Reborn in Liangshan: I built the strongest lineup

"Sir, we of the Ming Cult have done all we can. Now it is truly your turn to take action!"

Hearing the approaching hoofbeats, Fang Fei said, "Our Ming Cult has already done everything we can. As the strongest fighter, Li Zhu, wouldn't it be inappropriate for you not to take action now?"

"You mean, you want me to stay behind alone and hold off the pursuing troops?"

Li Zhu opened his eyes and looked at Fang Fei.

Do you know how many people are chasing after us?

"Do you think I can take on a thousand men single-handedly?"

"Sir... Cai Jing and Tong Guan certainly wouldn't mobilize the Imperial Guards in such a short time. It must be their personal guards and retainers who come. As the number one swordsman in the greenwood, you certainly won't be afraid of them, right?"

At this point, Fang Fei was just showering everyone with compliments.

The goal was simple: to keep Assistant Li behind and help block the people!

It must be said that Fang Fei's calculations were quite good.

Li Zhu stayed behind to hold off the attackers, and they succeeded. After everyone reunited, they continued to shower each other with compliments, successfully completing the mission. Then, everyone went home to their own families.

If Li Zhu fails to block the enemy, whether he is injured, captured, or killed, it will not be a loss for the Ming Cult. The Ming Cult only needs to deliver Tong Jiaoxiu to Wang Qing and tell him that his strategist risked his life for this woman.

With this woman around, Wang Qing couldn't really explain what he was teaching.

However, if Wang Qing's troops lost such a master as Li Zhu, it would undoubtedly be like losing an arm!

This is entirely beneficial to the Ming Cult!

So no matter how you calculate it, the Ming Cult is the one who benefits.

Fang Fei kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with Assistant Li, not daring to let Assistant Li see what he was thinking.

"Fang Fei, you're quite smart, but it's all just superficial cleverness."

Li Zhu looked at Fang Fei and smiled mockingly.

Does this Fatty Fang really think he can't see through Fang Fei's little scheme?

"Sir is right. Fang Fei is indeed clever in many ways, but he is no match for you."

At this time, Fang Fei's main tactic was to be obedient.

"Protect Madam Tong well."

After pondering for a moment, Li Zhu stood up from the roof of the car and said to the fat man.

"If you can't even do this, then your time as Bat King is over."

"Thank you, sir! Rest assured, Fang Fei will ensure that Madam Tong is safely delivered to the King of Chu!"

Upon hearing Li Zhu's words, Fang Fei naturally understood what Li Zhu meant and immediately expressed that he understood.

"Wait a minute, are you... are you Wang Lang's men?"

At this moment, Tong Jiaoxiu suddenly lifted the car curtain and poked her head out.

“Mrs. Tong, sometimes being too smart is not a good thing. What you need to do now is get back in the car.”

Li Zhu looked at Tong Jiaoxiu and said, "Yes, if you compare her to Duan Sanniang, any normal person would know which one to choose. No wonder Wang Qing can't forget her."

“Madam Tong, please sit back down. We will leave this place to Mr. Li.”

Fang Fei quickly gestured for Tong Jiaoxiu to get back into the car. Fang Fei couldn't figure out Li Zhu's temper, so he wasn't sure if Li Zhu would suddenly change his mind.

Run before he changes his mind!

Li Zhu jumped directly off the roof of the carriage, stood alone in the middle of the road, sword in hand, waiting for the cavalry chasing after him.

"You Taoist priest, are you blind? How dare you block our way? Get out of our way!"

The servants of the Tong and Cai families, who were following the trail, suddenly discovered a Taoist priest blocking their way. This greatly displeased the servants!

"Shut up!"

However, Hu Chun and Cheng Ziming, who were leading the group, immediately reined in their horses, signaling the group to stop.

"Brother Ziming, can you feel it?"

Hu Chun swallowed hard.

"Hmm, Brother Hu, this Taoist priest has a very strong murderous aura."

Cheng Ziming also tightened his grip on the large iron spear.

There's no way around it; the sheer pressure Li Zhu exerts just by standing there is terrifying.

"Stop, go back."

Li Zhu, holding his sword, looked at the people chasing after him and said calmly.

"What kind of nonsense is this that you expect us to turn back! Do you even know who we are?!"

Before Hu Chun and Cheng Ziming could say anything, several servants couldn't stand being looked down upon and started cursing.

"die!"

This time, Li Zhu didn't waste any words and immediately drew his sword! Everyone saw a flash of golden light, as if the sword had danced in the air for a moment before quickly returning to Li Zhu's hand.

"laugh!"

The servants who had just spoken each had a line of blood in their throats, and now blood was gushing out as if it were free!

"What a fast sword!"

Hu Chun and Cheng Ziming were shocked. They hadn't seen how the sword flew out or how it killed anyone!

"So, stop and go back."

Li Zhu sheathed his sword. "Don't make me say it a third time, or you won't see the sun tomorrow."

"May I ask your name?"

Hu Chun and Cheng Ziming exchanged a glance. They could tell from each other's eyes that neither of them was confident of winning. So they decided to gather information and then retreat, saying that they had encountered someone they couldn't beat.

"What? You want to know my name so you can retaliate?"

Li Zhu glanced at the two of them:

"With your martial arts skills, you should go back and train for another ten years before we talk again."

“Sir, we do respect your amazing swordsmanship, but your words are a gross underestimation of us two brothers.”

Cheng Ziming couldn't hold back any longer.

Yes, your sword was indeed very fast, but with so many of us working together, we might not necessarily lose to you!

"If you're not happy, then come at me. Stop talking nonsense."

Li Zhu is a man who doesn't waste words. Cheng Ziming is not convinced, is he? Come on, come up and have a go with Li Zhu, and see who is the useless one.

Cheng Ziming got angry when he heard that!

I, Cheng Ziming, have never been treated like this before!

"Drink!"

He roared and charged at Li Zhu, brandishing his iron spear!

"Well done!"

Upon seeing this, Li Zhu laughed loudly, stepped into the Seven Star Step, and drew his sword once more! Like lightning, it enveloped Cheng Ziming!

As soon as the two clashed, Cheng Ziming was in dire straits!

If the fifty-pound iron spear in his hand were placed on the battlefield, it would undoubtedly be a deadly weapon.

But in today's fierce battle, this heavy iron spear had no advantage whatsoever against Li Zhu's unpredictable golden sword! On the contrary, its weight made it a burden!

Cheng Ziming's marksmanship was wide and sweeping; in other words, he could never actually touch anyone!

Li Zhu appeared and disappeared like a ghost amidst the shadows of his spear, and then his golden sword flashed like lightning, leaving wounds on Cheng Ziming's body and the spear!

I don't know what his sword was made of, but with one strike, a nick appeared on Cheng Ziming's spear blade!

"Flying down three thousand feet!"

"Swish swish swish swish~"

As Li Zhu recited the poem, Cheng Ziming's clothes were torn to shreds by Li Zhu's sword, looking like a pile of strips of cloth casually draped over his body!

And his body was covered in bloody marks!

Truly worthy of being called Mr. Golden Sword!

Truly worthy of being called the fastest sword in the Song Dynasty!