The best ring

The heads and elders of several sects had different opinions on Wu Fan's revenge.

"Report!"

Just as everyone was discussing, a disciple of Yuntian Palace rushed in.

"What's the matter?" Sun Ziming, the palace master of Yuntian Palace, asked.

"Report to the palace master, a large number of practitioners have appeared outside our base, suspected to be from Chiyun Palace and Xuantian Sect." The disciple of Yuntian Palace replied.

"What? They have already arrived outside our base? So fast? When did the people of Xuantian Sect get involved with Wu Fan?" Sun Ziming was shocked after hearing his report.

"This is impossible! When we came here yesterday, we were careful to hide our tracks. How could they come to our door so quickly?"

"Did someone leak our whereabouts?"

"Xuantian Sect, a mere second-rate sect, dared to mess around at will, it's simply not knowing how to live or die!"

People from other sects also discussed after hearing the report of the disciples of Yuntian Palace.

After knowing that Shaoyang Sect and Tongtian Sect were destroyed by Wu Fan, the sects that participated in the ambush of Wu Fan made emergency contact. The outside world also knew this. However, they contacted by phone at that time, and there were occasional rumors. They deliberately released this rumor to put pressure on Wu Fan.

However, the crowd did not announce the gathering place. Even when they rushed to Yuntian Palace, they deliberately hid their whereabouts in order to seize the initiative. When they decided to fight, they could choose to take the initiative and catch Wu Fan off guard.

As a result, they had not yet agreed whether to fight or when to fight, and Wu Fan had already attacked.

The arrival of Chiyun Palace means that Wu Fan has come. Now everyone in the Jiangzhou cultivation circle knows that Chiyun Palace is Wu Fan's thugs, but they did not expect that the second-rate sect Xuantian Sect was also involved.

Xuantian Sect is only a second-rate sect in Jiangzhou, and its strength is still far behind that of first-rate sects. Therefore, Xuantian Sect's participation did not put much pressure on them except that they felt angry. They just did not expect Wu Fan to come to their door at this time.

"Everyone, Wu Fan is coming to our door. Tell us whether to fight or not." Sun Ziming, the Palace Master of Yuntian Palace, looked at everyone and said.

"Fight!"

"We can't fight! Wu Fan came too suddenly, and we are not ready yet!"

"What should we prepare? Our people are here, we can fight!"

"Why don't we talk to Wu Fan first? Perhaps he may not be willing to fight with us."

Everyone expressed their opinions, but as before, everyone's opinions were still not unified. After all, there are many sects and many people, and everyone has their own ideas and plans.

"Everyone, please be quiet." Sun Ziming said loudly, "Wu Fan has approached our Yuntian Palace's base. Whether we fight or not, we should gather our disciples first to avoid being passive."

"That's right." Everyone had no opinion on this point. Whether we fight or not, we can't just stay like this.

Each sect sent an elder out to gather their own sect team, and the others continued to stay in the hall to discuss.

"I think we can talk to Wu Fan first." Sun Ziming continued.

"Is Palace Master Sun afraid of Wu Fan?" A head who insisted on fighting said disdainfully.

"Afraid? I have been the Palace Master for decades, so why would I be afraid of a young boy?" Sun Ziming said.

"Then why should we talk to him? We can just fight him directly."

"We are indeed not ready now. Moreover, Wu Fan and Chiyun Palace have successively destroyed the two major sects, Shaoyang Sect and Tongtian Sect. They are in high spirits. If we fight at this time, we may not win. Even if we win, it will seriously hurt our vitality." Sun Ziming said: "I said that we should talk to Wu Fan to stabilize him first and let him relax his vigilance. It will not be too late to take action when we are fully prepared. By then, he will not be prepared, and we will have the upper hand. It will not be difficult to kill him."

"Will Wu Fan agree to a ceasefire? He has brought people to the door!"

"Yes!" Sun Ziming said confidently: "Although they are in high spirits now, they just finished fighting two sects yesterday. The disciples must be tired and there are casualties. Now that so many of us are gathered here, we can also put pressure on him. During the negotiation, we can even promise him some benefits, such as worshipping him as the supreme ruler of Jiangzhou, and we will obey his orders, etc. He can subdue us without fighting. I believe he will not fight hard."

The people present nodded and felt that what Sun Ziming said made sense.

"I agree with Master Sun's idea of ​​false surrender."

"I agree too."

"This is a good idea. Wu Fan is young and energetic. Seeing that we have all submitted to him, he will definitely agree happily and relax his vigilance. Then we will give him a fatal blow!"

The other masters and elders said one after another.

"Okay, since everyone has no objection, then this matter is decided." Sun Ziming stood up and said, "Everyone now..."

"Puff!"

"Uh..."

Sun Ziming was just halfway through his words when he suddenly got stuck.

Then, the others present were horrified to find that a sharp sword tip protruded from Sun Ziming's abdomen, and blood flowed down the tip of the sword, dripping continuously onto the ground.

It was obvious that Sun Ziming was stabbed from behind!

Then, the sword was pulled back, and a figure walked out from behind Sun Ziming's chair.

Wu Fan!

When the people present saw who came out, they were shocked.

How could he be here?

When did he come?

Everyone couldn't figure out why Wu Fan appeared here, and why he gave Sun Ziming a sword so quietly.

"Hello, everyone." Wu Fan held the long sword dripping with blood, with a smile on his face, and walked to the crowd step by step.

"Hey, why are you all silent? Wasn't the discussion just now very intense?" Wu Fan said with a smile: "Did my arrival disturb you? I thought you wanted to see me very much."

"Wu... Wu Fan, why are you here?" An elder of the sect asked, and the shocked expression on his face had not yet dissipated.

"Me? I'm here to kill you." Wu Fan said lightly.

As he said that, Wu Fan turned his right hand, and the long sword stabbed back, stabbing the injured Sun Ziming again.

"Aren't you going to kill me too?" Wu Fan drew back the long sword, and Sun Ziming fell to the ground. He was just full of vigor and vitality, but now his eyes were wide open, and he died unwillingly.

"I'm here now. If you want to kill me, you can do it now." Wu Fan continued.

The others present did not speak. They looked at Wu Fan vigilantly.

They certainly knew why Wu Fan appeared here. The elder just asked that because he was too shocked. He did not expect to see Wu Fan at this time and place.