Chapter 1886: Main God team, pit-father mission (Second update, seeking subscriptions)

"There are really a lot of people!"

Lin Pingzhi stood on the top of Mount Song, looking at the dense, black crowd on Mount Song, and sighed in his heart, "It seems that there is something simple behind this matter."

At first, the rumor was—a swordsman surnamed Liu wanted to challenge Shaolin.

Halfway there, it had already changed to, Shaolin was going to hold a martial arts assembly to pick the world's number one person to be the martial arts alliance leader.

Smart people already knew there was a problem, and some even left directly.

Most people were even more excited, wishing they were that lucky person.

Unify the martial arts world, become the martial arts alliance leader, and be the emperor of the martial arts world.

No!

With so many experts in the martial arts world now, if one could rule them, even being the emperor of the world was not impossible to do.

Thinking of this, the martial arts roughs felt even more heated in their hearts.

They didn't think—everyone was practicing the Evil-Warding Sword Art, and everyone was an expert, who would be willing to listen to whom?

Although martial artists are strong, they are a plate of loose sand.

Lin Pingzhi released his divine sense and soon discovered the clues.

Hundreds of giant cannons had long been hidden in the forest, waiting in readiness.

There were even nearly ten thousand archers, quietly lurking, waiting for orders.

These archers were all burly (rssf), with eyes like electricity, and at a glance, they were the elite of the imperial dynasty, and they were sharpshooters.

"It seems that the imperial court has also seen the seriousness of the matter and wants to wipe out all the martial artists on Mount Song."

Lin Pingzhi's expression changed slightly, but he wasn't too worried.

With his current strength, not to mention this bit of artillery, he could easily dodge even the nuclear bombs that Miss Su mentioned.

In short, as long as no major changes occurred, he wouldn't be afraid at all.

In the dense forest.

Zhu Houzhao's expression was ugly, looking at the martial artists walking like flying on Mount Song.

Too fast!

The speed of these martial artists was simply beyond his imagination.

Although there were people in the palace who practiced the Evil-Warding Sword Art.

However, these eunuchs often liked to hide their clumsiness, and their performance was not outstanding on weekdays.

Accompanying the emperor is like accompanying a tiger!

Staying by the emperor's side, who would dare to show their fangs?

Even as guards or servants, the guard eunuchs were always vigilant, not daring to show their danger, so as not to cause the emperor's fear.

Therefore, Zhu Houzhao's view of the guard eunuchs had always been that they were quite powerful.

But that was all.

"Li Zhong, what do you think the result of this battle will be?"

Suddenly, Zhu Houzhao asked.

In the shadows, a feminine voice rang out.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the internal minister dare not assert. If there were only a few thousand people, with so many cannons, one round of salvo, no divine art would be of any use."

"However, there are too many people. Although the imperial court's artillery is sharp, it is difficult to finish it in one battle and wipe them all out."

"To prevent them from jumping over the wall in a hurry, why doesn't Your Majesty retreat for now, and let other officials supervise the battle here?"

Zhu Houzhao's brows furrowed even tighter, waving his hand and sighing: "If I don't supervise the battle personally, how can I be at ease."

In fact, seeing so many existences who didn't engage in production but were powerful in martial arts, Zhu Houzhao's sense of crisis had long since exploded.

So many experts would definitely cause chaos in the world.

At this time, where could he still care about personal safety.

Shaolin.

After a period of development, the Shaolin Temple's monk sticks, ring blades, and other weapons had been abandoned, and all replaced with long swords.

In terms of appearance, it had changed from masculine to feminine, and all the young monks were fair-faced and beardless, with gentle postures.

Even the old monk Fang Zheng had lost all his white beard.

Externally, it was claimed that he was too old and his beard had fallen out.

In fact, the monks in the temple all knew that Fang Zheng couldn't endure the temptation of the Evil-Warding Sword Art and had also castrated himself to practice sword.

The Evil-Warding Sword Art was not more brilliant than the Yi Jin Jing. ===== CHAPTER 1887 =====