"It's just a few factions on the left, but the most likely one is the Sixth Prince. After all, Wu Fatian's incident caused him to suffer a lot of losses."
Shen Luoyan analyzed the situation easily. As long as the strong King Wu did not appear, they would not be afraid of anyone.
Her judgment was also affirmed by everyone, because except for the Sixth Prince, they had not had conflicts with other major forces.
"In any case, our current strength is enough to deal with emergencies. If we cannot eradicate Jianzhuang in one fell swoop this time, the prestige we have finally established some time ago will be completely lost."
This is a conspiracy. Even if the other party knows that it is a trap, they will step in without hesitation.
"Habitual thinking kills people! They all thought that there couldn't be too many strong people in Qinghe County, but they didn't expect that our group of river crossing dragons would make him, a local snake, die miserably."
As Chu Ming analyzed, a welcome banquet was being held in the hall of Jianzhuang.
"The three of you have come a long way, and I can wash you all off with just a small amount of wine."
"Thank you, Senior Wang!"
Although the three of them came from the Sixth Prince's Mansion, they did not dare to neglect Wang Zhe, a master with a long reputation.
"His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince is too cautious. With me sitting here, the mere Hell King's Palace can't make any waves at all, so why bother the three of you traveling all the way."
Although Wang Zhe's words were polite, his words expressed the Sixth Prince's dissatisfaction with his doubts about his strength.
"Senior has misunderstood His Highness the Sixth Prince. His Highness has longed for the sect. However, due to his status, it is inconvenient to come here to witness the glory of Senior, so we had to let the three of us tell him how Senior showed his great power when he returned home. This can be regarded as Make up for the regret.”
The person who answered was a middle-aged scholar, a former Grand Master warrior, who was obviously a think tank, and his words made Wang Zhe very satisfied.
He couldn't help but twist his beard and smile, and the corners of his proud mouth slightly raised.
"There is still a huge difference between the sect and the secular world. All the powerful martial arts in the world come from the sect. Therefore, although I am a late-stage grand master, I can confidently challenge the great master Dzogchen warrior."
"Are there any great masters or Dzogchen warriors in Qinghe County? These powerful men are all famous figures in the Song Dynasty, and they are all looking for opportunities to break through King Wu. Who would be so bored as to create a killer organization?"
"So with me sitting here, no matter how many great masters there are in the Palace of Hell, they will only give away their heads."
Wang Zhe's words attracted the envious looks of the other three people. Although they were also great master warriors, they could clearly feel the gap between them and Wang Zhe.
Wang Zhe had a fierce aura about him, just like the sword aura, which obviously suppressed them, making them feel that they might not be able to make a single move under Wang Zhe's hands.
This is the difference in the skills practiced.
The three of them settled down in Jianzhuang, waiting for the King of Hell to come.
A week has passed since Jianzhuang provoked the Palace of Hell, but Palace of Hell did not make any response, which also created Jianzhuang's arrogance.
The disciples of Jianzhuang told everyone when they met that the King of Hell was afraid of Jianzhuang and did not dare to challenge their master. What's more, they even started swearing in the street. All kinds of filthy words were unbearable to listen to.
All of a sudden, the words that King of Hell was afraid of Jianzhuang filled the streets, and even ordinary people knew that King of Hell was bullied by Jianzhuang.
Cao Zhengchun and others, who were aroused by Jianzhuang, were waiting for Chu Ming's arrival.
Although the Palace of Hell already has the strength to crush Jianzhuang, Chu Ming must participate in such an action.
For no other reason than for the high net worth of these warriors, Chu Ming could not give up such an opportunity.
Just an upstart like Wu Fatian contributed the equivalent of a year's tax revenue to Qinghe County.
What about a force with a deep foundation like Jianzhuang? It’s exciting just to think about it.
But there is no magic weapon in his hand. He is the only one in the entire Chu Ming Group who has system space, so no one can do without him in this kind of house confiscation.
Chu Ming took advantage of the opportunity to deliver documents to Qinghe County and rushed to Jianzhuang.
Shen Luoyan looked at Chu Ming, who was galloping beside him, and couldn't help but joked, "I didn't expect that the young master is still a greedy person."
"There is nothing wrong with seeking profit. Not only can you ensure your own prosperity, but you can also help the poor. Even the plans of your beautiful military advisor need financial support."
Shen Luoyan didn't expect Chu Ming to admit that he loved money so frankly, but such a sincere "gongzi" made her like him even more.
The killer naturally moves at night.
The defense of Jianzhuang is much more thorough than that of the Salt Gang. Not only does it have a fixed patrol team, but there are also many hidden sentries in high places and hidden places.
But all of this is just a child's game in the eyes of Six Sword Slave.
They can always find hidden sentries. Soul-turning souls and soul-destroying souls appeared behind them like ghosts, their sharp swords piercing their hearts one after another. Without any awareness, these secret whistles were already dead.
The team patrolling along a fixed route encountered a sudden strong wind on their way back.
Just when everyone was shielding themselves from the wind and sand with their hands, they suddenly saw a young man wielding two swords. Just when they wanted to shout, they suddenly found that they could no longer make a sound.
They covered their throats and saw the young man smiling evilly at them before disappearing from everyone's sight.
The Six Sword Slaves are not only the most powerful among Chu Ming’s men, they are also the ones with the strongest killing skills. They are natural killers!
The first guard who arrived at the sentry tower noticed something unusual. Just when he was about to sound the alarm, he was sent to the west by a sleeve arrow. However, his screams still alerted the other people in Jianzhuang.
Wang Zhe and the other three Grand Masters brought the Jianzhuang disciples to the square in front of the main hall, and saw a group of men and women wearing white masks already waiting for them there.
"The Palace of Hell?"
Wang Zhe inquired about the people in front of him in surprise. Being able to sneak into the sword manor without anyone noticing was impossible without considerable strength.
Thinking of this, he put away his previous contempt and looked at Chu Ming and others carefully.
Even the middle-aged scholar noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere and gestured to the other two companions.
Chu Ming didn't react at all, he just looked at the people in Jianzhuang indifferently, as if he was watching prey.
It was this kind of silence that put great pressure on everyone in Jianzhuang. The disciples no longer had the arrogance they had earlier, but stared at the opposite side with ashen faces.
Following Chu Ming's gesture, Six Sword Slaves and others quickly rushed towards everyone in the sword village, and the battle began.
Wang Zhe faced the "God of Chaos", and the sword energy he was originally proud of was suppressed by the opponent's murderous aura. He seemed to feel that his sword energy was pouring back into his body.
At this moment, Luan Shen's sword was unsheathed. Before Wang Zhe had time to react, his body and head were separated and his head flew into the air.
"Rubbish!"
When the sword of chaos was sheathed, he expressed his evaluation of Wang Zhe.
If Wang Zhe was still conscious, he would definitely yell, "Damn it, you, a great master, should not defeat me!"
But there was something that Wang Zhe couldn't imagine. This group of great masters from the Palace of Hell were frantically massacring the ordinary training disciples of Jianzhuang.
No one thought there was anything wrong with doing this at all.
"You are a killer yourself, why should you insist on a fair duel? Efficiency comes first."
This was Chu Ming's original intention in establishing the Palace of the King of Hell. He did not want to be bound by various rules and regulations, let alone the so-called "Mother of the Holy Mother".
His dream is to "enjoy your grudges and live freely in the world!"
Since they had received the signal from the scholar in advance, as soon as the battle between the two sides began, the three master warriors from the Sixth Prince's Mansion began to quickly escape from the sword village.
Among them, the strong man and the hunchbacked old man were stopped by a chain, and Zhuan Po and Demihun appeared in front of them at the same time.
Seeing that the two of them were intercepted, the scholar had no intention of helping each other, and instead sped up and fled outside the village. At this moment, an old man with his eyes covered with black cloth appeared in front of him like a "ghost".
No words or unnecessary movements, just standing there quietly.
But the scholar did not dare to make any move. He could clearly feel that his aura had been locked by the old man.
No matter what he does, he will be fatally attacked.
And he judged that he was no match for the old man, because the threat he felt from the other party was far greater than the pressure Wang Zhe put on him.
"Please don't get me wrong, my friend from the Palace of Hell. We are not from Jianzhuang. We are just passing by and staying here for one night. We are guests."
"Bishui" seemed to have not heard his words and still stood there quietly.
At this moment, two screams came from behind, coming from the scholar's companions. In the silent night, such screams seemed exceptionally clear.
Beads of sweat fell from the scholar's forehead. At this moment, Duanshui struck, severing his throat with a sword. The scholar didn't even have time to react, and slowly fell to his knees, never able to get up. .
At this time, the battle in the square was coming to an end. Among the remaining two hundred disciples of Jianzhuang, the highest level was only a master warrior, and most of the rest were just physical training warriors. How could they withstand a group of disciples? Grandmaster.
After the last Jianzhuang disciple fell, everyone began to search Jianzhuang without waiting for Chu Ming's instructions. Having already had some experience, they naturally understood the young master's "preferences".
In a short time, Chu Ming swept away the "Wu Pavilion", "Jing Pavilion", "Dan Pavilion" and other places in Jianzhuang.
Wang Zhe wanted to imitate the sect's setup, but he had no ambitions, but did not have the strength of the sect, and there was nothing good in it.
