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"no."

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

"Then take your time and rest."

Chen Lang picked up the Seven Star Sword and was about to leave. It would be a good idea not to go, so as not to steal the credit from him.

Since the task is simple, why don’t you improve your rating? Anyone who delays my scoring today is my enemy.

"Chen Lang! Stop."

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

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

They were very tired, and it was rare for them to get some breathing space. If Chen Lang went out and disturbed the alchemists of Pingtian Sect, they would soon face a new round of siege, but now they were at the end of their strength.

Some people are very unhappy. It is better not to come because of this new comer who refuses to obey the discipline.

"Commander? Who is our commander?" Chen Lang glanced at him and said, "Now let me take command. Do you want to go or not?"

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

Chen Lang turned around suddenly, raised his hand and fired an electric arc.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him, and the arc light fell on his chest, causing blood to splash everywhere.

"Senior Brother Fang!"

The others were shocked and stood up one after another. How long has it been since this happened? Do you really dare to fight among yourself?

Moreover, they had already seen what kind of fighting prowess Senior Brother Fang Shao had, and now he was injured in one blow.

But soon, Senior Brother Fang's scattered blood flowed back and returned to his original form. His injuries healed and he was as good as before.

This surprised Chen Lang a little, yo, there are masters.

"Hello, I am the commander. My surname is Fang and my name is Shang. I am an outer disciple. 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 forgive me. There is no need to go to war over this matter."

He had heard of Chen Lang's reputation. Although he was not familiar with it, he believed that a truly strong man would not use his brain to make choices at critical moments. This had nothing to do with his character.

"Okay, let me ask you, I'm going to leave now, will you follow me?" Chen Lang asked.

Fang Shao thought for a moment, "I wonder if there will be other teams going with Brother Chen Lang?"

"No."

"Then are there any elders coming to support?"

"No."

Fang Shaodun was silent for a moment, "Then did you ask you to send a message to make any arrangements for us?"

"nor."

Fang Shang stopped asking.

Everyone was quiet, and the atmosphere was visibly depressed.

Then, Fang Shao turned to look at the many brothers and said: "You have also seen that we have been fighting for so many days, and the sect has no intention of coming to rescue. There is no point in waiting any longer. It is nothing more than being deceived by Pingtian. Just slow consumption and death.

It's better to fight together. The result is no longer important. Whoever can get out alive should not look back and retreat immediately. There is no way to stop them here. Don't make any more meaningless sacrifices. "

As soon as Fang Shao spoke, the other brothers braced themselves and prepared to fight.

The crazy monk stood aside indifferently. He seemed to have opinions, but was stopped by a female monk.

"Senior Brother Fang is right. This person has a bad temper. Don't worry about it."

She could tell that Senior Brother Fang wanted to find an opportunity to encourage everyone to work hard and break out of the encirclement.

and

The female cultivator turned back and took a deep look. Han Tianxiao was fine and had returned to normal now, but the other two disciples brought by Chen Lang still had trouble working their ears. They suffered from hysteria from time to time and were obviously blown away 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 over.

In less than half a day, more than two thousand miles, and three people were still hanging around. What did Chen Lang learn from practicing?

This made her suspect that this Chen Lang might be really useful today.

"That's right."

Chen Lang smiled and said, "Let's go, why don't we come together?"

"Spread out."

Fang Shao said, "If we go together, they will have more people, which will be detrimental to us, and what Wanhun Banner is best at is fighting in groups."

Then, he suggested dividing the teams into small groups and breaking out toward the north. Those fellow apprentices always listened to him and had no objections.

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

"Brother Chen Lang, why don't you come with me?" Fang Shang asked.

"No."

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

Fang Shao didn't press any further. After the disciples rectified themselves, they stepped out of the white line circle drawn on the ground and set off in all directions.

"Brother Chen, they have insect controllers with 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 is still four people.

"How about we leave quickly?"

Senior Brother Meng whispered, he was still a little confused at this moment.

Aren’t we on a mission? Why did it suddenly become a great escape?

He heard about the battle just now and felt that the situation was much more serious than imagined. Once they escaped, wouldn't the Pingtian Sect have invaded the sect's territory?

But he didn't dare to say it, and he didn't dare to ask. When he came here, he was dealing with life and death, so it was best to be careful in everything.

"Alright." Chen Lang took out the hemp rope again.

"Forget it, let's walk slowly." Senior Brother Meng immediately changed his mind. He didn't want to experience 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 he and his friends were redundant. Do they really need them on this battlefield?

"Someone."

Suddenly, Han Tianxiao spoke and stopped.

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

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

Then, he realized that it might not be him, the captain, who had the final say today.

Looking at Chen Lang again, he went straight in the direction.

Soon, there was a rustling sound of footsteps in front, and a white flag was higher than the bushes, swaying and rushing over.

"We found you."

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

"People from Pingtian Sect?" Chen Lang asked.

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

Crack!

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

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

Senior Brother Meng was stunned. In fact, since he was on the road, he knew that Chen Lang was not an ordinary person, and he was probably far better than Senior Brother Han, but this was really a bit too outrageous, right?

"Ahem."

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

He was really convinced. The strength shown by Chen Lang was really terrifying, much stronger than he imagined. Why did he do such a task? 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. His face was indifferent. He waved his hand casually, and the white flag on the ground flew up, then suddenly swelled and exploded.

Countless dead souls emerged from the white flag like locusts, flying everywhere, howling, forming a huge formation.

The real flag bearer!

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

But those with such waist badges were the ones who manipulated everything behind the scenes. When the Wanhun Banner moved, the sky and the earth changed color.

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

Although Senior Brother Meng was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, he also clearly noticed that this person had an extraordinary aura. His face was very solemn. He protected Junior Sister Xiaoman behind him and looked at Chen Lang again. He couldn't deal with opponents at this level by himself, so he could only hope for him now.

The man in white had his hands behind his back, his mouth slightly curled, and a white flag hung in front of him.

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

Then, he said lightly:

"I was wondering, where do you get the courage to suddenly break out and fight in groups? It turns out that a master has come.

However, I haven't taken action for a long time. It's boring to watch them raise the white banner all the time. I'll play with you today."

Crack!

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

And the thickest thunderbolt, like a beam of light penetrating the sky, submerged the white-clothed man, and when the beam dissipated, there was nothing where he stood.

Chen Lang waved his hand, and the white flag flew into his hand. Now there are only a few pieces of broken cloth strips left, rolling and burning.

How can someone raise a white flag before the fight starts?

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

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

...

I suddenly went to pick up the plane tonight, which wasted time. I haven't finished writing the fifth chapter yet, so I will make up for it later