Ji Wushi and others quickly broke through the Iron Man Formation. After that, the road was smooth and there were no traps. They followed the dark tunnel winding down and finally reached the foot of the mountain after half an hour.
As they were about to exit the tunnel, Ji Wushi and others had already faintly heard the sound of running water. It seemed that the exit was by the side of a small river or creek.
"Brothers, put out the torches first."
Still more than ten feet away from the cave entrance, Ji Wushi suddenly turned around and said to everyone.
The torches in the cave gradually extinguished, and Zu Qianqiu asked in a low voice: "Brother Ji, since Master asked us to take this secret passage, do you think that someone will ambush us on the mountain?"
Ji Wushi nodded and said with a smile: "These righteous people are not all fools. How could they allow us to go up to the Shaolin Temple smoothly and safely down the mountain? The young master's worry is not wrong. If we had gone down the mountain directly before,
I'm afraid I just fell into those people's tricks."
The old man laughed and said: "But haven't we made it down the mountain intact now? Let those idiots continue to wait up there, haha."
The three of them looked at each other and laughed, leading hundreds of people behind them out of the tunnel. However, they saw a bright moon and few stars outside. A small stream flowed slowly a few feet away. There was a pine forest not far ahead, which was dark and blocked.
Everyone's sight.
"After all the other brothers have come down the mountain, let's hurry up and meet the young master. This time we are going to show these righteous people how powerful we are." Ji Wushi turned around and looked up the mountain again, with a hint of anger on his face.
sneer.
After Ling Jing saw off Master Dingyi and Mo Da, he turned around and walked into a fork in the road, heading straight northeast out of Lixu and arriving at a canyon surrounded by mountains.
"We should be almost there." Ling Jing remained silent, then suddenly stepped forward and flew up to a hill several feet high at the edge of the valley.
He looked around the valley. It was very quiet. Except for the screams of some wild beasts and insects, there was no sound of any human beings, and not a single human figure could be seen.
Ling Jing frowned slightly, then exhaled a breath of turbid air and began to close his eyes to rest.
After about a while of drinking tea, a large number of footsteps suddenly came from the entrance to the southeast of the valley. Ling Jing turned his head to look there and suddenly opened his eyes.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and a long dragon-like team was seen, slowly approaching the valley with dots of torches.
As the team was approaching, a graceful figure suddenly flew out from the front. She jumped up into the air, suddenly pulled out a soft whip from her waist, and twisted and pulled the rocks on the side of the mountain.
Jing's side.
"Brother, I'm not late, am I?" the woman said to Ling Jing with a sweet smile.
Ling Jing shook his head and said with a smile: "No, Sister Lan was the first one to come over to meet me." That day, he and Ji Wushi and others discussed for a night. In order to prevent the righteous people from plotting and ambush, they organized a plan.
As zero, the team was divided into several groups, led by Zhuxu, Lan Fenghuang, Huang Boliu, Mobei Shuangxiong and others. Later, people from the local gang Shenwu Gang were sent to explore the terrain and news first, and finally determined where
Meet here.
As for the large group of people led by Ji Wushi, because he had informed them in advance of the location of the secret passage of the Shaolin Temple, they were left as bait.
"They are coming soon, right? Little brother, when are we going to attack the Shaolin Temple?" A murderous look suddenly appeared on Lan Fenghuang's pretty face.
"There's no rush, let's wait until our troops are all here."
An hour later, Zhu Xu, Huang Boliu and others arrived at the valley one after another. As they approached, everyone obediently ordered their men to extinguish all the torches. After waiting for a while, Ji Wu Shi also brought the last wave of people into the valley.
At that time, there was a vast valley full of leftist troops, numbering in the tens of thousands.
"Young Master, I am fortunate to have lived up to my command." Ji Wushi held the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" in his hand, walked up to Ling Jing, and bowed.
"Haha, thank you for your hard work, Brother Ji." Ling Jing took over his sword and was about to say something, but suddenly he felt a strange movement coming from his dantian, and his face changed slightly.
He paused for a moment, a strange blue light flashed in his eyes, and then he said nonchalantly: "Brother Ji, have you brought down all the brothers who went up the mountain this time?"
"Yes, Young Master. I didn't harm anyone." Ji Wushi replied with a smile.
Ling Jing's eyes flashed, and then he glanced around Ji Wushi, Lan Fenghuang, Zhu Xu and others, and said in a deep voice: "Have you brought all the things I asked you to find?"
Everyone nodded, and Zhu Xu took something out of the bag on his back, brought it to his eyes, and said, "Sir, I borrowed five hundred of these strong bows, enough to make those people drink a pot."
Although he said he was "borrowing", everyone knew that these powerful bows and crossbows were controlled by the government. Where they came from was tacitly understood by everyone.
The rest of the people have also made some achievements. Lin Lin finally figured out that they have thousands of these powerful bows. No matter how skilled his opponent is in martial arts, he will never be able to make it easy if he shoots thousands of bows and arrows together.
"Okay, now that everyone is ready, let's surround the Shaolin Temple tonight!"
Everyone's face showed a hint of excitement. After all, the Shaolin sect has been famous in the martial arts for hundreds of years. It has always been the Beidou in the world, and no one dares to insult it. But now the young master wants to lead their ragtag group to besiege Shaolin. Such an earth-shattering event
Just thinking about it is a big event, and everyone can't help but feel excited.
"I will obey the order of the young master!" everyone replied in unison, their voices full of excitement.
...
In the dead of night, a light layer of mist has spread at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. The night wind carries a hint of dampness and coldness, blowing on the body, making people feel cold all over.
Ling Jing led his men to the entrance of the road up the mountain. The large group of people behind him were silent, and no one was seen lighting a torch. From a distance, it looked like a long black dragon.
"Brother Ji, let's act according to the plan." Ling Jing turned his head and suddenly whispered to Ji Wushi.
Ji Wushi nodded, and he and the Yellow River Patriarch each led a group of troops and walked into the dense forest on the left and right sides of the mountain road. The remaining people suddenly started to stir again, and thousands of big men holding strong bows walked behind Ling Jing.
"Let's set off too." Ling Jing took a deep breath and finally led everyone up the mountain road.
On the mountainside, a section of the mountain road is covered with hay and freshly turned soil. It looks quite unusual. However, it is very difficult to distinguish under the night. People who want to travel will not notice anything weird about the road under their feet.
.
In the dense forests on both sides, rows of crossbowmen were ambushing there, all martial arts practitioners wearing yellow robes and white scarves wrapped around their arms.
"Brother Zuo, is it too unusual for the silence in the Shaolin Temple to be so quiet?" In a dense forest, two figures of different heights were hidden in the darkness, and one of them asked aloud.
"Master Fang Zheng said that there is only one way down the mountain, and the wells in the temple have been blocked by us. In less than two days, they will naturally come down and fight us." Zuo Lengchan said calmly: "So Yue Zhang
Please be patient at the door."
Yue Buqun frowned and hesitated to speak, but looking at Zuo Lengchan's gloomy profile, he finally said no more.
The two stood quietly in the forest for a while. Suddenly, they heard a loud shout on the mountain road behind them, the sound was deafening. For a while, no one knew how many people came up the mountain.
Just for a moment, from the dense forest on both sides, the sound of dense golden blades piercing the air, shouts of killing, and the sounds of swords and soldiers striking each other were heard, mixed in with the screams.
Yue Buqun suddenly changed his expression and said in a deep voice: "Brother Zuo, it seems that these evil heretics are much smarter than we thought."
The muscles on Zuo Lengchan's face twitched slightly, and a white light flashed in his eyes. Then the white light turned strangely fiery red. For a while, the two colors kept intertwining in his eyes.
"Master Yue, please go and inform Master Fang Zheng, Taoist Chongxu and others first, saying that the thieves are cunning and have seen through our ambush, and let them prepare in advance." There was a hint of bone-chilling tone in Zuo Lengchan's voice.
Feeling the chill, he said coldly: "I want to go meet these evil heretics first!"
After saying that, he jumped up like a roc spreading its wings and rushed towards the place where the sound was the loudest.
Yue Buqun watched Zuo Lengchan's figure disappear, gave a cold sigh, and turned around.
At this moment, the lush jungles on both sides of the mountain road were already fighting. Ji Wushi and the Yellow River Patriarch used deliberate calculations to ambush the crossbowmen in the forest, and they were all leading the elite men and horses who went up the mountain this time.
A single confrontation resulted in heavy casualties to the other side.
Sharp arrows flew through the dense forest like raindrops, and corpses were everywhere. Among them were people from the Songshan Sect, and many were masters of heretical practices.
In a forest in the southeast corner, dozens of people were fighting fiercely. The crossbowmen of Songshan Sect had abandoned their powerful crossbows, pulled out their swords, and fought with dozens of big men in different clothes.
From time to time, someone was injured and fell to the ground. Screams and gunshots rang through the ears. Suddenly, a shout was heard from the darkness, and a tall black figure threw himself into the crowd, with a piece of white in his hand and body.
Fa Yi was so fast that those left-handed masters could almost only see an afterimage flashing before their eyes, and then several people were hit in the palms one after another, and their bodies were instantly covered with a layer of white ice crystals, and they collapsed to the ground.
The remaining Taoist masters all looked at each other in shock. They had never seen such a powerful ice palm technique. With a shout, they hurriedly ran deep into the woods.
"I want to run! Hey!" Zuo Lengchan sneered and pounced on him. His body skills were nearly half as fast as those of these left-handed masters. In a few blinks, he chased after him, using his palm skills to open and close.
, but the speed was astonishingly fast. Among the left-handed masters, when they turned around to attack, no one was his enemy.
"Bah bang bang!"
Several people were hit in the palm and fell to the ground. Their faces were all green and white, with ice crystals hidden on their faces. They looked particularly strange. (To be continued.)
