Xu Gong's rebuke immediately made them calm down.
They lowered their heads, said nothing, turned and left silently, speeding up the efficiency of their slaughter.
But at this moment, a muffled thunder disrupted everyone's rhythm.
Xu Gongxun looked around and saw a dark green cloud above his head.
For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a little absent-minded.
"Strange, why can there be thunder in the clear sky?"
"And that dark green cloud, I always feel something fishy."
"Everyone, clean the battlefield immediately and remove all traces. It's time for us to withdraw!"
…
Uncle Liu, a middle-aged man, quickly found a shortcut to Yujiacun by virtue of his familiarity with the terrain.
A group of strong men followed him, rushing desperately towards Yujia Village.
At this moment, they wished they had two more legs.
Fortunately, the distance between Yujiacun and the shelter is not too far.
In just one cup of tea, they had already reached the outskirts of Yujia Village.
However, the middle-aged man at this moment made everyone stay quiet.
He pointed at Xu Gong and his group who were still committing murders not far away and said:
"Look carefully. Although this group of people is not large in number, each of them has extraordinary strength."
"If you are not careful during this trip, you will lose your life."
"So, do you still want to go?"
As soon as these words came out, these strong men hesitated.
In the Great Zhou Dynasty, even in the most backward places, people there still maintain enough respect for warriors.
After all, even the weakest warrior can fight one against ten.
But for any powerful warrior, it is almost difficult for ordinary people to cause harm to them.
This is also the reason why these strong men still hesitate to move forward even though they see the murderer in front of them.
After all, fighting and dying are two different concepts.
But even though they knew they were going to die, none of these strong men chose to back down.
After a brief hesitation, they all turned their attention to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man naturally knows what these subordinates are thinking.
At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh. It would be nice if Fangcai could give the saint more trust.
Although that girl Yan Bingyue is straightforward by nature, she has a bright mind and extremely talented martial arts.
Although she is still young now, she has already become one of the top three masters in the White Lotus Sect.
If she were here, the casualties of ordinary people during the rescue of Yujiacun would be greatly reduced.
But no matter what, she was left in the shelter to take care of Yang Dong...
Thinking of this, a trace of self-blame flashed in his eyes.
But at this moment, he heard a strong wind coming from his ears.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Bingyue, dressed in a white dress and looking like a fluttering fairy, appeared in front of everyone.
"Uncle Liu, the real murderer has appeared. Now you don't have to doubt Yang Dong, right?"
"Why don't we let him go to Yujiacun with me? He also wants to avenge those three hundred and twenty-four dead souls."
"this……"
A trace of hesitation flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.
It's not that he doesn't trust Yang Dong, but because the real culprits who are committing evil in Yujia Village are all warriors.
Yang Dong is an ordinary person with tender skin and tender meat. If he rushes forward, is it any different from dying?
Yan Bingyue saw the hesitation in Uncle Liu's eyes, her expression was slightly strange, and she whispered:
"Uncle Liu, don't worry, this guy is actually a fifth-grade martial artist...well, he is now a sixth-grade martial artist!"
"What did you say!?"
The middle-aged man trembled violently and stared at Yang Dong with wide eyes.
Sixth grade martial artist!
Its combat power can completely obliterate their army.
But this kid Yang Dong actually surrendered in front of him.
Did he do it on purpose, or did he have another agenda?
Suddenly, he thought of a possibility.
Yang Dong is the face of the saint, so he will naturally not harm the White Lotus sect.
But the situation at that time was completely incomprehensible.
Therefore, he decided to surrender and chose to calm down the anger of himself and others first.
And all he did was entirely because he didn't want to hurt them!
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man looked at Yang Dong and felt even more guilty.
He stood up and stepped forward, bowing to Yang Dong.
"Thank you little brother for being willing to help regardless of the past grievances."
"If my little brother hadn't been compassionate and took the initiative to surrender, I would have been kept in the dark about this matter."
"In this case, we will definitely miss the rescue of Yujiacun."
"My little brother is the benefactor of my White Lotus Sect and deserves to be worshiped by me, Liu Baoshu."
After saying that, he bowed deeply with a pious attitude.
When Yang Dong heard this, his expression was slightly startled.
Wait, what does he mean?
What does it mean for me to be compassionate and take the initiative to surrender?
I was clearly deceived by that old guy Hong Laoliu, thinking that there is a master among you.
When I found out later, Bingbing had already arrived.
That’s why I didn’t expose my cultivation...
However, this is not bad, at least it has gained the favor of the White Lotus Sect.
Thinking of this, he coughed lightly and pretended to be compassionate.
"Uncle Liu, there is no need to be like this. The relationship between Bingbing and I...ahem, we are all our own people."
"If anything happens, we'll talk about it when we get back."
"At this moment, we should go to Yujiacun first to lend a helping hand."
Yan Bingyue was convinced and nodded her head lightly.
Now with the help of Yang Dong, a sixth-grade martial artist, Liu Baoshu has greater confidence in his next actions.
After all, looking at the entire world, sixth-grade martial arts masters are considered masters.
Even in their White Lotus Sect, they can still be ranked in the top ten.
Great, old friends like me can save a few more lives.
He was slightly happy and immediately ordered:
"Everyone, immediately cooperate with the actions of the saint and the face-shou master."
"Group ten people, spread out and lurk around. Look for the right opportunity to attack!"
…
Yujiacun,
The killers headed by Xu Gong were now reunited.
In Yujia Village, most of the villagers survived.
This was something they didn't expect.
"Damn it, if this mission is not completed, none of you will have a good time!"
Xu Gongyin had a sullen face, pointed at the killer in front of him and yelled angrily.
"If this time, the home team can gain a lot, we can escape with luck. But if the home team also loses, then no one can save us."
"So I plan to leave immediately to meet with the home team. Do you have any opinions?"
The killers have not completed their mission, who dares to have an opinion?
They immediately lowered their heads to accept the order, but at this moment, a white shadow flashed like a ghost and hit Xu Gong's throat.
"Humph, what a small trick!"
Xu Gong snorted coldly and turned to one side to avoid Yan Bingyue's killing move.
A vicious look flashed in his eyes, which were firmly locked on Yan Bingyue.
"Little girl, with your strength, if you want to kill me, you still have some strength left!"
"If my prediction is correct, you should be..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a loud "bang" not far away.
The next moment, a killer fell into a pool of blood with question marks on his face.
"Hey! Take a stick from me, Old Yang!"
