At this moment, seven teams were winding from all directions and finally converged on the mountain road. Most of these teams were led by a leader, holding a rattle and shaking it from time to time.
Except for the person who led the team, most of the remaining people in the team had dull faces and dull eyes, following the leader like zombies.
However, there are exceptions. Among the seven teams, one is led by two people. One of them is a man in white with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. His right arm is cut off at the elbow and is wrapped in a white cloth at the moment.
He talked casually to another middle-aged man in Tsing Yi who was leading the team next to him. He kept looking around with his evil eyes, looking cautious and vigilant.
"Junior brother, I'm not telling you, but you are too arrogant. Did you lose your courage after the first battle?" The one who spoke was the middle-aged man in green next to the man in white.
"Senior brother, you were not there at that time. The strength of that man's sword is unbelievable. If it weren't for my superb Taoism, how would I be alive at this moment?" The man in white rolled his eyes and replied.
"Haha, I think it's obvious that you're not good at studying. This time, you've been cheated. You've lost half of your arm, and you've lost more than 20 priests. I don't think Lord Red-faced Ghost will spare you lightly.
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When the man in white heard him mention the "red-faced ghost", he couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly leaned toward him and whispered in his ear.
After hearing this, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi showed a satisfied smile, nodded and said: "You know the truth, I have arrested a dozen more people anyway. Since you and I have these benefits, I will allocate ten people to you later.
It’s considered a good job for you. But you can’t break your promise on these things.”
The man in white immediately patted his chest and said, "Senior brother, don't worry, I, Cheng San, have always promised you a thousand pieces of gold!"
"Yes." The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi took advantage of the situation. In a good mood, he patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Junior brother Cheng, you are actually good at everything, but you are too timid. Here are our eight senior brothers from the Corpse Ghost Sect.
Now, if the person who hurt you doesn't come, just leave it alone. If he comes, keep it safe so that she never comes back!"
Cheng San said with a flattering smile: "Senior brother has amazing magical powers. When that person comes, he doesn't need eight people to join forces. Senior brother can defeat him with only one sword, so that she can know the methods of our Corpse Ghost Sect!"
"You are just a flatterer!" the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi scolded with a smile, but there was a proud smile on his face, obviously he was very happy with this flattery.
While he was talking, seven teams, totaling more than a hundred people, began to climb up the Pingfeng Mountain trail.
Not far from them, on a steep rock in Pingfeng Mountain, a man and a woman were lying down.
The man is dressed in linen gray clothes, and the woman is dressed in coarse cloth peasant clothes with a few embroidered blouses attached to them.
These two people were naturally Liang Yan and Li Xiran who came in a hurry. Li Xiran specially changed his clothes. Instead of the black clothes before, he was dressed like a village girl. However, his face was charming and cute, but nothing he wore could hide it.
Can't.
"These people leading the team are only at the second to third levels of Qi training. They have not even crossed the first threshold of the Qi training period. It seems that there is nothing to fear. It's just that they mentioned the 'Red Face'
Ghost, but I don’t know what kind of cultivation he is.”
Liang Yan lay on the boulder and carefully observed the intelligence of the enemy below. He was still thinking about the details and countermeasures of the upcoming action, when he suddenly heard a heavy breathing next to him.
He glanced around and saw Li Xiran staring at the people below, his eyes almost splitting and ready to spit fire.
Liang Yan secretly said "No!". Sure enough, he saw Li Xiran reaching out to draw the knife from the storage bag.
"No! Heroine! Let's be patient for now. These people's lives are not in danger yet." Liang Yan hurriedly held her hand down.
Li Xiran turned around and glared at Liang Yan and said, "Why did you stop me? When I went down, I stabbed each one of them, and ended up killing these villains!"
Liang Yan sighed and said: "Rescue people to the end. These people have been here from Pingfeng City for less than half an hour. They are not in danger yet. We will follow quietly, find their lair, and then rescue the people inside together."
It’s not too late!”
Li Xiran had already pulled half of the knife handle out of the storage bag. After listening to Liang Yan's words, he finally suppressed the anger in his heart, but his chest rose and fell sharply, obviously trying to endure it.
While he was talking, the team on the mountain road passed directly below them, leaving only the last dozen or so people hanging at the rear. Liang Yan winked at Li Xiran, and the two of them turned over and jumped off the boulder at the same time.
Falling at the end of the line, not making any sound.
As soon as the two entered the team, their eyes immediately darkened and their expressions became dull. At first glance, they looked no different from the other people in the team.
The leader of the last team was a short, fat young man, wearing black clothes and a black hat. He seemed to feel something, and looked back doubtfully, but he didn't see anything strange, so he shook his head and continued
Lead the way.
Liang Yan and Li Xiran just mingled behind the crowd and followed the large troops towards Pingfeng Mountain.
About half an hour later, the team suddenly stopped halfway up the mountain. The leader turned around and no longer went up the mountain road, but walked towards the woods on the side. The monks behind also shook their rattles.
, changed the direction of everyone's travel, and walked towards the forest.
After everyone walked in the forest for about a while, the ground suddenly opened up in front of them, revealing a large open space.
I saw eight huge red-burning iron pillars in the open space, standing in eight directions: east, south, west, north, southeast, southwest, northwest, and northeast. There was a huge brazier on each of the iron pillars, with flames inside.
It was burning, and I didn't know what was burning, and it gave off a stench.
Eight iron pillars formed a circle, and a futon was placed in the open space in the middle of the circle. On the futon, a big man in red slept.
This big man has a strange appearance, his face is as red as a jujube, and the muscles on his arms are knotted. He is more than nine feet tall, almost twice as tall as an ordinary person. He is currently sleeping soundly holding a wine jar as big as a water tank.
, like a huge mountain of meat.
"Eighth level of Qi training!"
Liang Yan was shocked. He didn't expect that this red-faced ghost was not comparable to those of his men.
It should be noted that there are three hurdles for Qi training monks, and each hurdle is not easy to overcome. This second hurdle is the progression from the 7th level to the 8th level of Qi training. Once a monk breaks through, his whole body's spiritual power will become extremely pure.
The power of spells has doubled, and it is not as simple as a small difference in realm.
Ordinary monks cannot drive objects to fly until they have reached the eighth level of Qi training, because the spiritual power in their bodies is not pure enough. Of course, Zhuo Bufan of Yixing Pavilion is an exception due to his status as a sword cultivator.
Just as Liang Yan was secretly calculating in his heart, the eight monks leading the team waved their rattles, and everyone stopped in place. Then the eight people prostrated themselves on the ground at the same time, and respectfully said to the red-faced man in the middle: "Lord Red-faced Ghost
, the sacrifices you requested have been brought."
After the eight people finished speaking, the red-faced man in the middle didn't seem to hear it, and was still sleeping soundly on the futon. However, everyone did not dare to neglect at all, and remained in a prone position on the ground, not daring to move.
After a while, the red-faced man suddenly snorted, opened his eyes leisurely, raised the wine jar as big as a water tank in his arms, and poured it into his mouth.
"No more wine!" said the red-faced ghost, throwing the wine jar over everyone's heads.
With a "pop!", one of the unlucky guys was hit on the head and bleeding, but he was still lying on the ground, not daring to say a word.
Another monk hurriedly climbed forward a few steps and said in a panic: "Sir, please calm down. When this matter is over, we will go down the mountain to buy enough wine for you. Please bear with us for a while!"
"Haha, you are still sensible and know how to be filial to me!" the red-faced ghost laughed.
He rubbed his half-raised eyelids, stood up from the futon, glanced behind everyone, and suddenly frowned: "Why are there missing people!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng San immediately crawled out of the crowd and said with a trembling voice: "Sir, please calm down. I met a powerful enemy at the foot of the mountain and forcibly rescued a group of people. However, my subordinates have already left.
If we add ten people elsewhere, it should be barely enough."
"Barely enough?"
The red-faced ghost raised his eyebrows first, then nodded and said, "Well, you are right."
Cheng San was overjoyed. He raised his head and wanted to say something else. But he was horrified to find that the red-faced ghost had already stood in front of him, looking at him pitifully.
Before he could speak, the red-faced ghost pierced his Dantian with one hand, stretched out his hand, twisted his neck, and tore off his head.
Then he raised his hands and threw Cheng San's body into a brazier. The flames in the brazier immediately swelled, and a faint blue light emitted from the center of the fire.
"It's really enough!" The red-faced ghost said with a smile, "If you count yourself."
