Chapter 259: Discussion on Countermeasures

"The Palace of Medicine King?" Fu Lou's thoughts turned sharply and made a decision in an instant: "It's in the Palace of Medicine King! Yingying, be sure to ask the Lord to try to concentrate all the personnel of the Immortal Doctor Sect in the Palace of Medicine King as soon as possible, and never disperse the disciples."

"Well! This is the only way for the current plan." Lan Yingying nodded and said.

"No need to go later." Fu Lou walked, and he wanted to pull Lan Yingying's slender hand, but his right hand was stretched halfway and retracted. He felt that doing this was a bit reckless.

Lan Yingying smiled secretly, stretched out her slender hand and gently placed it in Fu Lou's big hand.

Fu Lou quickly held it, grinned, and his hands were a little tight, as if he was afraid that he would slip away.

"Brother Fu, you hurt your little sister's hand." Lan Yingying frowned slightly.

"Ah!..." When Fu Lou heard this, he quickly let go and touched it with his other hand, as if he wanted to drive away the pain from Lan Yingying's hand.

Lan Yingying's pretty face suddenly turned red like a peach blossom. Her pair of beautiful eyes almost closed, like a crescent moon, shyly trying to hide in the clouds.

Seeing this, Fu Lou immediately woke up and couldn't help but retreat with both hands.

Lan Yingying gently held Fu Lou's right hand and said shyly: "Let's go, Brother Fu."

Fu Lou smiled again. At this moment, he felt very lucky and happy.

...

Fu Lou and Lan Yingying had already arrived in the Medicine King Hall.

In addition to them, there were only three people in the Medicine King Hall, Mr. Lan and two old men. The others were obviously fighting against the enemy on the hillside.

Both old men were wearing the standard clothing of elders of the Immortal Doctor Sect. One was thin and the other was tall and black beard. Their cultivation seemed to be in the late stage of the Golden Pill. During this period on Wujie Mountain, Fu Lou had never seen these two elders. I guess they had just left the seclusion.

Mr. Lan is no longer as handsome as before, and the smile on his face is gone. He has always loved to be neat and his hair is a little messy, and there seems to be a word of sorrow written on his face.

At this time, he was arguing anxiously with the two elders in the hall.

When the three old men saw Fu Lou and Lan Yingying holding hands, their eyes were a little surprised, but soon they ignored the two because of the crisis in front of them and continued to argue, unable to make a decision for the time being.

Facing a situation at the critical moment of life and death, no one can easily make a choice.

Seeing this, Fu Lou and Lan Yingying were very anxious, but they were not inconvenient to disturb the arguments between the three old men. They stood aside and listened to their decisions before talking.

"The current situation is in crisis, I stay and cut off the rear. The other elders took the form of lottery draws, and they also stayed behind to jointly protect many disciples from escaping from Wuzhishan to preserve the strength of this sect." The thin and white-haired old man proposed a plan, his tone was very anxious.

"No! Doing this is purely giving up Wuzhishan! But you are acting like a hero!... Of course, if you die, I will not be sad at all, and I will only scold you." The old man with a black beard like steel was roaring: "I think that only by concentrating all the strength of this sect and fighting to the death with the enemy! I just don't believe this evil!"

"But the enemy is too powerful. If you still cannot resist it if you concentrate your strength, this sect will face the difficulty of extermination." Mr. Lan sighed, his face a little pale.

"Don't discuss it anymore! It's too late! Just do what I said, so that you can preserve some strength for this sect and revitalize in the future." The thin and white-haired old man waved his hand suddenly.

"I don't agree! I am the eldest brother, you have to listen to me." The old man with a black beard like steel roared.

"The head of the sect also wants to listen to you?" the old man with thin hair retorted.

"It's now! What's the leader? Whoever listens to whom is the best?" The old man with a black beard like steel roared wildly, and then he said to Mr. Lan: "After passing this hurdle, I'll still listen to you."

Mr. Lan Da knew the temper of this senior brother and did not argue with him.

The old man with thin and white hair opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the old man with black beard interrupted: "Junior brother, go and send a signal for help from the sects of the Zhengdao Alliance, and ask them to come and support as soon as possible. Let's concentrate our efforts to fight the enemy first."

"I have sent a distress signal." Mr. Lan said with some remorse: "Actually, I don't want to give up Wuzhishan. I, the head of the sect, have been too dereliction of duty!"

The old man with black beard comforted, "Junior brother, you can't blame you. You are much better than us as the head."

The thin and white-haired old man thought, "Since both the senior brother and the head of the sect said this, we can only wait for our fellow men to come to rescue at the moment if we try our best to withstand the attack from the enemy."

"Since both senior brothers have made this decision, let's stick to Wuzhishan and live and die together with Wuzhishan." Mr. Lan made a difficult choice.

"Well! I am the eldest brother, I'll take the lead, don't argue with me." The old man with black beard nodded heavily and said.

"No! Senior brother, no." The thin and white-haired old man shook his head and said, "We should not take the initiative to fight. We focus on defense. Not only can we reduce casualties, but we may delay the rescue of our fellow workers."

"I'll follow your plan." The old man with a black beard like steel agreed: "I'm going to recall the disciples from each hill to Da Thumb Mountain."

"Wait! Although the disciples may have more casualties when they are dispersed, they can also disperse the enemy, which can delay more time. After all, each mountain has a protective formation, so you can hold on for a while." The thin and white-haired old man looked very sad.

"The mountain protection formation has been broken. It is obvious that the other party has a master who is proficient in formation. Even if the sect uses a slightly stronger small formation, it will be difficult for a long time to support it. I hope the rescue can arrive in time, otherwise..." Mr. Lan said worriedly.

The other two old men also nodded solemnly. They also knew that with their current formation, they could not resist the men in black's accumulation of attacks.

"It's a pity that Master has not been in the sect for many years, so I don't know where I have traveled. Otherwise, with his magical powers, he would definitely be able to set up a stronger formation, and we can recall all the disciples to Dazhu Mountain." The thin and white-haired old man sighed.

The old man with a black beard as strong as steel also looked a little sad.

At this time, Fu Lou could no longer hold back and bowed forward and said, "Three seniors, if the first-level formation is not good, why not arrange a few more layers of formations? It just so happens that the younger generation also has a very good small formation... the small treasure flag formation can be arranged on the inner layer."

"Although the younger generation's treasure flag formation is small, it has extremely strong defense and no one can break it yet." Fu Lou added.

"Nephew Fu, do you think this is serious?" Mr. Lan's eyes lit up.

When the thin, white-haired old man and the black-bearded old man were half-believing and half-doubted when he heard this, it was no wonder that the protective formation was related to the life and death of the Immortal Doctor Sect, so it is normal to be cautious.
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