Joy of Life: I am a Han Dynasty succubus, and I rebel from the beginning

Chapter 380: Wu Zhu, a ruthless man with few words, and the artillery at Qianlong Bay is in place

Liu Hong's face was as gloomy as water, and his complexion turned red from time to time, and then he forced himself to suppress it.

He took a step back, clenched his left fist, and was about to use the Five Finger Fist Sword to break the joint efforts of the messengers from the three temples.

The iron stick in the old man's sackcloth clothes moved like a wild horse, forcibly interrupting Liu Hong's mobilization of a large amount of true energy.

Then the old man in hemp clothes retreated violently, and another temple messenger took the interrupted punch.

The remaining temple messenger raised a cold iron rod and pointed it directly at Liu Hong's face.

Liu Hong felt so uncomfortable that he almost wanted to vomit blood. He gathered his true energy in his palm and blocked the iron rod.

The old man in hemp clothes took the opportunity to attack again.

Under the calculation of the computer, the temple robot has the optimal solution. No matter how strong the internal energy of Liu Hong is, he can be worn to death above Jinling City.

Fan Xian slowly woke up from his coma, and seeing the three temple messengers beating Liu Hong, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Yes, that's right. Wait for me to heal my internal injuries, and then I'll go over and give Liu Hong a fatal blow."

Fan Xian felt that the sword heart in his body had begun to shatter, his domineering blood had burned out, and his Liuyun Sanshou no longer had the white jade luster it once had.

Except for the Ku He Jing which remained intact, even the intelligent assistance system had crashed.

This is the disadvantage of using the four great masters and mechanical parts. Without these, Fan Xian will be reduced to his original form.

The shadow, dressed in a black robe, dragged Fan Xian out.

Fan Xian grasped Shadow's hand with a sincere look.

"Help!"

"Liu Hong is like a camel about to be crushed to death, and I am the only straw that is needed to break his back."

It doesn’t matter if he can’t recover to his prime. As long as he lacks the combat power of a grandmaster, Liu Hong will definitely be killed in Jinling City.

There was a hint of doubt in Shadow's eyes.

He is only at the upper ninth rank, how can he help Fan Xian?

Then Shadow understood what Fan Xian meant. He felt a slight pain in his wrist, and a large amount of true energy and blood in his meridians rushed towards Fan Xian.

Ku He's meridians started to function again, constantly repairing the injuries in Fan Xian's body.

But the shadow was shaking all over, and within a few minutes, he became so thin that he was just skin and bones, and no longer looked like a human figure.

Shadow might not die, but decades of martial arts training would be destroyed.

A smile gradually appeared on Fan Xian's face as he felt the injuries in his body gradually getting better.

"Pull..."

With each sound, Shadow used his remaining strength to cut off his arm with his hand as sharp as a knife, and looked at Fan Xian in disbelief.

Why! He has always been helping Fan Xian.

Fan Xian's eyes were dark and uncertain. He had always been good at forbearance and also held grudges.

When Shadow nearly killed him in the Hanging Temple, there was no way he would not show some reaction, right? Fan Xian felt that he had no problem with just accepting his martial arts training.

Suddenly, Fan Xian's heart was filled with alarm. He looked behind him, then heaved a sigh of relief and forced a smile.

"Uncle Wuzhu! When did you come to Jinling City?"

Wu Zhu, with a blindfold on, looked at Fan Xian, whose face was exactly the same as the child he had raised.

But now the blood flowing in Fan Xian's body is no longer Ye Qingmei's blood.

All along, there has been a conflict between emotions and orders, but now the desire for revenge for Ye Qingmei has given Wuzhu the upper hand.

Wu Zhu glanced at Fan Xian, then looked at the battle between the grandmasters in the sky.

"I was worried about you at first, but now that I see you are no longer Fan Xian, I feel relieved."

Fan Xian was confused by Wu Zhu's words and was about to say something.

Wu Zhu rose from the ground and rushed towards the battle between the grandmasters in the sky.

The old man in hemp clothes stopped what he was doing and spoke loudly.

"Redundant, no, I should call you Wuzhu. After all, you are a member of our temple. When Emperor Gao dies, the temple will compensate you. How about that?"

What greeted the old man in sackcloth was a powerful and heavy iron stick.

Wu Zhu said nothing, holding the iron rod, his computer running rapidly, calculating how to kill the three temple messengers.

For Wu Zhu, what the hell! When the grass grows on your grave, it won't be too late for you to talk slowly. Since it has been confirmed that the temple was also involved in the killing of Ye Qingmei.

Then Wuzhu will just take revenge.

When Liu Hong saw Wu Zhu holding off the attacks of three temple messengers alone, his tense body relaxed.

The bloody pain on his fist reminded Liu Hong that the battle with Grandmaster was extremely dangerous.

Although he didn't know why Wuzhu helped him, it did not prevent Liu Hong from leaving the Dharma Ending Space. He turned around and fled towards the Yangtze River.

Fan Xian endured the injuries in his body and watched Liu Hong flee in panic, and could not help but speak in a harsh voice.

"Liu Hong ran away! Chase him!"

The old man in hemp clothes and the other three temple messengers suddenly became anxious and spoke in a harsh voice.

"Wuzhu, don't force us!"

Wu Zhu remained silent, but his stick skills were extremely fierce, with each move aimed at the temple messenger's vulnerable parts.

The old man in sackcloth had a dark gleam in his eyes as he chanted some strange words.

Wu Zhu paused, his whole body stiffened, and he fell to the ground, his life or death unknown.

Fan Xian was stunned and looked at the old man in hemp clothes in horror. Was this sorcery from the temple?

He just said some profound and difficult to understand words, and the always invincible Uncle Wu Zhu just fell to the ground and his life or death was unknown?

The old man in hemp clothes saw the fear in Fan Xian's eyes and fell silent for a moment.

"The Grand Master was just an accident caused by nuclear radiation. I just entered a formatting instruction."

Formatting...human means to intelligent systems.

No matter how much affection Wu Zhu had for Ye Qingmei, all his memories disappeared after the formatting command.

Fan Xian looked at Wu Zhu with some worry, gritted his teeth, and ran towards the place where Liu Hong escaped.

It won’t be too late to look for Uncle Wu Zhu later. Now that Liu Hong has been offended to death, of course we have to cut the root of the problem.

Liu Hong fled all the way, blood flying in the air, but now he had no time to take care of it.

On Chongming Island, hundreds of warships were on high alert. Fatty Lu, who was supposed to stay in Qianlong Bay, was pacing anxiously among them.

Muttered to himself.

"Why haven't you come yet? Is there any accident?"

Fan Dabing scratched his head and comforted Fatty Lu.

"Don't worry, sir. The Emperor Gao is very lucky, so there will be no problem."

"But Lord Garrison Commander, why did you leave Qianlong Bay? What if the Hu people head south?"

Fatty Lu ignored Fan Dabing and saw the bloody figure flying towards him in the sky.

He immediately calmed down, put his fat hands on his hips, and laughed.

"Hahahaha...Brother, I didn't expect you would have such an embarrassing day!"

Liu Hong flew into Chongming Island and nodded slightly when he saw many familiar faces among the navy.

"Have all the things been delivered?"

Fatty Lu put away the smile on his face.

"It has arrived. A thousand Red General Cannons, ten thousand tons of gunpowder, and countless firearms of all kinds."

"It's a pity that a famous third-rank scientific research craftsman has just improved a better cannon, but there is no time to produce it."

Liu Hong felt much more relieved and quietly watched the four figures flying at high speed in the sky.

The scientific research direction of the Han Dynasty has never followed the direction of the firearm in the past.

After Emperor Qing developed this thing, it turned out that it was not even as powerful as a bow and arrow. It could not kill anyone within a range of fifty steps.

So since Liu Hong took over Kyoto, established a country and proclaimed himself king, he subsequently launched reforms and promoted the progress of science and technology and productivity.

Directly enlarge the musket and improve it towards the direction of cannon, with the main features being a long range and great power.

It doesn't matter whether it's bulky or not.

Anyway, this group of people want to kill Liu Hong, and Liu Hong will give them this opportunity.

(End of this chapter)