In a large open space that had been specially cleared, a group of pseudo-warriors with an average age of twenty-five were practicing frantically.

Fight, be defeated, rest for a while and fight again, be knocked down again, fight again, infinite loop.

Although there were many chemical warriors in the surrounding area who had just merged into the Hell Gate, they were temporarily called to visit and maintain, but they did not go to teach.

Everyone just stood by and watched, at best, only to stop the casualties when they were about to occur.

But that's it, this group of young people who have almost never practiced martial arts, and the biggest battle is that they are chopping with kitchen knives on the street, but they spontaneously adjust their posture and run their qi and blood in the midst of continuous defeat.

Wisps of incomparably faint black qi emerged from everyone's bodies, forming a large hazy black mist.

Different from the evil qi used by Liu Wu, and also different from the hardcover spirit seeds given to Liu Qianzhi, Eliza and others, the black mist emitted by this mass-produced spirit seed did not even have the power to affect reality, only a little coercion remained.

But as a pseudo-spirit of the same source, when tens of thousands of people emit this black fog together, the thin black fog spontaneously gathers together, forming an illusory fog that covers the sky and the sun, and suppresses all 'outsiders' who dare to step into the black fog.

Although there is still no way to affect reality, the coercion of tens of thousands of people gathered is not even inferior to the intensity exuded by Liu Wu himself.

A strength that even a Transforming Martial Artist can only attack with all his might in an instant, and then withdraw in an instant.

"This is just the beginning, if it continues, as the strength of these people continues to increase under the stimulation of the spirit seed, this sense of oppression will continue to grow, and at the same time, their strength will continue to increase."

After estimating the future development potential, Liu Wu, who was barely satisfied with this kind of strength, nodded.

"It's just that this method is too evil, a few months of cultivation will consume at least five years of life, and when it is quickly completed, let them cultivate slowly, anyway, it will be enough to use various weapons to suppress the martial artists below the transformation strength."

"With this group of troops, whether it is to suppress the city of Crane or to carry out my ideas, it should be enough."

Liu Wu unceremoniously used the word army to describe it, but none of the people around him who came to observe it refute it.

In other words, they who are completely with Liu Wu do not have any need to refute.

Anyway, it's just a rebellion at best.

Although it is difficult for today's society to rebel, it is for ordinary people.

For an existence of Liu Wu's level, if he really wants to occupy an empire, it is not much more difficult than drawing a circle on the map.

Not to mention that it will be almost 100% inherited in the future, the strength on paper alone is not inferior to that of any great empire's martial arts association, and Liu Wu's current strength alone is enough to occupy the Great Qian Empire.

If a sect with a stable lineage of chemical warriors and a first-class ranking in strength completely puts all its strength into the battlefield, it can completely determine the outcome of a small war without the corresponding warriors blocking it.

With the prestige that Liu Wu had established in the Daqian First Martial Arts Tournament with the corpses of two Gangjin martial artists and more than a thousand martial artists above the Transformation Strength, if he ascended to the top and shouted, absolutely no martial artist would dare to stand opposite him, at most he would just stand by and watch.

Even those sects that took advantage of the fire to rob and were killed had to pinch their noses to help in order to avoid settling accounts after the autumn.

A thousand sects are a thousand small armies that can move quickly without logistics, and with the expanded Hell Gate, it is not a problem to bombard all the armies of the entire Daqian Empire.

And this is just a calculation of strength on paper.

If you really want to calculate, the sect that has been active until now, which one is not at least hundreds of years old, and the latent forces are extremely amazing and intertwined.

Some sects that are rooted in one place, and even local officials have to establish good relations with them first, and may even be members of the sect themselves.

If you really want to fight, the biggest possibility is that today Liu Wu said that I want to be the emperor, and when I get up tomorrow morning, I can put on the imperial robe and stay in the palace.

The success rate is as high as 99.99%, and the little thing that fails is that the original royal family suddenly went crazy and washed the ground, and the game ended up.

If it weren't for this, when the royal family found out that the holding of the Daqian First Martial Arts Tournament was unstoppable, they immediately woke up the strongest and youngest ancestor to try to strangle Liu Wu?

The birth of a possible non-royal member of the Great Qianwu Alliance is really too terrifying, so terrible that even the slightest possibility will not work.

Under normal circumstances, when Liu Wu was killed, the first thing Li Jue had to do was to vouch for the royal family, connect all the sects, and avoid the continuation of the First Martial Arts Conference.

In fact, when Liu Wu spit out the word army, there were already people around him who reacted quickly and were thinking about what style of dragon robe was better, and if he opened a harem, he would have no suitable candidates to recommend.

This is the prestige of the king of the century.

There is no need for territory, no army, and where he is is his own country - in other words, he can be king wherever he wants to be king, and the only thing that can stop him is time, which is measured in centuries.

However, these people are destined to be disappointed, and when he is not sure that he has enough ability to control the entire human society and thoroughly implement his will in all aspects, Liu Wu will not do it on a large scale.

After all, with his current ability, it is very simple to lay down a country, but to govern it, he must either follow the previous path and in fact nothing has changed, or he will become a feudal martial arts society with a large population.

The stable and slightly eye-catching order is still not changing well for the time being.

And just when everyone was silently observing, all of a sudden, a man Liu Wu had seen came with an old man in official uniform, followed by four carefully selected maids, one holding a plate.

Lin Qingshan looked at the man in front of him with a tangled face, and remembered that a few months ago, he had come over as the envoy of the Third Prince to ask Liu Wu what he thought about the future.

As a result, it has only been a few months now, not even half a year, and the guy who could only be regarded as a strong man before has actually reached this point.

It is impossible not to sigh with emotion: Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the poor fart!

Thirty years for this? It's been 300 days, what kind of medicine did this guy take, and he started to discover the loophole of the planet OL? GM hurry up and seal his account, otherwise let me open a hanging!

Although a large number of distracting thoughts were surging in his brain, the moment Liu Wu turned his gaze, Lin Qingshan quickly emptied it and introduced: "Hello Master Liu, I am Xiao Lin who I saw with you last time, this is the guardian of the palace, Yin Guoheng, the martial artist of Gangjin. ”

"It's a pleasure to meet Master Liu, it's better to be famous than to meet, Master Liu is really young and promising." Yin Guoheng's hair and beard are all white, and his rich face looks extremely amiable, like a smiling Buddha in the temple, and he raised his hand, "You have been promoted to the king of the century, it is our fault that we have not had time to congratulate, I am now sending this belated congratulatory gift on behalf of the royal family, and the congratulatory gifts of the royal family will be sent soon in spring, summer, autumn and winter." ”

Known as the four maids of spring, summer, autumn and winter, their faces are all beautiful, the appearance is the same at a rough look, and the body is the same, but the temperament is completely different when you look closely, with the vigor of spring, the fiery of summer, the maturity of autumn, and the quietness of winter, and they are stepping forward in unison, kneeling on one knee, and holding the plate in their hands above their heads.

Liu Wu's mind moved, and the four pieces of cloth used to cover up went away with the wind, revealing the true face inside.

Chun had a title deed in his hand, which was the deed of a building in a very small township.

It is a simple, ordinary town, there are no special specialties, the scenery is average, if you really want to say, the biggest special thing is that it is the township where Liu Wu and Liu Qianzhi grew up, and the deed of the entire building where the hometown is located.

What Xia held in his hand was a land deed, starting from the Hell Gate, and deriving a ten-mile land deed towards the mountain range on the side.

The one in Qiu's hand was a yellow scroll, a scroll of the prince's inheritance that had been stamped, and the only difference from the published scroll was that it was printed in a hurry, and there was no time to fill in the name.

What Winter had in his hand was a blank piece of paper, a blank piece of paper on which nothing had been written.

Obviously, this is a great gift from the royal family - four carefully cultivated quadruplets beautiful sisters who are used here, two title deeds representing Liu Wu's past and present, a scroll to choose the next heir to the empire, and a requirement to fill in.

"He's dead?" Liu Wu didn't reach out to pick it up, but just asked.

"Alas, the Spirit Emperor was in a hurry to break through and failed to consolidate the foundation, and as a result, the breakthrough failed, resulting in qi and blood disorders, and he had gone mad and died." Yin Guoheng's rich face was full of pain, "Because he died in too haste, he didn't designate the position of the crown prince before he died, but Emperor Ling shouted three hells before he died, presumably it meant to hand everything over to you, the master of the Liu Sect." ”

"You've done it." Liu Wu shook his head, "Should you say that it is worthy of royalty?" I see, so let's end here first, send me all the theoretically qualified guys, and get out of here! ”

I don't know if I can write another chapter, I'll try

(End of chapter)