130 Wind and Clouds Surging Down

Xiao Mei heard someone ask Wang Fan about his life and death. He pondered for a moment and smiled gently, "He is not easy to die. Caidie is even more a ghost among people. Li Xiucai will be fine if she dies. As for Yuan Hong, who is like a conjoin-one baby with Wang Fan, the possibility of death is very small. On the contrary, the remaining Han Yi and others may be a little dangerous."

"Am I saying, Brother Wang Fan is my outer door legend. Why is it so easy to die?" Another person also came over with a smile and seemed to be very familiar with Xiao Mei.

"It is said that the last time the sect used my foreign disciples as bait and deliberately defeated me, so that I got a big victory later. This time, I actually want to repeat the old tricks. Even if there is a concentrate as a reward, I will never go. Although things are good, I have to enjoy my life. At worst, I find a place to hide. I don't believe they have time to chase me."

In the last raid on Feiyumen, Li Xiucai was appointed to come to the outer door to recruit people to fight back. Everyone actively participated, but in the end, only a few people came back, and they were all injured. At first, they thought that Feiyumen was very powerful and serious losses were inevitable.

But if you want anyone to know, unless you haven't done it, soon the news came out that the big defeat was designed by the elders, but to paralyze the Feiyu Gate, and the disciples of the outer door were just a bait. Just when the disciples of the outside gate were skeptical, then the news of the victory came. At this time, even the fools knew that there were tricks in it.

Many people scolded, and the disciples who returned from injuries cried bitterly. Then they left the pavilion together and vowed to withdraw from Lingxiao Pavilion forever in front of everyone.

Of course, the elders know about this, but the sect is unreasonable. Whoever is willing to show up and scold at this time will let them leave. As for whether they can resist the black hand, it depends on luck.

Several years have passed. Li Xiucai thought that everyone had already forgotten it. When he first received the task of mobilization, he was still full of confidence. He thought that it was just a few bottles of medium-sized spiritual liquid last time, which made everyone scramble to sign up. This time, the reward was concentrate, and it was also the object that the monks dreamed of. The people who signed up for the war did not break their heads.

But the people at the outside door looked at him coldly. No matter how much he said, no one talked to him.

"What can I do?" He rubbed his hands in a hurry. Although the cultivation of the disciples of the outer door was generally not high, he was better than the number of people recruited every year, and there were three or two "genius disciples" in that year, so there were many monks on the fifth and sixth levels of practice. When they gathered together, they were also a lot of strength.

However, as the saying goes, there are gains and losses. The outer door can't mobilize people, but the inner door signs up to participate in the war, but they are extremely popular. They are the beneficiaries of the last battle. This time, I heard that there is a concentrate reward, and they are afraid of falling behind, so they enthusiastically sign up.

The person in charge of the inner door is Lin Qinglang. Since he broke through the bottleneck and reached the middle of foundation, he has been complacent. Bai Hongtu, who used to compete with him for the heart of red sleeves, was convinced. He honestly took back Xiao Mei and said that he withdrew from the competition, but he was in a bad mood at this time.

"When is it not easy to attack the flying feather door raised by a dog, but my younger brother went there when he was there, which made him die. Poor!" He still doesn't know that Lin Li died at the hands of Wang Fan.

After secretly sad and painful for a while, he was furious again: "This big counterattack, I will lead the team in person. If I don't kill them, I will never stop." But just thinking about it, he has got the exact information that this raid on the mining area is Fang Wuji, one of the top ten golden elixir monks of Feiyumen.

Jindan monk, what kind of concept is that? It has the power to destroy the world. Old-fashioned early foundation-building monks like Jiang, even have no time to resist and are abolished. Although he is a mid-term foundation-building monk, he is also a small figure in the eyes of Jindan monks. As long as he is willing, Jin Brother Dan can pinch him to death with one finger.

"The soldiers are against the soldiers, the generals are against the generals. At that time, I will follow the elder Wu, look at the right time, and kill everywhere." He thought for a while and finally determined the strategy of the trip.

Although Elder Wu has a straightforward temper, his combat effectiveness is commendable. It is not unreasonable for Ling Yuntian to let him be the leader.

In addition to the outer door and the inner door, the Refinery Peak, the Refinery Peak and the Spirit Beast Peak are bustling with the final mobilization. Ling Yuntian is determined this time and must seriously hit the Feiyu Gate.

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Lingxiao Pavilion was full of the sound of preparation for war, and the Feiyu Gate was not idle.

Before deciding to raid the mining area, Feiyumen expected that Lingxiao Pavilion would not give up, so after Fang Wuji successfully destroyed the mining area and abolished Jiang Guan, he immediately sent another Jindan monk Lin Song to come secretly. In their opinion, there were two Jindan monks in the town, and safety could definitely be guaranteed.

Therefore, Fang Wuji is not worried about the safety of the mining area, but is worried about what his second brother can't do.

"I've been looking for it for so many days, but I haven't even found a figure. What a waste!" He pointed to the person kneeling in front of him and scolded: "My second brother's foundation-building monk was actually beaten to ashes. If this tone doesn't come out, what face does my Feiyumen have to call the three great cultivation giants of Daqin? It's all a bunch of wastes. I can't do this well!"

"Brother Fang, calm your anger, calm your anger!" An old man full of majesty but kind-hearted eyes sat on the head. He was Lin Song, another Jindan monk in Feiyumen: "Brother Fang is right. No matter who dares to deal with my disciples of Feiyumen, he should be a thousand knives, but now the most important thing is to deal with the counterattack of Lingxiao Pavilion. The matter of revenge can be discussed later. You Why don't you go down quickly?" After the first few words, he said and then told off several disciples who were scolded by Fang Wuji.

Those disciples exulted, looked at him gratefully, and trotted away.

"Well, the one who kills my brother must be a disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion. Dealing with them is also equivalent to revenge. How can I not know this truth?" Fang Wuji was very unhappy, but he couldn't stop giving Lin Song face, so he had to retort with a gloomy face and quite unhappy: "If Lingxiao Pavilion doesn't come this time, you can kill as much as you come."

"Hey hey, Brother Fang is right. This battle also depends on his great prestige." Lin Song's eyes flashed with unhappiness, but then he became happy: "But don't just kill them. It's not much better than hiring mortals to catch some prisoners as slaves to mine. The people my brother arrested a few days ago can bring us a lot of benefits. This is really a wise move."

Fang Wuji came to listen to the Songgu mining area and did two things this time. One is to abolish the cultivation of the river management, and the other is to capture prisoners to dig mines, but the cultivation of the abolition of the river management is just a hand, and he bullies the small, which is not a brilliant act, but captures prisoners to mine, which is a magic pen, which not only saves manpower, material resources and money. Li, there are more concentrates in Pingbai. Anyone who sees it will praise it as a "wise move".

Lin Song flattered him. How could he not be unhappy?

"Haha, what Brother Lin said is reasonable. At that time, we will only kill the foundation monks, and the qi monks will be used as slaves to dig concentrates."