Mu Jingyu and Bi Yun mixed in the crowd and followed Gui Tong, running towards the east. The two looked back from time to time to see if Han Wenyuan and his son were following.
Of course they knew why Han Wenyuan wanted to keep the children of the Han family. If they were to find out, the two of them would have escaped from their golden cicada shells long ago and would definitely be looking for themselves.
It wasn't until Han Wenyuan and his son, Zhao Zhengming, Shi Jiang, Yi Hong and others caught up with them that they stopped worrying. At the same time, he also realized that the Han family and his son were not well received by the Jiuli tribe.
After leaving the camp, descendants of the Guilian clan and the Han family kept coming from the front, reporting on the specific movements of the eight sects. After the two took the opportunity to pass over the Gui Fang people in front, they finally fell far behind Gui Tong, Han Wenyuan and others, and eavesdropped on the conversation of several people.
Naturally, they didn't expect that Mu Jingyu and Bi Yun had escaped long ago and were following not far behind them. The conversation was so loud that it all fell into the ears of the two of them.
It turned out that Gui Tong and Han Wenyuan sent many people to monitor the situation along the way. After discovering the eight sects who came to support, Kuai Ma quickly reported back to Gui Tong and Han Wenyuan. And they had already made a plan to lead people to block the eight disciples in a valley three or four miles ahead.
This valley is located between two snow-capped mountains. It is not very spacious and can prevent the eight sects from charging with all their strength due to their large number of people. And it's surrounded by snow-capped mountains thousands of feet high, so there's no need to worry about them taking a detour.
Once those righteous disciples cannot threaten the disciples of the eight sects, they can also notify the high priest and Bei Pluto not far away and retreat to them in time to continue to block the siege of the eight sects.
As fewer and fewer spies came back to report, Gui Tong and Han Wenyuan led a large group of people and saw a valley in front of them from a distance. Mu Jingyu passed through the crowd and found that the team's marching speed had slowed down. He knew that this was the place where Han Wenyuan had arranged to stop the attack.
"Stop!" Gui Tong raised his arm, and all the tribesmen and Han family members behind him stopped.
Han Wenyuan looked at the entrance of the valley and said: "According to the reports from the spies ahead, the troops from the eight sects will appear in another quarter of an hour. Chief Guitong, how should we respond?"
Guitong said: "Of course we will act according to the plan. Just use those people as threats. If they don't comply, kill them one by one until they retreat."
Han Wenyuan glanced back behind him, frowned and said, "But... did Chief Guitong forget that those people were left in the camp? If he sends someone to bring them here temporarily, I'm afraid it will be too late."
Gui Tong smiled proudly and said: "Hahaha, what City Lord Han said, how could this clan leader not think of it? Don't worry, I have my own way."
Just when Han Wenyuan was confused about the meaning, Gui Tong had already offered up a bronze mirror. After a few tricks, the scene in the tent appeared in the bronze mirror.
I saw more than a hundred righteous disciples, still sleeping together in confusion. There were eight Gui Fang tribesmen standing around with long swords in their hands. Looking at their ferocious appearance, they could massacre these people at any time.
Guitong pointed to the picture in the bronze mirror and said: "City Master Han, please look at this mountain mirror of my clan leader, which can reflect the scenery hundreds of miles away. If the eight sects are unwilling to leave, my clan leader will do it in front of them." Kill them one by one."
Han Wenyuan understood why Gui Tong insisted on going his own way and refused to send anyone to guard him. If you bring them here together, it is inevitable that someone will be assigned to take care of them, and it is also necessary to prevent the disciples of the Eight Sects from trying to rescue them. But in the camp a few miles away, there is no such worry.
Han Wenyuan held up his palms and laughed loudly: "Wonderful, wonderful! Chief Guitong's plan is so thorough that Han is ashamed of himself."
But while he was praising Gui Tong, he kept scanning the situation in the tent from the corner of his eyes, looking for Mu Jingyu and Bi Yun. Han Wenyuan didn't care about the life or death of other people. Only Mu Jingyu and Bi Yun were the two people he cared about most.
Facing Han Wenyuan's praise, Gui Tong seemed extremely helpful and said proudly: "City Master Han, don't think that only the descendants of your Yan and Huang tribes are smart. I, the sons of the Jiuli tribe, are equally thoughtful."
"That's natural, that's natural." Han Wenyuan complimented a few words casually and looked back. But my heart gradually became uneasy, because through the observation just now, Mu Jingyu and Bi Yun were not found.
But then I thought about it, the scene reflected in the bronze mirror was only in the center of the tent, maybe the two people were thrown away somewhere else. I wanted to ask Han Yao, but I was afraid that Gui Tong would notice, so I could only hold back.
"The people from the eight sects are here, let's be ready to face the enemy." Gui Tong put away his proud look and looked in the direction of the entrance to the valley.
Mu Jingyu quietly pulled Bi Yun and looked towards the entrance of the valley together. It didn't take long for more than a thousand people to pour in. The person walking in front of them was none other than Master Liao Wu of Lingjue Temple. On the left and right sides were the two Dharma Kings of Yaoming Temple, Bi Yan and Zhu Yan, the scholar Qi Jue, Tai Er Zhenren, Nangong Jingqiu, and several Yaoming Temple and casual cultivators.
Behind these people stood Master Tongxuan, the master of Wujixuxu, Master Wuchen, the host of Mingzhao Temple of Emei Sect, Zhou Wenyi, the great disciple of Feilu Peak of Jiuhua Sect, Wanli Qingtian, the owner of Guiyun Villa, Wulong Zhen Lingzi, the master of the viewing hall, Song Feiyan, the leader of the eight flower-hunting envoys of Jinxiu Palace, and Sun Ninghua, the deputy chief of Lingxiao Pavilion.
Behind the leaders of the eight sects are Lei Changqing, the master of Lei Gongbao in the lower nine sects, Yun Jingtian, the master of the Yun family, Hua Mancheng, the master of the Zangfeng Valley, and even the remaining six who are much weaker. All nine sects and aristocratic families are present.
Not only Gui Tong and Han Wenyuan were secretly shocked when they saw it, but Mu Jingyu was also stunned when he saw it. Unexpectedly, this time, all the big and small forces in Kyushu would work together and come together! It seems that they are planning to eliminate the high priest and Bei Pluto outside the Jade Kun Palace.
However, while Mu Jingyu was frightened, he was also secretly worried. Now, Jade Kun Palace is surrounded inside, and after the battle of the eight sects passing through Yuxiaotai, the four leaders and more than a thousand disciples were escorted to Xihan Yuanzhou. All the righteous factions, who were already seriously injured, came out in full force. What if the high priest and North Pluto caught the opportunity and once again mobilized their troops for a sneak attack?
You must know that there are still many strong men in the hands of Jiuli Tribe and Bei Ping Wang, who did not follow them to besiege Yukun Palace and snatch Chiyou's magic axe. If we see various factions moving out in large numbers, wouldn't each faction be in danger?
However, this idea only came up for a moment before Mu Jingyu denied it. Thinking of his experience in Lingjue Temple, he knew that each faction was far from showing the strength he saw. Even many elders died in Jiuhua Mountain. There should be many elders left in the sect to prevent this kind of thing from happening again.
The small valley was filled to the brim with the influx of nearly a thousand people in an instant. Elder Liao Wu and others who were walking at the front saw Han Wenyuan and his son at a glance.
Before anyone could speak, Lei Changqing had already passed over the crowd, pointed at Han Wenyuan and scolded: "Han Wenyuan, I didn't expect that we didn't go to find you, but we sent you to your door first."
Elder Liao Wu and the others looked at each other without making a sound. Since Han Wenyuan led his people to block the valley, it was clear that he wanted to stop them. Why not let Lei Changqing ask a few questions to find out his details.
Han Wenyuan smiled and said: "The Lord of Thunder Castle still has a bad temper. Why would Han bring people here, can you not think of it?"
He really wanted to stop them. Everyone looked at the more than a hundred people beside Han Wenyuan, and all felt doubts. How can these people stop them? However, after what happened in Jiuhua Mountain, they all had a deep understanding of the scheming tactics of Han Wenyuan and his son. Since he dares to lead this few people, he must have something to rely on.
"Amitabha!" Elder Liao Wu clasped his palms together and advised in a deep voice: "City Lord Han, I know that you are considering the many sects in Xihan Yuanzhou before you join the Jiuli tribe. You and I both belong to the righteous path, what's the matter? The request should have been made early, and our sect will be satisfied by itself, so why do you want to rebel and surrender to the enemy? I advise you to return from the lost way, and don't..."
"Master, there is no need to waste any more words." Han Wenyuan interrupted with a sneer: "It is impossible to persuade me to make way for you to help Yukun Palace."
Master Tongxuan said: "Master, Han Wenyuan is ambitious, so you don't have to reason with him. I think they don't have many people. Let's rush over at one go and see who can stop him!"
Master Tongxuan had long been persuaded by Han Wenyuan, and for the sake of his position as the leader of the righteous path, he strongly advocated that disciples from various factions quietly rush to the outside of Jiuhua Mountain to surround and kill the Jiuli tribe and Bei Ping Wang.
Both sides have what they need, so there is no intention of alliance. Now that the goal has been achieved, of course I want to take the opportunity to get rid of Han Wenyuan and his son to prevent this matter from being exposed.
Although Han Wenyuan was smiling, there was a glint in his eyes, and he knew Master Tongxuan's plan.
"Master Tongxuanxu, if you think that Han is outmatched by the large number of people, then you are underestimating me."
Master Wuchen looked at Han Wenyuan coldly and said, "What? Could it be that your cultivation level, Han Wenyuan, has already broken through to the realm of immortality? With your own strength, can you stop us from doing anything again?"
Han Wenyuan laughed and said: "Master Miao Zan, Han's talent is weak, it is really not easy to cultivate to the innate realm. As for the realm of immortality, I don't even think about it."
The calmer Han Wenyuan became, the less everyone knew about his details. After some low-pitched discussion, we decided that no matter what conspiracy he had, we would kill him first and see what happened.
Gui Tong, who had been watching with a cold eye, discovered everyone's plan and said to Han Wenyuan: "City Master Han, stop talking nonsense to them. It's better to show the hostages. If they really come over and kill them regardless, we won't be able to resist them."
"good."
Guitong stretched out his hand and threw the bronze mirror, hanging it in front, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, wait a minute, you should take a look first and decide whether to take action."
As Guitong shouted loudly, the light and shadow in the bronze mirror slowly emerged, and the scene in the tent slowly emerged. Everyone didn't know what his purpose was, so they all stopped and looked into the bronze mirror.
Only a few members of the Gui Fang tribe were seen standing among them, and dozens of righteous disciples were lying on the ground. Just looking at their clothes, they are not disciples of the Upper or Lower Ninth Sect.
Elder Liao Wu's heart skipped a beat, and he finally understood why Han Wenyuan dared to stop them with just these few troops.
"City Master Han, what do you mean?" Master Tongxuan asked, pointing at the righteous disciple in the bronze mirror.
Han Wenyuan said: "Master Tongxuanxu, what does Han mean? Can you still not see it?"
Han Wenyuan's words confirmed their suspicions and they all stopped. Although these people are not their disciples, they all belong to the righteous path. If they really don't care about their lives and insist on killing them, if word comes out in the future, it will be a heavy blow to the reputation of each of their factions.
Lei Changqing stood up and said: "City Master Han, I advise you to let these people go immediately. If you have the ability, just fight with me, Lei Changqing, using these despicable methods, what kind of skills do you have!"
Han Wenyuan said with a smile: "Hahaha, the Lord of Thunder Castle is right, Han loves to use these despicable methods. Otherwise, how can he withstand your siege?"
Seeing Han Wenyuan's proud expression, everyone was at their wits' end. Nowadays, the situation in Yukun Palace is unknown and could be breached at any time, but they are restrained here and do not dare to rush in rashly.
Yun Jingtian, who had been silent for the whole time, said: "Everyone, I just saw it, and those righteous disciples looked strange. Could it be... that it was a cunning plot set up by Han Wenyuan, who deliberately used some disciples to pretend to be righteous disciples? Are the various factions deceiving us?”
Yun Jingtian's words reminded everyone. He was right, no one in the tent knew anyone. If Han Wenyuan knew that he could not stop him, it would indeed be possible to use some Han family disciples to pretend to be a diversion.
