After figuring out the reason for this, Lu Hanjiang hesitated a little.
Although Wu Qiming made it clear that other people except Shangguan Shaoqin were not important at all, it seemed a little inappropriate if he killed his son on the front foot and then made friends with him on the back foot.
Kuai Baihu had just returned from the message. Lu Hanjiang was thinking. He didn't dare to disturb him. He had to turn to Qianhu Ying Wushang and respectfully asked for instructions: "Sir, the brothers are ready. I don't know when to start. ?”
Ying Wushang was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses. Fighting between snipe and clam has always been Jin Yiwei's specialty, especially since Xuantian Sect, from top to bottom, was on the court's blacklist, they took action. There is nothing to worry about.
But if the matter was so simple, there would be no need for Kuai Baihu to ask for instructions. Ying Wushang seemed to have guessed something, and he quickly asked: "How is the situation inside?"
Kuai Baihu replied: "Wen Chenyang is blocking the Xuantian Sect alone. Calculating our steps, the masters of the Shangguan family will be there in just one stick of incense. When the time comes, we will take action and we will definitely be able to make great achievements in the battle."
Facing masters like Thousand-faced Dharma King and Wen Chenyang, it is obviously uneconomical to ask the Jin Yiwei to sacrifice their lives, so Kuai Baihu's arrangement here is a crossbow and arrow formation hidden in the dark.
Once the two sides were in close combat and it was difficult to tell the difference between you and me, the Jin Yiwei would fish in troubled waters with a rain of arrows. Shooting each one to death counts, and there is no loss anyway.
And according to Kuai Baihu's estimation, when two tigers fight, one of them will be injured. No matter which one of Thousand-faced Dharma King and Wen Chenyang loses and they take advantage of them, it will be very cost-effective.
As for the people of the Shangguan family, let them die if they die. The Jinyiwei are encircling and suppressing the Xuantian Sect, the rebel bandit of the imperial court. It can only be considered bad luck for them to be involved in it.
At the end, Kuai Baihu added: "By the way, that young master Shangguan is young and promising. We didn't go out to find him. This guy secretly followed us. He is worthy of being the young master of the Shangguan family."
Kuai Baihu's smile made Ying Wushang's heart tighten. To Jin Yiwei, the son of a wealthy businessman was not worth mentioning at all, and his death would naturally be no big deal.
But he couldn't figure out Lu Hanjiang's thoughts now, so he had to wait in agony, because before coming to Dongdu, Wu Qiming had told him that it was best to keep the Shangguan family alive.
"It doesn't matter, Mr. Wu always has to give you face."
When Ying Wushang was extremely nervous, Lu Hanjiang finally relented. He turned around, threw the telescope to him, and strode away, leaving only a faint instruction: "Brothers, you can't come here in vain. I'll see you later." Let’s meet Shangguan’s friends.”
"Yes, I understand. Sir, please walk slowly."
Ying Wushang was granted amnesty, he breathed a sigh of relief and told Kuai Baihu beside him: "Let everyone slow down, wait until the winner is determined between the two sides, and then give Xuantian Sect a meeting gift."
"Yes." Kuai Baihu responded and stepped back.
Ying Wushang picked up his telescope and looked at the battle situation in the distance. When he saw it, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but murmured: "She is the one coming from Shangguan's house?"
Surrounded by the Xuantian Sect, Wen Chenyang became increasingly constrained. The Thousand-faced Dharma King's elusive fighting style had already consumed too much of his energy.
Now that he had spent most of his internal energy, he could not even figure out where the opponent's true body was. Even if he wanted to capture the thief and the king, the other "Thousand-Faced Dharma King" had no intention of engaging in battle.
A group of men in black were frantically consuming his internal energy with wheel battles. Wen Chenyang had calmed down from his initial anger. He knew that if this continued, he would be in danger.
Seeing this, the Thousand-faced Dharma King burst into laughter and said, "Wen Chenyang, I will ask you one last time, will you surrender?"
The Xuantian Sect had a huge advantage. Wen Chenyang couldn't see through his clone method at all, and he would be consumed by them sooner or later alone.
Moreover, the Thousand-faced Dharma King had already received a message from Gongsun Huan. Outside this high slope, there was a group of people watching with eager eyes. If his guess was correct, they were the men of the Jin Yiwei.
In other words, this Wen Chenyang will die if he advances, and he will die if he retreats. There is no way to survive at all. The Thousand-faced Dharma King knows this person's temperament very well, and opening his mouth to recruit him is just teasing him.
"Pooh!"
Wen Chenyang's body was in a wretched state, but his momentum was not weak at all. He said coldly: "Qianmian, why don't we give it a try, whether you will use these tricks to knock me down first, or whether I will kill these bastards of yours first! "
While shouting angrily, Wen Chenyang shook the four directions with his stick, stirring up waves of dust that were more than ten feet high and flooding all directions. The figures in black clothes flew into the air like hooded hoods, and more than ten people each drew out a sword and joined together at one point. The sword glow from top to bottom is as eye-catching as a gem.
Wen Chenyang faced him head-on, stabbed the sky with a stick, held the stick in his hand, and pushed it back and forth as if disturbing a pool of water. Dazzling circles of true energy rippled out, like waves suddenly appearing in a mirror lake, which suddenly confused people's eyes. It is also like a mountain plucked with strings, vibrating and deafening.
More than a dozen men in black were all shaken back, but before Wen Chenyang could take advantage of the victory to pursue him, a cloud of filthy air suddenly exploded behind him, like the Thousand-faced Dharma King growing out of the ground, and slapped his palm with a grin. Patted on his back.
"Damn it!"
Wen Chenyang looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood. His aura suddenly dropped several levels. He suppressed the churning energy in his body and pushed back the Thousand-faced Dharma King with a backhand stick.
"Haha, Wen Chenyang, you are about to die!"
The Thousand-faced Dharma King kept laughing, and immediately swayed left and right, turning into a ray of residual light in an instant, and a fierce palm wrapped in a black glove struck straight at the opponent's front door.
Wen Chenyang gritted his teeth and swung his stick to resist, but behind him, three more swordsmen drew their swords boldly. He was unable to distract himself and could only let out an angry roar of unwillingness.
In the lightning and stone fire, a beautiful figure flashed, and a blue sword energy penetrated the sapphire sword in his hand, causing the three swordsmen to lay dead on the spot.
"Who?" The Thousand-faced Dharma King frowned, and his palm power suddenly increased by three points, causing Wen Chenyang to vomit blood and retreat. He looked coldly at the woman wearing a veil and bamboo hat, and sneered: "Who are you? ?”
Wen Chenyang was vomiting blood and suddenly ran into a warm embrace. The woman's soft and boneless jade hands gently held his shoulders, and a wisp of fragrance entered his nose, giving him an absurd feeling of being at a loss.
"Sister-in-law, why is it you?"
This woman's name was Le Zhili, but people in the world usually called her in another way - Mrs. Shangguan. She was the wife of Shangguan Shaoqin, the head of the Shangguan family, the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River.
"Brother Wen, please stop talking and take this quickly."
Le Zhili put two pills into Wen Chenyang's mouth, and then asked him to meditate and recuperate, then stood up and pointed his sword at the Thousand-faced Dharma King.
"The Xuantian Sect is so brave, do you think my Shangguan family is easy to bully!" Le Zhili scolded sharply. At the same time, countless figures flashed around, all of them were martial arts masters trained by the Shangguan family.
The Thousand-faced Dharma King looked around and secretly thought of a pity. He sneered and cupped his hands: "It turns out that Madam Shangguan is in front of you. I am disrespectful. Since Madam has spoken, I will give you a face and withdraw today."
After the words fell, the Thousand-faced Dharma King and the swordsmen in black turned around and left without any hesitation.
Ying Wushang, who was in the distance, saw this scene and immediately said: "Let's do it."
"Your Majesty, do you want to stay a little longer?" Somewhat unexpectedly, Kuai Baihu made such a suggestion.
Ying Wushang cast a puzzled look and heard Kuai Baihu whisper: "I'm worried because I'm too close, I might accidentally hurt the 'friends' of the Shangguan family."
Ying Wushang frowned. At this distance, if it were a crossbow arrow, he could completely control it without causing any accidental damage. He was confident in Jin Yiwei's ability, but since Kuai Baihu said this, could it be...
Suddenly, Ying Wushang seemed to have thought of something. His expression changed and his eyes were fixed on Kuai Baihu, who nodded slightly towards him.
"So that's it. Kuai Baihu's concerns are valid, so just wait." Ying Wushang followed Shan Ruliu.
A moment later, the people of the Shangguan family on the high slope had not completely relaxed their vigilance. They heard a burst of explosions that shook the world and came from a few feet away. Suddenly, these people were struck by lightning and they all froze on the spot.
What followed was a terrifying wave of air, which made them defenseless. They were all thrown to the ground, looking really embarrassed.
(End of chapter)
