Senior brother, stop it, you are the villain!

While Murong Pianpian was talking to the elder who was in charge of the art, Feng Shao and Liu Shou had been quietly guarding the door. The other Ziqing disciples looked at the two curiously, and whispered a few words from time to time.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the room was opened again, and Murong Pianpian walked out with red eyes. She said to Feng Shao and Liu Shou: "Mr. Feng, Brother Liu, the elder who is in charge of the art invites you two to come in."

Feng Shao and Liu Shou nodded and filed in.

Perhaps because he saw Murong Pianpian escape from danger, the elder who was in charge of the art looked much better than before, but his expression was still a little gray. Seeing the two, the elder who was in charge of the art struggled to get off the ground. Seeing this, Feng Shao and Liu Shou hurried forward to stop the elder who was in charge of the art.

Liu Shou said anxiously: "Senior, why don't you take good care of your injuries and go down to the fields?"

The elder who passed on the skills said breathlessly: "Madam was saved by the two benefactors, and I would like to thank you."

Feng Shao shook his head and said: "Senior, you are too kind. Miss Murong and Tang Fei are our best friends. We have been through hardships together in Qiankun Palace. Now that our friends are in trouble, how can we just sit back and watch? Senior, your words are a bit too polite."

Under the insistence of the two, the elder who passed on the skills had to lie back on the bed and smiled bitterly at the two: "The two young friends are extraordinary. My master and his wife are lucky to have you two as friends."

Liu Shou smiled and said: "Senior, please don't say these words. To me and Brother Feng, Brother Tang and Miss Murong have long been family members. Since they are family members, why should we thank them so much? "

The elder who passed on the skills smiled and said, "My friend, you make me look a little hypocritical. Well, since that's the case, I won't thank you for your kindness. If you need me in the future, I will repay you even if I have to sacrifice my life. "

Feng Shao said, "Since you said so, I will remember it. If I really get into trouble in the future, I will definitely think of you. But now let's talk about the current things first. "

In this upheaval, Ziqing Holy Land suffered heavy losses, which were even worse than the civil strife four years ago. What's more terrible is that the disciples of Ziqing Holy Land have almost lost their backbone during this period, and it is purely luck that they can hold on until now.

Although these nearly a thousand disciples are hiding here to recuperate, with the skills of Chongyang Sword Sect and Xuanlei Sect, so many people will definitely not be able to avoid the enemy's eyes. In addition, the morale of the Ziqing disciples was low. If the enemy came in large numbers at this time, they would have little chance of resisting.

Feng Shao had reason to suspect that the Chongyang Sword Sect and the Xuanlei Sect had most likely discovered this mansion long ago. However, Hanyang City was located near the Tiangang Sword Sect after all, and taking action here was equivalent to taking action under the nose of the Tiangang Sword Sect. In addition, the close relationship between the Ziqing Holy Land and the Tiangang Sword Sect, once the Chongyang Sword Sect and the Xuanlei Sect took action, it would inevitably cause the wrath of the Tiangang Sword Sect.

But Feng Shao didn't quite believe that if they were let go, he would let them go. Feng Shao felt that the biggest possibility was that the Chongyang Sword Sect and the Xuanlei Sect were secretly preparing a big move. They were most likely secretly dispatching people to prepare to annihilate the disciples of the Ziqing Holy Land who were resting here with thunder.

After listening to Feng Shao's analysis, the elder who passed on the skills also looked solemn. After a long silence, he asked, "What suggestions do you have?"

Feng Shao smiled faintly: "It's very simple, we can set up an ambush in advance and give them a head-on blow!"

The elder who passed on the skills asked in surprise: "But if the other party takes action, there will definitely be a lot of enemies. How can you be confident of defeating the strong enemy?"

Without waiting for Feng Shao to answer, Liu Shou on the side smiled and said, "Senior, you don't know that when we rescued Miss Murong, we fought a battle with Chongyang Sword Sect and Xuanlei Sect. In that battle, Chongyang Sword Sect and Xuanlei Sect were so miserable! Almost hundreds of people died, and there may be thousands of injured. If we were not short of manpower, we would have to rush up the mountain and kill them all."

The elder who passed on the skills showed surprise: "Is this true? I wonder how you two did it?"

Feng Shao smiled and said, "Senior, you will know when the time comes."

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Late at night

A team of monks in red and a team in blue were marching quickly on the streets of Hanyang City. Their goal was the big house where the disciples of Ziqing Holy Land were temporarily staying.

The ones in red were disciples of Chongyang Sword Sect, and the ones in blue were disciples of Xuanlei Sect.

Two days ago, when the Ziqing disciples entered Hanyang City, the spies of Chongyang Sword Sect and Xuanlei Sect stationed there had already noticed them. After all, it was really hard to ignore so many people.

However, since there were too many Ziqing disciples, Chongyang Sword Sect and Xuanlei Sect were not suitable to act immediately. After all, if the conflict was too big, it would inevitably cause other forces to intervene, which would be very disadvantageous to Chongyang Sword Sect and Xuanlei Sect. Therefore, they decided to gather more people, formulate a detailed battle plan, and then annihilate these disciples of Ziqing Holy Land.

Yes, this time, their goal was not to let any of them go!

For this reason, they gathered a full two thousand people and entered the city in batches. They bought other courtyards around the mansion in advance, and if they couldn't buy them, they simply drove away the original residents. The Ziqing disciples were surrounded without realizing it.

The two teams on the street were the last to be gathered. When they arrived, the battle would start immediately.

The leader of the Chongyang Sword Sect was a Hedao Realm disciple named You Feng, and the leader of the Xuanlei Sect was a female disciple named Shi Jing in the Huashen Realm.

After a while, the two teams came to the alley where the mansion was located. Looking at the quiet alley, You Feng sneered: "These guys from the Purple Purity Holy Land actually came to Hanyang City with such fanfare. Are they afraid that we don't know their whereabouts? But it's good, this way, we can directly catch all these people in one fell swoop!"

Shi Jing frowned and said: "Brother You, don't underestimate the enemy. In the afternoon, a spy reported that a group of unidentified people entered the mansion. These people are very likely to be the helpers of the Purple Purity Holy Land. The battle later may change."

You Feng said confidently: "Sister Shi, this news is not only heard by you, but also by me. What can a mere twenty people do? It's just right for us to get rid of these people together, so that other sects can see our methods!"

Shi Jing sighed and said nothing more.

In theory, there is really no need to be so cautious with just more than twenty people. After all, they have gathered here, and there are as many as two thousand people! Could two thousand people still be scared away by these twenty people?

But for some reason, Shi Jing always felt her heart beating violently, and a feeling of panic could not be shaken off, which made her hesitate before taking action.

I hope what You Feng said is right.

After taking a deep breath, Shi Jing said in a deep voice: "Then let's fight quickly!"

The two teams entered the alley one after another.

However, when they rushed to a place more than a hundred meters away from the mansion, You Feng suddenly felt that something seemed to trip him under his feet. But because he ran too fast, he had already run more than ten meters away when he came to his senses.

At the same time, the disciples behind him also said: "Huh? What is this?" "What suddenly jumped up!" "Isn't this a magic weapon?"

In the puzzled eyes of the crowd, one disc after another suddenly flew up from under their feet and flew to their chests. Before they could figure out the situation, the discs made a "bang bang" sound. Almost at the same time as the sound was heard, the surrounding disciples felt a sharp pain in their bodies, and screams resounded throughout the alley in an instant.

A cloud of blood mist suddenly exploded, and broken limbs and arms flew all over the sky. No one could have imagined that death would come to them so suddenly.

Because You Feng rushed a little far, and other disciples blocked his body, only half of his body was injured. He looked down at the empty space on the left side of his body in disbelief, where his left arm should have been.

"Ah! What is this!" "It hurts! Am I going to die?" "Enemy! There is an enemy!"

The dense crowd made the anti-infantry jumping mine (cultivation version) of Wuling City's specialty play the greatest lethality. In an instant, dozens of Chongyang Sword School and Xuanlei School disciples fell to the ground, causing hundreds of people to be seriously injured, including dozens of people whose arms were blown away. Everyone was suddenly attacked without seeing the enemy, and fell into panic for a while. Shi Jing repeatedly stopped them, wanting to calm the disciples as soon as possible.

But before her efforts had any effect, she saw dozens of black fist-sized objects flying over her head. One of the unidentified objects flew right over Shi Jing's head, allowing Shi Jing to finally see the true face of the object.

It was a metal sphere with an uneven surface, and it seemed to have a mechanism on it.

Before she could figure out what these things were, a ball of white light took away her vision.

Her life was also taken away.

Dozens of grenades exploded in the alley one after another, and most of the disciples of Chongyang Sword Sect and Xuanlei Sect were killed or injured in an instant. The alley that was quiet a dozen seconds ago was now like a den of ghosts, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, limbs all over the ground, wailing and screaming.

The disciples of Chongyang Sword Sect and Xuanlei Sect, who had been ambushed in the surrounding residences, heard the noise and thought that they had fought with Ziqing Holy Land. They couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied, because this was different from what they had planned in advance! What should they do if they can't react in time when they suddenly start to attack?

But now, they can only temporarily bury their dissatisfaction in their hearts and start to attack.

Those above the Xiantian realm flew up one after another, ready to attack the mansion from above. Others were ready to open the door and attack from the ground.

However, as soon as their hands touched the courtyard door, they saw a black fist-sized unknown object thrown from the mansion. Seeing this unexpected scene, everyone was stunned and subconsciously wondered what the Purple Purity Holy Land was doing. Then in an instant, they knew.

At this time, the disciples of the Purple Purity Holy Land in the mansion, listening to the screams like ghosts howling from outside, all turned pale. They looked at the black-clothed men standing by the wall of the mansion with fear. It was really hard to imagine that these people, who were only at the highest level of the Golden Core Realm, could beat the enemy to the point of ghosts and wolves howling in the blink of an eye.

But what they were more curious about was what kind of magic weapon they had just used?