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Chapter 89: The Flag Raiser

"No."

The crazy monk refused, "Everyone is seriously injured. We just experienced a fierce battle and need to rest."

"Then you guys take your time to rest."

Chen Lang was about to leave with the Seven Star Sword in his hand. It was better not to leave so as not to snatch the credit from him.

Since the task is simple, shouldn't I do my best to improve my score? Anyone who delays me from improving my score today is my enemy.

"Chen Lang! Stop right there."

The crazy monk's voice suddenly turned cold, "Do you want to expose our position?"

Others also advised, "Chen Lang, since you are here, we are all from the same sect, so just follow my instructions."

They were very tired and had a rare chance to catch their breath. If Chen Lang went out and disturbed the alchemists of the Pingtian Sect, they would immediately face a new round of siege, but now they were already at the end of their strength.

Some people are very unhappy. They think that it would be better if such undisciplined newcomers did not come.

"Commander? Who is your commander?" Chen Lang glanced at them and said, "It's my turn to command now. You can go or not."

Seeing that Chen Lang insisted on going out to fight and causing trouble for them, the crazy monk became angry. He waved his hand and the spear flew over and landed in his palm.

Chen Lang turned around suddenly and raised his hand to shoot out an arc of electricity.

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly a figure appeared and blocked the way ahead. The arc of light fell on his chest, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Senior Brother Fang!"

The others were shocked and stood up. It was already this late and they dared to engage in internal fighting?

Moreover, they had already seen what kind of fighting power Senior Brother Fang Shao had, and now he was injured by a single blow.

But soon, Brother Fang's dispersed blood and energy flowed back to his body, and his injuries healed, and he was as good as new.

This surprised Chen Lang a little. Oh, there is an expert here.

"Hello, I'm the commander, my last name is Fang Shang, I'm an outer sect disciple, and I just joined the sect this year."

Fang Shao said, "We are all from the same sect and have a common enemy. They have been fighting for too long and are anxious. Please understand. There is no need to start a war over such a small matter."

He had heard of Chen Lang's reputation, although he was not familiar with him. However, he believed that a truly strong man would not make a choice without thinking at a critical moment. This had nothing to do with his personality.

"Okay, let me ask you one question. I'm about to leave now. Do you want to come with me?" Chen Lang asked.

Fang Shao thought for a moment, "I wonder if there are other teams going with Brother Chen Lang when he comes?"

"No."

"Are there any elders coming to support us?"

"No."

Fang Shao was silent for a moment, "Did they ask you to send a message and make any arrangements for us?"

"nor."

Fang Shang stopped asking.

Everyone was very quiet and the atmosphere was visibly depressed.

Then, Fang Shao turned his head and looked at his fellow disciples, and said, "You have seen that we have been fighting for so many days, but the sect has no intention of coming to rescue us. There is no point in waiting any longer. We will only be slowly consumed and killed by the Pingtian Sect.

It is better to fight together. The results of the battle are not important. Whoever can get out alive should not look back and retreat immediately. We can't stop them here. Don't make any more meaningless sacrifices."

As soon as Fang Shao opened his mouth, the other brothers perked up and prepared to fight.

The crazy monk stood aside indifferently. He seemed to be very dissatisfied, but was stopped by a female monk.

"Brother Fang is right. This guy has a bad temper. Don't take it to heart."

She could see what Senior Brother Fang meant. He wanted to find an opportunity to encourage everyone to make a concerted effort and break out of the encirclement.

And
The female cultivator looked back and took a deep look. Han Tianxiao was fine and had returned to normal now. However, the other two disciples brought by Chen Lang still had problems with their ears and had hysterics from time to time. They were obviously stunned by the wind.

After asking for a long time, she finally knew what happened.

The reason is very simple, Chen Lang actually ran all the way here.

They were hung on ropes and flew all the way here.

In less than half a day, he traveled more than 2,000 miles and still had three people hanging around him. What kind of cultivation did this Chen Lang learn?
This made her suspect that this Chen Lang might really be useful today.

"That's right."

Chen Lang smiled and said, "Let's go, shall we go together?"

“Spread out.”

Fang Shao said, "If we fight together, they have more people, which will be disadvantageous to us, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is best at fighting in groups."

Then, he suggested dividing into small teams and breaking out to the north. His fellow disciples listened to him and had no objections.

But when they were assigned to Chen Lang's team, they were all unwilling and clearly refused.

"Brother Chen Lang, how about coming with me?" Fang Shang asked.

"no need."

Chen Lang decisively refused. Three pendants were enough for him. If he was not unsure of the system's judgment and was afraid that his teammates' deaths would affect his score, he would not even want to bring these.

Fang Shao did not insist. After the disciples reorganized themselves, they stepped out of the white line encirclement drawn on the ground and set off in all directions. "Brother Chen, they have insect riders and countless spies. You and I may be discovered at any time. Take care." Fang Shang led seven people and sneaked towards the mountain stream.

……

A team of four still consists of four people.

"Should we go quickly?"

Senior Brother Meng whispered that he was still a little confused at the moment.

Aren't we here to complete a mission? Why did it suddenly become a great escape?

He had just heard about the battle situation and felt that the situation was much more serious than he had imagined. If they escaped, wouldn't the Pingtian Sect invade the sect's territory?

But he didn't dare to say it, nor did he dare to ask. He came here to deal with life and death, so it was better to be careful in everything.

"That's fine." Chen Lang took out another hemp rope.

"Forget it, let's walk slowly." Brother Meng immediately changed his mind. He didn't want to go through the experience of being tied to a rope and dragged all the way here again.

Turning his head to look at the dizzy Junior Sister Xiaoman, he always suspected that they were redundant. Did this battlefield really need them?

"Someone."

Suddenly, Han Tian smiled and stopped.

Senior Brother Meng and Junior Sister Xiaoman also became alert immediately. The former pulled out a handful of flying needles from his waist, and the latter took out dozens of talismans. A layer of light shield quietly floated up in front of them.

Han Tianxiao put his face on the ground, stood up after a moment, and quickly made a professional decision, "Fourteen people, three foundation building, run."

Then he realized that he, as the captain, might not have the final say today.

Looking at Chen Lang again, he was heading straight in that direction.

Soon, rustling footsteps were heard ahead, and a white flag, rising higher than the bushes, came swaying towards them.

"Found you."

Suddenly, a strange laugh was heard, and the monk holding the white flag stared at Chen Lang and the other three, then said with disdain, "Why are there only four? I caught more than a dozen just a few days ago."

"Most of the Pingtian Sect?" Chen Lang asked.

The flag bearer smiled faintly, "Yes, there is no point in running away. Come to my Pingtian Sect, we will not treat you unfairly."

Click!

Chen Lang waved his hand, and a sea of ​​lightning appeared, turning more than a dozen people into charcoal.

Then, a crack suddenly appeared on the ground, and more than a dozen sword lights flew out slowly, and no one was seen around.

Senior Brother Meng was stunned. In fact, he knew since they started on the journey that Chen Lang was no ordinary person. He was probably far superior to Senior Brother Han. But wasn't this a bit too outrageous?

"cough."

Han Tianxiao waved his hand, and the swords returned to their sheaths.

He was really convinced. The strength Chen Lang showed was really terrifying, much stronger than he had imagined. Why did he do this kind of mission? This made him very embarrassed. Was he demonstrating?

But as soon as he started thinking, his face changed drastically.

A stronger aura appeared.

It was a man in white with an indifferent expression. He waved his hand casually, and the white flag on the ground flew up, then suddenly swelled and exploded.

Countless ghosts emerged from the white flags like locusts, flying and howling everywhere, forming a huge formation.

The real flag bearer!

Han Tianxiao instantly saw the badge on the man's waist and recognized his identity. The group of people in front were not actually members of the Pingtian Sect. They were just outsiders who took rewards and helped them kill people.

But the person who holds this badge is the one who controls everything behind the scenes. When the Ten Thousand Souls Banner moves, the sky and the earth will change color.

This is definitely one of the main forces of the Pingtian Sect this time!

Although Senior Brother Meng was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, he could clearly sense that this man had an extraordinary aura. His face was very solemn. He protected Junior Sister Xiaoman behind him and looked at Chen Lang. He was unable to deal with an opponent of this level, so he could only pin his hopes on him.

The man in white has his hands behind his back, his lips slightly curled, and a white flag hanging in front of him.

As the flag fluttered, his aura began to rise steadily, resonating with countless dead souls. The sky and the earth became dark, as if a flock of crows were flying.

Then, he spoke calmly:
"I was wondering where you got the courage to suddenly break out and fight in groups. It turns out that a master has arrived.

However, I haven’t done it for a long time, and it’s boring to watch them raise white flags all the time, so I’ll play with you today.”

Click!

Chen Lang casually emitted a bolt of lightning, and the thousands of flying souls were struck, one after another. Hundreds of dead souls were turned into powder in the lightning. Finally, a bright arc of lightning hit the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, shattering it.

The thickest bolt of lightning was like a beam of light that pierced through the sky, submerging the man in white. When the beam of light dissipated, there was nothing left where he was standing.

Chen Lang waved his hand and the white flag flew into his hand. Now only a few pieces of tattered cloth were left, rolling and burning.

Why are there still people who raise the white flag before the fight even starts?

He studied it for a while and felt that since this thing could hold souls, it must not be a simple cloth, but now he could not see anything unusual.

"By the way, what did he just say? White Banner?"

……

　I had to go to the airport tonight, which delayed me. I haven't finished writing the fifth chapter yet, so I'll make up for it later.
　　
　
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