Swire Overlord

Chapter 310 Pay the Price
Zhao Yufan was silent for a while, staring at Zhou Hai's words carefully.

Zhou Hai explained Liu Man and Zhou Yiming's plan, and immediately looked at everyone.

The plan of Liu Man and Zhou Yiming is very simple, that is, let Zhao Yufan, who is the incarnation of the sword god, trade with Zhou Yiming, and then ambush a large number of people to arrest Zhao Yufan or kill him, so as to attract Zhao Yufan to come forward and catch Zhao Yufan all at once.

But they never expected that the sword god is Zhao Yufan, and Zhao Yufan is the sword god.

The little fat man shook his head and thought for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Should I discuss it with Zhao Yufan?"

When Zhao Yufan heard this, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said firmly, "No! He's not at Qilin Mountain, and he's probably coming here in a few days, so leave the rest to me."

Hearing this, several other people showed displeasure.

Zhang Qing frowned and said, "What you said is wrong. Why do you want to do it? We are also friends of you and Zhao Yufan. We will never stand idly by in this matter!"

"Agreed!" Yuanyuan raised her hand in agreement.

The little fat man also echoed: "Agreed!"

Zhao Yufan didn't say much, but continued to analyze: "Now there are two choices. The first way is to turn a blind eye and ignore them directly. In this way, their plan will come to nothing; Let their plan go, and deal them a fatal blow from it!"

Everyone fell into deep thought, and the atmosphere in the tent was somewhat depressing. The first route was the safest, while the second route was extremely risky.

"Let's just ignore it." The little fat man rolled his eyes slightly and said shrewdly.Zhang Qing nodded immediately, and Yuanyuan agreed after thinking about it, "Well, the situation is very complicated now, it's better to ignore them."

Zhao Yufan thought the same way. Just as he was about to nod his head, he heard Zhou Hai say, "I agree too."

After Zhou Hai finished speaking, he stretched out his arm to take the teacup. The moment he took the teacup, a red scar appeared on his wrist.

If he didn't hold the teacup, the scar on his wrist would be covered by the sleeve, but when he took the teacup, the sleeve on his wrist would move up, and the scar would naturally be exposed.As if he was afraid of being seen, he quickly retracted his hand.

Although it was just a simple movement, Zhao Yufan still noticed it. His face was a little gloomy, murderous intent flashed in his pupils, and he said in a deep voice, "What's the matter with the injury on your hand?"

When the others heard this, they looked at Zhou Hai suspiciously.Yuanyuan walked up to Zhou Hai carelessly, intending to roll up his sleeves, but the force when the two pulled was too strong, Zhou Hai's sleeves were directly ripped off by Yuanyuan.

On Zhou Hai's next door, there appeared ghostly scars of all kinds, as if someone had whipped him. These scars were old and old, obviously not done in a day. The most astonishing thing was that these scars spread all over his body.

"Liu Man did it!" Zhao Yufan asked sharply, and the expressions of the others were also quite ugly, as ugly as the swaying ferocious trees outside.

After seeing the scars on Zhou Hai's body, everyone's hearts trembled slightly, and only then did they understand what Zhou Hai had endured wherever Liu Man was.

"I'll make them pay!"

Zhao Yufan said something coldly, then slowly closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Since they want to kill me, then use their tricks and kill them!"

Zhang Qing and Yuanyuan said nothing, they looked at Zhou Hai and nodded silently.

Soon, everyone was ready to respond immediately. Anyway, with Zhou Hai by their side, their every move was under the control of Zhao Yufan. As long as they knew Zhou Zhouming's plan, they would make corresponding countermeasures.

In order to prevent Liu Man from being suspicious, Liu Hai left after a while.

In the tent, only Zhao Yufan was left.The expressions of the four were a little dignified. Although Zhou Hai was monitoring Liu Man and the others, the strength of Zhao Yufan and the others was too weak, and they urgently needed a group of experts to help them out.

Zhang Qing and Yuanyuan couldn't mobilize the family power at all, and it was impossible for Zhao Yufan to find any Gao to help out.

After a long time, Zhao Yufan said coldly, "I will ask people from the Demonic Way to help."

Zhang Qing and Yuanyuan looked surprised and worried, while the little fat man asked curiously, "Do you still know people from the Demonic Way?"

"I don't know him, but the sword demon does, and Zhao Yufan can also invite people from the magic way." Zhao Yufan said lightly, not sure if the people from the way of magic are willing to help him, "Go back first, I Go to the magic camp."

Several people said goodbye and stepped into the wind and rain.

Zhao Yufan put away the tent, looked around vigilantly, and then disappeared into the rainstorm.

In the magic camp, there were very few people, and everyone's conversation and laughter came from the surrounding tents.

As a sword demon, Zhao Yufan came to the camp of Tianhuo Holy Gate.There were no guards around the camp, but he was still seen in a nearby tent.

"Who are you?" someone yelled.

"Sword Demon!" Zhao Yufan said.After saying this, he walked towards the tent.

When the people in the tent heard the name of the sword demon, there was a commotion, and then a dozen high-level warriors took up weapons and surrounded Zhao Yufan, looking at him vigilantly.One of them asked angrily, "What are you doing?"

"Look for Layman Baishan!" Zhao Yufan said hoarsely, his tone a little impatient.

A dozen or so senior warriors met each other, and couldn't help but tighten their grip on the weapons in their hands, with a vicious look in their fierce eyes.

In the rainstorm, a group of people stood against the wind, letting the wind and rain blow.

Zhao Yufan held the knife, frowning slightly, the raindrops hit the knife, slowly flowing down, and finally dripped along the tip of the knife into the puddle.

Suddenly, his knife was raised, and then fell down.

A cold light flashed, and the knife rose and fell.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" Immediately afterwards, there were bursts of crisp noises in the wind and rain, and the senior warriors took a step back in fright, holding the weapon that suddenly broke in two, dumbfounded in surprise.

"Go report!"

Zhao Yufan said hoarsely.

The senior warriors still surrounded Zhao Yufan, but they were frightened by his move just now.Finally, a high-ranking martial artist came to his senses and hurriedly reported it, while the rest of them stared at him as if they were facing a formidable enemy, for fear that he was making any moves.

After a stalemate for a while, in the wind and rain, a group of 12 people finally came. They were the Twelve Envoys of the Holy Fire.

Jiu Shiba hugged the wine gourd and shouted impatiently: "It's all gone, he is our friend."

After hearing the words, the senior warriors dared not disobey and pushed away one after another.

Seeing 12 people appear, Zhao Yufan smiled and said respectfully, "Seniors, excuse me."

Layman Baishan waved his hand, looked at the empty tent not far away, and said, "Let's go, let's talk inside."

A group of people walked forward in a mighty way, and the person at the end was the swordsman of Juelian who was carrying the ebony cold coffin. Every time he took a step, a deep pit would appear on the ground. As his dull footsteps stopped, everyone They finally gathered in the tent.

(End of this chapter)