.

Zhao Yang turned around and chuckled indifferently:
Chapter completed!