"It's not that I can't understand, it's the Silver King, I just look at the problem from my own perspective.

You are concerned about the emperor, but what about the Shaolin monks? You are concerned about Shaolin. Do you think they will wait?" Ye Xiuwen asked back.

"If I don't wait, then I have no choice. Anyway, the emperor must rescue him first. The World Alliance had no choice but to kill him before, otherwise I would have brought the army back to Beijing to rescue him at that time." The Silver King refused to give in, and he didn't listen to what Ye Xiuwen said.

"Well, what do you think about this Silver King? I will take six doors to save Shaolin, and you will bring the army back to Beijing to save the emperor, how about?" Ye Xiuwen thought of a compromise solution.

"King Qingyang? You are determined not to go back to save the emperor?" Unexpectedly, the Silver King said furiously at this time, and stood up with a slap in the armrest of the chair.

"Silver King? Do you know that I have been in the world for so many years and have experienced so many storms and waves. I am still alive now? That's because I can judge the situation. I know when to do what.

Now I am seriously injured because of taking the Golden Pill. Yue'er and Yuan'er are also seriously injured. If you go back to face the King of Yan now, tell me who will deal with the King of Yan? Is it you or me who is seriously injured?"

Ye Xiuwen questioned, but he didn't expect that the Silver King said, "Oh, save the emperor, you don't have the ability, so how can you save Shaolin?"

"Nonsense, the one who captured Shaolin was the second black snake in the seven-colored hell. Although this person has the power of the ninth level of the Lingyuan Realm, he is always stronger than the King of Yan in the Legend Realm, right?

The King of Yan is in the Legend Realm. If I don’t recuperate my injuries, how can I defeat the King of Yan? Wouldn’t I just point to a 100,000 army? That’s useless. A warrior in the Legend Realm will burn you and your 100,000 army with just a slap." Ye Xiuwen made a loud noise, and the Silver King was speechless.

"Then, then, what should I do?" King Silver said without any idea.

"Your Majesty, tell you the truth. In fact, we have been betting. The war in the south has been pacified, and I think the news has long been spread to the capital. So, if the King of Yan wants to take action to harm the emperor, even if we leave now and rush to the capital, it will be too late."

Ye Xiuwen said again, the Silver King and the Southern King were shocked at the same time. Then he said anxiously: "What should we do if the emperor dies? Can we have to surrender to the King of Yan?"

"Yes, the emperor is going to die, so let's save us?" said the Nan Wang.

The two princes were anxious, but at this moment, Ye Xiuwen stretched out a finger and said, "Betting, we bet that there are loyal ministers in the Ming Dynasty. Between these loyal ministers can rescue the emperor. So what we must do is to wait for my strength to recover, and second, to make a triumphant look like a large army.

The Silver King and the South each led 50,000 troops, plus the 80,000 troops led by Xu Mao, and eight sky-bombing thunder cannons were brought to the capital, making an stance to fight against the King of Yan.

And we have already known that the emperor was imprisoned by the prince of the clan and the king of Yan. If the emperor is alive, it would be fine. If the emperor dies, then both jade and stone will be burned."

King Silver and King Nan thought about it and felt that they could only be like this. At the same time, they bowed and said, "King Qingyang? It depends on you. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be able to save the emperor at all."

"Hey, King Silver and King Nan are polite. In fact, if you want to rescue the emperor, you still need two princes to be more determined and determined. Otherwise, without the support of the two princes, this would be a joke to raise troops to quell the rebellion." Ye Xiuwen instructed.

"Don't worry, as long as the emperor is still alive, we will try our best to prevent him from getting into trouble. And then King Yan will depend on you." King Yin said.

"It's easy to say, so I'll leave now, go to save Shaolin first, and then go back to the capital." Ye Xiuwen bowed. The two princes and Ye Xiuwen said goodbye.

Ye Xiuwen took Zhuque, Meng Qinglong, Yue'er and others to walk out of the city.

The people from the six gates gathered in the woods outside the city, and they were not in the city. They were worried that people from the seven-colored hell would come to monitor Hengyang.

On the way, Zhuque said worriedly: "I don't know how Qinglong and the others are doing."

"It's useless to worry about them now. If we don't restore our skills, we will be unable to deal with the King of Yan." Ye Xiuwen shook his head and said.

"Then King Yan is a figure in the legendary realm. Even if he just broke through the legendary realm, I'm afraid we can't deal with it?" Yue'er interrupted.

"This may not be true. Have you forgotten how we killed the Holy Blood Demon Lord?" Ye Xiuwen asked back. At this time, Yue'er's eyes lit up and said, "You mean?"

"Yes, using it first and then using the human sea tactics may not be unable to defeat the King of Yan. But the prerequisite is that we must be in our heyday, otherwise no matter how many human sea tactics are, they may not be the opponent of the King of Yan."

Ye Xiuwen said again, Zhuque, Yue'er, and Meng Qinglong nodded frequently.

Only at this moment Yuan'er's face was free from joy or worry, and she looked indifferent.

"What's wrong with Yuan'er?" Ye Xiuwen asked when he saw Yuan'er absent-mindedly.

"If you want to restore your grandeur, it will take at least half a month to retreat. We arrived in the capital. Is it time to do this?"

Yuan'er raised a very sharp question at this time.

Indeed, it is not a matter of overnight success for them to recover from their injuries. Even if they have many spiritual medicines on their bodies, they will be the same.

Ye Xiuwen frowned, thought for a while, and then said, "Leave it to God's will. If time really doesn't have time, it can only be said to be God's will."

Zhuque's face was solemn, Yue'er said that it was a little more free and easy. Yuan'er just nodded. Meng Qinglong seemed to be thinking.

The atmosphere was a little deserted for a moment, but at this moment, huge footsteps came from the air.

Everyone looked for the sound, but saw that it was the Vajra carrying the colorful butterfly.

King Kong was mumbled and screaming, as if saying, "Why did you take a break for two days and start fighting again? Am I not getting well asleep yet?"

Caidie hid behind King Kong's ear and poked out a small head to see it.

Ye Xiuwen's eyes turned to her, and Caidie's little head instantly shrank back.

"Haha!" Ye Xiuwen chuckled twice, then said to the King Kong: "I want to rest too, but the old nest that beat the monk was taken over was taken away by someone. We can't ignore it."

"Guru, Guru!"

King Kong muttered, not satisfied. Because it didn't know any old monk. When it saw the old monk, it felt annoying. There were bald heads everywhere, and its eyes hurt because it shook.

But Ye Xiuwen said he had no choice but to follow Ye Xiuwen and enter the forest together.

At this time, a large number of masters from the Six Gate gathered here in the forest.

There are masters from the Zhuque Sect, masters from the Qiongqi Sect, masters from the Bifang Sect. In total, there are about ten thousand people...
Chapter completed!