The strongest shuttle system

Chapter 321 No God's Arrogance
Lin Fan shook his head lightly, and sighed slightly in his heart.

to be frank.

He himself was a little worried.

According to Di Shitian's own statement in the original book, when Fengyun betrayed Tianxiahui, he had been hiding in the dark, watching everything about Fengyun and the two.

this means.

At this time, Di Shitian should be following Fengyun and the other two.

But Lin Fan found that he hadn't noticed the existence of this person at all.

Di Shitian lived forever and possessed thousand-year power.

Although his martial arts aptitude is mediocre, ten years of practice may not be as good as a genius's one year of practice.

But if you can't stand that people have unlimited time, if ten years is not enough, then practice for a hundred years, if a hundred years is not enough, then practice for a thousand years.

Because of this, after thousands of years, an old monster finally appeared in this world, who not only lived for thousands of years, but also possessed thousands of years of skill!

Di Shitian's strength is unimaginable!
Thinking of that perverted thousand-year-old monster, Lin Fan couldn't help feeling a sense of urgency.

He is very strong now, but facing the top combat power in Fengyun World, such as Di Shitian, Xiao Sanxiao, and one of the four auspicious beasts, the real dragon, this strength is still not enough!

After thousands of years of practice, even an idiot can become an incredible existence.

Sighing slightly, Lin Fan ignored the bustling crowd outside the mansion, but continued to practice in seclusion.

He didn't want to be like Nie Feng, who had been followed and monitored by Di Shitian for several years and still knew nothing about it.

So, another month has passed.

The time has come to the day of Jiujiu Chongyang.

Absolutely Wushen posted a post outside the palace where the martial arts supreme lived, and gathered all the heroes from all over the world to witness his enthronement ceremony.

Jue Wushen, who was dressed in black armor, looked domineering, and coldly glanced at the martial arts practitioners in the audience.

Afterwards, he asked in a cold voice: "Today, I am going to be the Supreme Martial Arts King. Is there any objection among those present?"

All the martial arts practitioners he swept over all lowered their heads in fear, with ugly expressions on their faces.

Ever since Jue Wushen captured Wuming and defeated Fengyun and his team, he has become the most rumored master in the world today, and no one dares to steal his edge.

Seeing the fearful eyes of everyone in the audience, Ju Wushen showed complacency and laughed loudly.

"You don't have to worry. If you have opinions, it's okay to say it. I'm not a domineering person, and I can still tolerate opinions."

Hearing what Jue Wushen said, the people in Jianghu looked at each other in blank dismay, and all of them showed suspicion on their faces.

And this time.

Among the crowd, a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt held a green steel sword and looked hesitant.

After a long time, he finally made up his mind, leaped out, clasped his fists loudly towards Jue Wushen on the stage, and said:
"Shoujianzhai Bai Songhe in the lower Jiangnan, there is absolutely no god, you are not from the Central Plains, how can you intervene in the affairs of my Central Plains Wulin, besides, the Supreme Martial Arts is not abdicated, your actions are not in line with etiquette."

Bai Songhe, the second-generation disciple of Shoujianzhai, who was given the nickname Zhengqijian, is the younger brother of the contemporary Zhaizhu Bailutang.

Although he is a bit pedantic, he does behave decently and is not a bad person.

He used to be known as a chivalrous man in Jianghu, so as soon as he uttered these words, many martial arts people in the audience immediately echoed him.

"That's right, Palace Master Jue, you are not from the Central Plains, why should you meddle in the position of our martial arts supreme?"

"Hmph, my Bashu Tang Sect is out of my control when someone else comes to be the martial arts supreme, but a barbarian wants to lead my Central Plains martial arts? My Bashu Tang Sect is the first to refuse!"

"Yes, no!"

Looking at the furious crowd in the audience, his absolutely lifeless expression darkened instantly.

What he said just now was just casual talk.

If someone really dared to go against his will, he wouldn't mind killing them.

Therefore, just when the situation in the audience became more and more uncontrollable.

Absolutely waved his hand with cold eyes.

Immediately, countless Wushen Jue Palace disciples, armed with crossbows and large weapons, poured out from the Supreme Palace, directly surrounding the Central Plains Wulin people in the audience.

In an instant, the entire hall fell silent.

All the people from the Central Plains martial arts looked at the sharp weapon in the hands of Wushen Jue Palace disciples in horror, and even many people couldn't help but secretly swallowed their saliva.

At this time, Jue Wushen's gaze swept across the crowd again.

He said loudly: "I am a reasonable person. Now, who agrees and who opposes?"

Before the words were finished, a large number of martial arts practitioners in the field suddenly changed their attitudes without principle, and stood like dogs in the camp of Wushen Jue Palace disciples.

The rest, only the disciples of Shoujianzhai, Bashu Tangmen, and a few sects are still persisting.

Jue Wushen glanced coldly at the Central Plains Wulin people who were unwilling to bow their heads, and then looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Haha, you are very good, since you don't want to submit to this seat, then go to die!"

As his last words fell, the disciple of Wushen Jue Palace who was holding a sharp bow and crossbow instantly pulled the trigger.

Immediately.

Arrows shot all over the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and shot towards the remaining dozens of Central Plains martial arts practitioners.

Shoujianzhai Bai Songhe pulled out the Qingsteel sword from his waist, and shouted in grief and indignation:
"Brothers, Ju Wushen is cruel and vicious. If he becomes the supreme martial artist, we Central Plains warriors will not be able to escape death sooner or later. Why don't we fight today? Killing one is enough money, and killing two is enough to earn money." !"

Bai Songhe's words were very contagious, and immediately infected the surrounding martial arts people.

They drew out their weapons one after another, while resisting the incoming arrows, they rushed towards the disciples of Wushen Jue Palace.

Although the charge and breakthrough initiated by the warriors from the Central Plains was tragic, there were only a few dozen of them.

There are more than a thousand disciples from Wushenjue Palace, plus the Central Plains martial arts people who have taken refuge in Wushenjue Palace, and they even have bows and crossbows in their hands.

The comparison of the strengths of the two sides is simply the difference between heaven and earth.

Therefore, with just one round of impact, the dozens of fighters beside Bai Songhe were knocked down.

The few people who were still standing were all wounded, with wounds all over their bodies.

Jue Wushen laughed, turned around, sat on the dragon chair on the high platform, and glanced disdainfully at the warriors below the stage like bereaved dogs.

Afterwards, he softly shouted: "Those who follow me will prosper and those who oppose me will perish. Are you willing to submit to me?"

"Absolutely Wushen, you are cruel and heartless, and you must not end well!"

A certain Central Plains warrior in the audience yelled and cursed.

However, before he could finish his words, he was shot into a sieve by arrows all over the sky.

But at this moment, Jue Wushen sneered and waved his hand violently.

"Since you are obsessed with obsession, then go to hell!"

In an instant, the Wushen Jue Palace disciples around the main hall pulled the trigger, and countless arrows shot at the remaining dozen or so Central Plains warriors.

At the critical juncture, Bai Songhe and the others thought they were bound to die, they had already given up hope, and were about to close their eyes and wait for death.

But the moment they just closed their eyes, they suddenly heard a shrill whistling sound outside the hall.

That voice was as fast as lightning, and when it first sounded, it seemed that it was still several miles away.

And in just a few breaths, before the arrows from Wushenjue Palace disciples arrived, the sound had already spread into the main hall.

Followed by.

Everyone saw that a ray of purple light, like a shooting star, flew several miles away, and slowly landed in front of the remaining dozen or so Central Plains warriors, forming a protective shield.

(End of this chapter)