Queen of Nongmen: Hexagrams determine the universe

Chapter 174 Turning the tables

The next morning, the Hanshan School.

Zhuang Qingping's expression was anxious and tired. He had no appetite for breakfast, so he hurried into the study room, accompanied by the sound of his footsteps were shouts from the bottom of the mountain.

"If you have the guts, come down! You come down and have a serious fight with our sects!"

"Shrinking tortoises! You Hanshan faction are some shrinking tortoises who can only hide in the mountains! How long are you going to shrink back? Do you want to shrink for a lifetime?"

"Hold back and wait to die? Do you dare to come down and fight to the death with us? Your Hanshan faction is full of soft bones! Soft bones!"

……

Under the scolding of these small sects, the disciples of the Hanshan sect felt extremely humiliated.

Zhuang Qingping has already issued an order, no matter how the people below scold, don't try to break through the eight-door golden lock formation, go down the mountain and fight them!

Some impulsive disciples, unable to bear the humiliation, planned to pass through the eight-door golden lock formation and go down the mountain to fight with them, but before he could go down the mountain, he was injured or died in the formation.

With these lessons learned from the past, finally, no one dared to go down the mountain again.

The entire mountain was shrouded in an atmosphere of despair, and everyone seemed to be trapped in a lonely boat in the sea, not knowing where the future was.

In such an atmosphere, it is inevitable that the disciples in this sect will fight, and once it happens, it will not be easy to stop. They seem to want to use the fight to vent their depression.

After Zhuang Qingping entered the study, he saluted Ye Qinghan.

Ye Qinghan didn't raise his head, he browsed through the letter sent to him by Cheng Shisan, and felt Ye Qiongdan's actions in the past few days from the lines. Then, he carefully folded the letter paper and put it back in the envelope.

"What's the matter?" Ye Qinghan finally raised his head and asked.

"We...can we just endure it forever?" Zhuang Qingping asked uncomfortably. Enduring it is worse than killing him!

"No, things will turn around soon." Ye Qinghan said calmly.

Originally, he thought he was going to show a hole card, but Ye Qiongdan unexpectedly helped him successfully attract a powerful foreign aid.

"How fast is it?" Zhuang Qingping asked without confidence, "Those people scolded badly down there, making people in the sect impetuous and worrying..."

"Soon, they won't call the Hanshan faction a 'shrinking turtle' anymore," Ye Qiongdan pushed open the door, with a thin layer of dew on her black hair, and she walked in with a smile covered in dust. With a layer of backlight, so dazzling that people can't see the outline clearly, "Baihuatang will help the Hanshan faction and defend the enemy with us!"

"What did you say?" Zhuang Qingping asked in disbelief, "Will Baihuatang help us? But we have never had any contact with Baihuatang. The status of Baihuatang in Jianghu is much higher than that of the Hanshan faction, so how could we be willing to let it go?" Help us with dignity? The weak have no diplomacy!"

"Baihuatang owes me a favor, that's enough," Ye Qiongdan raised his eyebrows, looked at a group of masters from Baihuatang behind him, and bowed his hands to them, "Then, please!"

"Miss Ye, please don't worry, we will definitely follow the order of the hall master and assist the Hanshan faction to defend against the enemy!" The leading master also bowed his hands to Ye Qiongdan.

Zhuang Qingping laughed happily: "There are some small sects at the bottom of the mountain. They are far inferior to Baihuatang in terms of status in the Jianghu. With the masters of Baihuatang in charge, they must not dare to do it again!"

The servants in the study also showed joyful smiles upon hearing this.

"Come on, let's go down the mountain now!" Zhuang Qingping said excitedly.

Ye Qiongdan led the masters from Baihuatang down the mountain, dismantling the eight-door Golden Lock Formation while walking.

After the formation was withdrawn, everyone also walked down the mountain.

When the heads of the various sects down the mountain saw Zhuang Qingping, they were taken aback for a moment.

"What? Don't be a turtle?" The head of the Yuyan faction sneered, and mocked, "I thought you Hanshan faction would never dare to tear off that damn formation in your life!"

"That's right, relying on formations to shrink back and save your life, what kind of hero is he?"

"It's simply unworthy to hang out in the Jianghu! All the disciples of the entire sect are ashamed to follow you! You are so tired that they have no face to meet the ancestors of the underworld!"

……

"Everyone, please be safe," Zhuang Qingping raised his head and said, "Didn't you keep yelling, let us go down the mountain? Okay, we're going down the mountain! We plan to fight you in a dignified manner!"

The eight heads looked at each other with suspicion in their eyes.

This thing is abnormal because it is a demon!
"It's the end of the road, isn't it?" The head of the Yuyan faction swallowed nervously, and said not confidently.

"Rush forward?" The head of the Lingyun faction said tentatively.

"What are you all hesitating about? A great opportunity is in front of you, don't you know how to cherish it? Let's take the fragments of martial arts secret books according to our ability, and we Qinghu faction will not be polite!" The head of Qinghu faction couldn't wait He said calmly, "The disciples of the Qinghu Sect obey orders, come forward!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Qinghu School immediately drew out the swords at their waists and rushed over.

"brush--!"

"brush--!"

"brush--!"

……

The sharp sword light streaked across, sprays of blood sprayed into the air, and corpses fell down like collapsed movable puppets.

The sword is out of the sheath, and the sword is in the sheath, only in a crisp moment, like chopping melons and vegetables, this is the demeanor of a master!

The face of the head of the Qinghu faction became ugly, and he clenched his fists tightly, regretting it very much!
He shouldn't be such an early bird!
He really shouldn't be such an early bird!

Right now, there are only a few dozen disciples of the Qinghu sect alive around him.

The heads of other sects looked at each other again, with even more hesitation in their eyes.

"Enemies should be settled rather than tied. My Hanshan Sect is willing to give you a chance to reconcile." Zhuang Qingping cupped his hands towards them, "As long as the heads sign a contract with my Zhuang Qingping, within a hundred years, these eight sects of yours will no longer be together. Invade the Hanshan faction!"

"Reconciliation?" The head of the Yuyan faction snorted coldly, and raised his chin, "We are not here to reconcile with you, we want the fragments of martial arts secret books! As long as you hand over the fragments, it will be seen from the friendship in the past Come on, I can protect you from death!"

"I've already said that the Hanshan sect has no fragments of martial arts secret books." Zhuang Qingping said helplessly.

"Do you think we will believe it?" Yuyan sent the head to look at the other heads, "Let's go together!"

"Okay!" The other heads nodded.

"All disciples, obey your orders and charge forward!" All the masters shouted in unison.

The disciples of various sects surrounding the mountain rushed up the mountain immediately.

The masters of Baihuatang are all strong in martial arts and rich in experience, so they blocked them very easily, and with an absolute advantage, let them live or die!

The disciples rushing to the back were not stupid. Seeing that the disciples rushing to the front were all killed, they retreated one after another.

"What are you retreating? Go forward!"

"Using the wheel tactics exhausted their internal strength!"

"Don't come back! Go for me! Go!"

……

The heads shouted angrily, but these disciples were afraid of death first, and secondly, they thought that there were still disciples of the Hanshan sect on the mountain waiting for work, so they didn't dare to rush any more.

(End of this chapter)