Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why would I still want to be the leader?

"Oh, right."

"Hengshan Dingjing's skills are no less than Shaolin Fangsheng's."

Luo Jusheng added: "It seems that the rumors about the miracle drug in the past were not false."

"Huashan..."

"Forget it, let's start with Hengshan."

Cao Zhengchun said grimly, "How dare a small group like Hengshan interfere in important court affairs and provoke our East Factory? They deserve their fate to decline."

Cao Zhengchun was well aware of the terror of the Grand Master.

So try to avoid conflicts with martial arts masters as much as possible.

He did not obstruct the rise of Dongfang Bubai in the past, and even actively cooperated with him.

He added fuel to the fire in the Gu Santong incident.

After returning to the sea for a long time, he was ready to make a move and was secretly watching.

The only thing he couldn't understand was Huashan and Yue Buqun.

So stay away from it as much as possible.

Luo Jusheng asked, "Are we just going to let Huashan go like this?"

He was very unwilling.

In the years since leaving Shaolin.

He lived a smooth and prosperous life.

This time it wasn't just an injury, it was a slap in the face to his beautiful and confident life.

The qi is not flowing smoothly.

Thoughts are not clear.

Naturally, you won’t be able to continue practicing.

"Of course it's impossible."

Cao Zhengchun replied, "When has our Dongchang ever been bullied and not fought back?"

"That's true."

Luo Juesheng deeply agreed with this.

Over the years, he has aided and abetted the evil.

I have seen a lot of compromises and subversions.

I just haven't seen the East Factory suffer any losses.

Even Zhu Wusi, the Iron-Hearted Marquis who was trusted by the previous emperor, was repeatedly defeated by the East Factory.

"Wait until we are confident in dealing with Yue Buqun."

"Or we can recruit masters of the level of Gu Santong and Gui Hai Bai Lian."

Cao Zhengchun said grimly, "Maybe we'll have a way to deal with Yue Buqun by then."

Luo Jusheng echoed, "Yes, without Yue Buqun, Huashan is nothing."

The only one who can make them afraid is the Grand Master.

Feng Qingyang?

Sun Baifa?

No problem at all.

"Enemy attack."

"assassin."

The call from outside the hall stimulated the two of them.

Cao Zhengchun and Luo Jusheng looked at each other.

What kind of assassin dares to enter the palace and commit assassination in broad daylight?

What kind of brain is he using? With so many places to venture into, why would he choose to break into the East Factory where there are so many experts?

Cao Zhengchun and Luo Juesheng then walked out slowly.

They all thought that the person coming this time was a brainless assassin.

With the strength of the Black Arrow Team.

It's basically a sure thing.

however.

But they walked out of the hall.

I happened to see an incredible scene.

An elegant figure was walking leisurely.

The violent rain of black iron arrows was about to turn him into a hornet's nest.

In the end, the man just wiped it away.

The rain of black iron arrows that could penetrate armor actually shot in the other direction.

“Ahhh…’～…”

"My legs!"

"help me……"

The Black Arrows on the other side suffered heavy losses.

The screams continued.

"The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth?"

Luo Jusheng exclaimed.

But when he saw the person's face clearly, he immediately shut up.

"Yue Buqun!"

Cao Zhengchun shouted loudly.

This statement came out.

The East Factory masters, who were originally extremely angry, fell silent in an instant.

on the snow.

Yue Buqun just walked slowly like this.

easy.

Freehand.

And transcendence.

Countless pairs of eyes were staring at him.

But no one dared to act rashly.

"Yue Buqun."

Cao Zhengchun asked coldly, "Are you planning a rebellion?"

"rebel?"

"Do I need it?"

Yue Buqun's voice was cold and solemn.

A little frivolous, but more sarcastic.

"Trespassing into the Imperial Palace."

"Wantlessly slaughtering the guards of the East Factory."

Cao Zhengchun said in a sinister voice: "If this is not rebellion, then what is rebellion?"

"You mean rebellion?"

"People who don't know the truth would think you are the emperor."

Yue Buqun looked at Luo Jusheng.

I noticed that his expression changed again and again, and his eyes began to struggle.

Even he is like this.

You can imagine what happened to others.

"Bullshit."

"Hmph, your actions today are tantamount to rebellion, even if..."

"Shut up, you."

Cao Zhengchun still wanted to execute Yue Buqun and Huashan with justice.

But Yue Buqun had no intention of talking nonsense with him: "I want to kill you, who in the world can stop me?"

Cao Zhengchun's face changed.

Luo Jusheng's breathing stagnated.

The scene was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

At this moment.

They understood the suffering that Blackwood Cliff had endured.

The saddest thing is.

Back then, there was a great master like Dongfang Bubai at Heimu Cliff.

But their East Factory doesn’t have it.

"A martial arts master, barring any unforeseen circumstances, can live up to two centuries."

Yue Buqun said nonchalantly, "So I can sit on Mount Hua and leisurely watch the rise and fall of dynasties, and the inheritance and succession of your families."

This time.

Even Cao Zhengchun stopped breathing.

This secret is little known.

Only the true grandmaster's inheritance has obscure records.

"No wonder Master Zhang lived so long."

"Even though he's over a hundred years old, he can still dominate the martial arts world for more than a decade."

Luo Juesheng suddenly understood.

But his thoughts could not continue.

"Stay here."

"I know you all have ulterior motives."

Yue Buqun said coldly, "But I like to be direct. So from now on, whether Huashan or its goods encounter obstacles in the official sphere, I will understand it as the work of the East Factory."

"By then, it doesn't matter whether you are enjoying retirement or reaching power."

"Yue will come to visit."

"Insanity!"

"kill!"

Yue Buqun hadn't finished speaking yet.

Cao Zhengchun and others started shouting loudly.