In the valley, in a small wooden house, four people gathered in a circle and were discussing.
The host is a female magician wearing a red magic robe, who is Jacqueline, the current president of the Magic Guild.
On her left is a thin old man, Vice-President Shivar, and on the other side is another Vice-President, Flick.
The three of them have all reached the level of holy magicians. They are the most powerful beings in the entire magicians union, and they also have the right to speak here.
Opposite them was an old white man with white hair, a kind smile on his face, but a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes from time to time.
Jacqueline looked at the old white man and said: "Mr. Gulant, our plan is going very smoothly. I believe that it won't be long before the strong men from China will come here.
When the Magician Guild completely annihilates them, it will be the time for us to launch a massive attack on the East."
Gulant showed a bright smile: "The Magician's Guild has done an outstanding job. I am very honored to be your collaborator and friend."
Shivar seemed to be serious, with no expression on his face.
"Gurant, to reach this point, our Magicians Guild has to take great risks, and even pay the price with the lives of many magicians. I only hope that you can keep your promise by then."
"Don't worry, it's no problem. The most important thing we care about is credit."
Gurant slapped his chest loudly, "As long as we completely capture the East this time, we will have the final say on the entire earth from now on.
According to our previous commitments, we have the responsibility and obligation to build a thousand magic schools for you all over the world, so that the Magician's Guild will become the most powerful existence in the world."
It turns out that this guy is a representative of the military-industrial complex, and he has always been responsible for negotiating cooperation with the Magician Union.
"That's good!"
Jacqueline nodded with satisfaction. It has always been her dream to dominate the world.
There were more than a dozen people in a small bamboo building not far away. They were Situ Changkong and ten members of the Suzaku Team headed by Ding Meiqi.
There is also a beautiful woman in a white dress, Yun Qianxue from China Foreign Investment Group.
Although these people couldn't see any ropes on their bodies, they couldn't even move a finger.
The shackles of the wind of Western magic are like countless ropes tying everyone up.
Ding Meiqi tried to struggle countless times, but with her current strength, she was unable to break free from her restraints.
After another failed effort, he sighed and looked at Situ Changkong next to him.
"Sir Elder, do you think China will send someone to rescue us?"
Situ Changkong's eyes were slightly closed at first, but now they slowly opened.
With the help of Ye Bufan, his strength has now reached the peak of the Martial Saint, but he is also unable to break the magic on his body.
"I will definitely send someone, but I hope they don't come."
Situ Changkong frowned, "These people are powerful and quite weird. We have never seen them before.
I suspect they are using us as bait, and if China sends people here, it will be very dangerous, and there will be no return."
After he said this, Yun Qianxue looked guilty.
"I'm sorry everyone, it's all my fault. I was the bait. If it wasn't for me, I wouldn't have hurt everyone."
Situ Changkong shook his head: "What you said is wrong. The other party's target is China. As the descendants of China, we are bound to do it, regardless of you and me."
Yun Qianxue said nothing, but that handsome face appeared in her mind again.
Since she was last rescued, that face has been lingering for so many years, always with her in her dreams.
After returning to the imperial capital, she once inquired and found out what kind of existence the other party was. She, who had always been arrogant, felt ashamed of herself.
Because of this, I have been thinking about him silently in my heart for so many years without daring to express anything.
After a brief silence, Ding Meiqi said: "Sir Elder, isn't there a Tiangong behind our Xuanyuan Pavilion? We should be able to deal with these people in front of us."
"Hard to say."
Situ Changkong was really unsure in his heart. With his strength, he couldn't even take a single move in front of other people's magic, so he became a prisoner.
He didn't know if Lin Zhentian came in person, who would be stronger or weaker.
Ding Meiqi sighed again: "It would be great if Brother Ye was here, I would definitely catch all these bastards."
Situ Changkong said: "That bastard can definitely do it, but I don't know where he went and kidnapped my granddaughter."
Hearing two people mention Ye Bufan, Yun Qianxue raised her head and looked up at the starry sky outside.
"You became my hero last time, will you do it again this time? How should I face it if I see you again?"
At this moment, Ye Bufan's voice echoed throughout the valley.
The dozen or so people in the bamboo building all trembled, first in shock, then with faces full of ecstasy.
Ding Meiqi shouted excitedly: "It's Brother Ye, he's really here to save us!"
Situ Changkong laughed outright: "This little bastard is still reliable at critical moments, and he is finally back!"
Yun Qianxue was also filled with joy, but at the same time she was also complaining to God.
Since there is no fate, why do you always let him appear in your life? Sure enough, fate plays tricks on people.
Inside the wooden house, Jacqueline's expression changed: "The strong men from China are coming faster than I expected."
They set up a trap here in order to lure the strong men from China to take the bait, so they walked out of the cabin without any panic and with smiles on their faces.
Outside, dozens of magicians, large and small, had gathered at this moment. Under the leadership of Jacqueline, they came together to Ye Bufan and others.
Flick looked arrogant: "Chinese people, it's still too late to kneel down and surrender. I can save your life!"
Ye Bufan said calmly: "Let my people go now, and I can keep your whole body."
Although this valley was somewhat special, his spiritual consciousness still penetrated all obstacles and clearly saw Situ Changkong and others.
Seeing that everyone was safe and sound, my heart finally returned to my stomach.
But after he said this, Jacqueline and the others burst into laughter.
A magician next to him shouted arrogantly: "Arrogant Chinese people, I really don't know who gave you the courage to speak like this to a great magician."
As soon as he said these words, Dark Moon silently swept past his neck, his head flew up high, and his body fell to the ground.
At this time, everyone's laughter stopped suddenly, and a flash of fear flashed in their eyes, obviously frightened by Ye Bufan's methods.
Then these people chanted spells one after another and formed a magic shield in front of themselves.
Although they are great magicians, their bodies are not much stronger than ordinary people. What they fear most is sneak attacks.
With the shield to protect themselves, these people feel much more stable.
"The damn Chinese dare to offend the noble magician. You will pay the price now."
A thin magician stepped out and finished reciting the spell.
With a wave of his hand, countless spikes roared out from the ground and shot directly at Ye Bufan and the others.
