"Brother Lin, you are finally here."

Looking at the familiar white-clothed figure in front of her, a sweet smile instantly appeared on Zhou Zhiruo's previously beautiful and cold cheeks. This was the first time she had shown such a smile in the past few years.

"Today is the day you challenge Shaolin. How can I not come to support you on such an important day?"

Surrounded by the masters of the Ming Cult, Lin Hao stepped forward. Wherever he went, all the heroes backed away in awe, obviously very frightened by the demon king Lin Hao.

"Haha, Zhiruo, you are very good. You really did not disappoint me." Then Lin Hao patted Zhou Zhiruo on the shoulder and said with a smile.

Zhou Zhiruo was full of joy and stood obediently next to Lin Hao. Although she was not speaking at this time, her beautiful eyes were full of tenderness.

"Qingshu and Wuji, please pay your respects to Brother Lin." At this time, Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji quickly stepped forward, clasping their fists and saying respectfully.

"That's right, the two heroes of Wudang have not lost the reputation of Master Zhang." Lin Hao chuckled and nodded.

He is also very satisfied with Wudang's actions today, especially Wudang, which is now controlled by Song Qingshu, is what he wants to see.

"Amitabha, the demon king came to Shaolin in person. I didn't come far to welcome you, but I still hope to atone for my sins." After a while, Abbot Kongwen and other eminent monks came forward to salute with solemn expressions.

Even though they were feeling all kinds of pain and helplessness at this time, they had to bow their heads due to the general situation.

It turns out that the three giants of Emei, Wudang and the Beggar Clan have already left them too busy to take care of themselves.

Now, Lin Hao, the demon king, personally leads all the masters of the Ming Cult to Shaolin. For Shaolin, this is a complete crushing!

"Haha, Abbot Kongwen, it's been a long time." Lin Hao chuckled, with a playful look on his face.

To be honest, in the first battle at Guangmingding, the masters of the Ming Cult were surrounded and suppressed by the Seventh Prince's cavalry, and Shaolin was among them, secretly adding fuel to the flames.

"Demon Lord, today the head of Emei Zhou challenged Shaolin, it is known to the whole world, and we are trying our best to avoid this dispute. We have no choice but to be forced by the situation, please forgive me."

Abbot Kong Wen's face froze, and he naturally understood Lin Hao's somewhat profound words. At this time, he could only bite the bullet and speak.

Although Shaolin was in danger today, he still tried his best to narrow the scope of the battle to between Shaolin and Emei, so he specifically emphasized Zhou Zhiruo's challenge to Shaolin.

As long as Lin Hao doesn't take action, he still has a chance of luck for Shaolin!

"Abbot Kong Wen, don't worry, the main protagonist today is still Zhiruo. If you, Shaolin, can block her offensive, then I will wipe out all the grudges between Shaolin and my Ming Cult." Lin Hao's eyes flickered and he said.

He didn't care at all about Abbot Kongwen's petty calculations. To this day, with his level of strength, he didn't take Shaolin seriously at all.

Even if the three holy monks in the depths of Shaolin join forces to fight for their lives, they are no match for him!
Chapter completed!