The strong wind whistled in the sky, passing through the village unscrupulously. The old tree at the entrance of the village also fell the last leaf in the strong wind.

This made Zhang Zhaozhong, who had walked to the entrance of the village, sighed in his heart. He had also been here a few years ago. Although life was hard at that time, there were still many people living here, but these years.

"Oh." Zhang Zhao sighed over and walked towards the village with the sword in his hand.

In the six years since the war between Heitian Palace and Guyue Hall started, there have been too many things that have not been changed, and too many people have been brought in. It is too close to the war zone and no one wants to live here, all for the sake of life.

"I'm also for life." Zhang Zhaozhong tightened the sword in his hand, comforted himself in his heart, and knocked on the wooden door of an inconspicuous cottage.

Two long and two short, the wooden door was opened, and a man walked out of the inside, looked around, and whispered: "Brother Zhang is here, come in quickly, it's not safe to be cold outside."

Zhang Zhao nodded heavily and hurriedly entered the hut with the man. He saw that the man closed the wooden door outside, fumbled on the ground on one side for a while, pushed the straw on it away, revealing a wooden board.

The man opened the wooden board, revealing an authentic tunnel. He turned around and said to Zhang Zhaozhong, "Brother Zhang, go down, Brother Zhao is waiting for you below."

Zhang Zhaozhong clasped his fists at the man and walked into the tunnel along the wooden ladder in the tunnel. The man quickly closed the wooden board and covered the straw again. He quickly hid in a small wooden box in the house and hid it.

Zhang Zhaozhong walked into the tunnel and walked a few steps along the only passage. He saw a widened hall with torches on the walls around him, and he thought there were some ventilation openings here.

Dozens of people have gathered in this underground hall, and the leading man is about thirty years old. If you look closely, you will find that his left hand has been broken, leaving only an empty sleeve there.

"Brother Zhao." Zhang Zhaozhong hurriedly went up and clasped his fists, his tone mixed with admiration. The other party was originally a person worthy of admiration.

"It's Zhaozhong." The man who was called Brother Zhao responded with a smile. If you look at your face carefully, you will find that this person was Zhao Minghui, the second disciple of Jinsha Island back then.

Back then, the Heitian Palace besieged all the righteous men of Jinsha Island, the master of Jinsha Island, and his wife, as well as a group of seniors who exploded their acupoints and stopped the people from the Heitian Palace. Zhao Minghui and a group of people escaped from the tunnel.

It was also that time that in order to cover everyone on board, Zhao Minghui also exploded his acupoints and intercepted the enemy. In the end, his left arm was stripped off. If the others had not tried their best to rescue him, they might not have survived.

Zhao Minghui, who broke his left hand and lost all his martial arts skills by himself, was not discouraged. Instead, he actively studied the martial arts knowledge spread from the Hei Tian Palace and the Gu Yue Hall to restore his skills, and even went further, becoming a celestial warrior.

In recent years, he organized the people who escaped from Jinsha Island and began to secretly resist the rule of the Black Heaven Palace. He gathered some people who suffered from war and taught them their masterful martial arts knowledge.

Today, what they think is not to resist the Black Sky Palace, but to end the war. The battle between the two major forces has caused too much pain.

After seeing the crowd, Zhao Minghui said with a faint smile: "Everyone, we have all been fed up with the pain of war and troubled times. Whether it is the Heitian Palace or the Guyue Hall, their purpose is to annex each other and never consider the pain of other people."

"If this continues, not only the martial arts world, but even the people of this world will be destroyed under war. There are too many tragedies caused by war. Each of us has suffered the pain caused by war. It is precisely because of this that we need to stand up and stop the war."

Although Zhao Minghui had a faint smile, he was particularly serious and certain when he said these words. No one could imagine that ten years ago, this person was just a spoiled young man from a noble family.

"Our strength is weak, so we need more fellow practitioners, and we also need to learn the advantages of Hei Tian Palace and Gu Yue Hall." Zhao Minghui said seriously: "No matter how we hate Hei Tian Palace and Gu Yue Hall, we will not deny their strength."

"Now most of the advanced martial arts knowledge in the world is transmitted from the Black Sky Palace, and their spiritual weapons skills are also included." Zhao Minghui raised his remaining right hand and suppressed the sounds of others gradually rising.

"It is indeed a cruel and cruel thing to use people to train soldiers in the Black Sky Palace. However, the undeniable strength of the spiritual soldiers. If we want to stop the war, we must have the strength to influence the two forces."

"There are also pills in Guyue Hall, but there are also techniques to use herbs to refine ordinary pills. According to our latest news, the technology of the spiritual soldiers in the Black Sky Palace has also been improved, and they have created a way to refine spiritual soldiers without sacrificing their lives."

"The method of spiritual elixir refining has been successfully learned by fellow Taoists and can be brought back soon. The problem now is that another fellow Taoist has obtained the new method of spiritual weapons refining in the Black Sky Palace, but it is under the strict surveillance of the Black Sky Palace and it is difficult to get out."

"What we have to do now is to find a few brothers to accompany me and pick up the fellow mate." Zhao Minghui said bluntly: "This operation is extremely dangerous. Even if I accidentally fall into this operation."

"So, those brothers are willing to go with me." Zhao Minghui always kept a smile on his face. Seeing the crowd actively signing up, he hid his smile and showed a look of pain. This action was to take people to die and make a future.

"Let me go, Brother Zhao, I want to do my best for the world, too." Zhang Zhao said with great righteousness.

"Zhaozhong, my brother and sister have just given birth to a son for you. Why do you have to wade into this muddy water?" Zhao Minghui smiled bitterly and said with a flashing look. There seemed to be something else in his words.

"It is precisely because I have already started a family and have a son who has passed on my family line for me that I have no worries and can fight for it." Zhang Zhaozhong bent down and said, not seeing Zhao Minghui's flashing gaze, or he dare not look at it.

"Then let's go together." Zhao Minghui smiled again. After discussing the specific action arrangements with everyone, he dismissed everyone. After all, it was not safe. If it had been gathered for too long, it might be discovered by spies from the two major forces.

After everyone left, Zhao Minghui put down his smile, thought about everyone's performance just now, drew a few circles in the list in his heart, and his eyes flashed.

The man who opened the door before also walked down and said with concern: "Second Brother, are you really going?"

"How can I fish out all those people without using me as bait? Fan Xiao, my body has been seriously injured after all, and I have no hope of promotion in this life, but you are different. You are the son of your master. Before I leave, I will leave a letter to pass on the position of the head of Jinsha Island to you, hoping that you can restore peace to this world."

"Yes, senior brother." Ye Fan, the son of Ye Zhen, responded with a sad face.
Chapter completed!