Before the other brothers were ready, this brother opened his arms and pushed the six or seven people waiting there down the cliff.
And he himself also jumped down.
The man who pushed his brother off the cliff was none other than Zhao Jie, the master of the Nanyang branch.
The brothers in front didn't understand the situation yet, so Zhao Jie just pushed them down in desperation.
As soon as the brother at the front was pushed down, he was caught by the brother under the cliff who was already prepared with all his strength.
Zhao Jie was not so lucky. He could have jumped off the cliff when danger came, but he wasted the most precious time and used all his strength to push his brothers down first.
And he who was behind him almost fell down together with the roaring and boiling snow.
"Zhao Jie!"
Mo Zihan saw Zhao Jie and Xue mixing together and knew that something was wrong.
This avalanche can swallow up everything. As long as it is caught in it, no matter how deep your internal strength is or how good your martial arts are, you can't escape.
The moment Zhao Jie passed over her head and was about to be swept into the snow, Mo Zihan decisively threw out the sky silk and wrapped it around Zhao Jie's waist as quickly as possible.
Knowing what the outcome of his actions at this moment might be, Mo Zihan threw out the sky silk with his left hand and decisively cut off the rope connecting Yi Wuchen and Lengfeng around his waist.
Everyone started climbing in the morning. Except for Mo Zihan who asked him if he was feeling uncomfortable, he just answered indifferently. In fact, he had been paying attention to Mo Zihan's every move.
When Mo Zihan called out "Zhao Jie", Tuoli's heart sank with a thud.
"Han'er!"
Before Mo Zihan threw the sky silk at Zhao Jie, the voice of Tuoli came first.
However, at this moment, Mo Zihan could no longer stop, and she would not stop either.
"Take care of Tuoli!" This was the only sentence Mo Zihan told Yi Wuchen and Lengfeng before cutting off the rope.
Because when he finished saying this, Mo Zihan's body had been dragged away by Zhao Jie's flying body.
"Get her!"
After Tuoli called out "Han'er", Yi Wuchen and Lengfeng knew what Mo Zihan was going to do.
At the same time that Tuoli yelled "catch her", Yi Wuchen and Tuoli had already flown up and grabbed Mo Zihan's feet.
As soon as Mo Zihan was dragged down by Zhao Jie's body, someone pulled her ankles from behind.
The person holding on to Mo Zihan's ankle was Leng Feng, and behind Leng Feng was Yi Wuchen. Because their group was preparing to go up the valley, they were in the highest position.
When the brothers below saw this situation, they all desperately tried to pull each other's legs.
So one weighs the other and pulls the other.
Mo Zihan, who was originally pulled by Zhao Jie's body and was about to be sucked into the falling snowflakes, suddenly felt his body sinking and was suddenly dragged down.
Zhao Jie, who had entered the avalanche area, was also pulled out together.
Due to inertia, Zhao Jie and Mo Zihan were dragged out by everyone, and their bodies rushed straight into the cliff.
At the moment when life was in crisis, although no one had time to think about it, everyone understood it very well, and Zhao Jie understood it even more.
He was rolled in by the snow, and it was Mo Zihan who risked his life to save him.