Long Ziyun and Dongfang Yu looked at each other and thought for a long time. Finally, Dongfang Yu said: "Since everyone is hesitant, let's vote by a show of hands. I will go first. I agree with Senior Han's plan. Our foundation After all, it is not as good as Mu Xia Palace and Mu Tian Sect, and it cannot be easily consumed, so we can only fight quickly!" As he said that, he raised his right hand.
Long Ziyun nodded, raised his hand in agreement, and said, "Don't worry too much. Senior Han's strength is obvious to all. As long as he joins forces with Senior Murong, he will definitely not be afraid of the ancestors of those two sects. What's more, we have accumulated some connections in the main line before. As long as we stabilize our position in the main line and operate a little bit, we can completely let other middle-level sects intervene in Muxia Palace and Mutian Sect. They have no absolute control over the main line. If they have a good chance of winning, they dare not go to full-scale war with us, otherwise they will also become the targets of others!"
The two half-step psychic elders also raised their right hands. Among them, the half-step psychic from the Moyun Sect said with some emotion: "I, Fei Dongliu, am the most vivid example. The opportunities you can get from the main line are definitely not comparable to those from the branch lines. The next pill-forming monk or half-step psychic is very likely to be you!"
What he said was very touching, making everyone's eyes light up slightly, and one after another people raised their hands in agreement with Han Feng's plan.
After a while, more than 70% of the monks raised their hands. The remaining 30% hesitated for a while and then raised one of their hands. Finally, all of them raised their hands in agreement.
"Okay, now that everyone agrees and we are united, let's go down and get ready. I'll be here waiting for you to arrive!" Han Feng said with a smile and full of joy.
"Yes!" Everyone saluted and shouted in unison.
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After they all retreated, Han Feng stayed here alone, silently sorting the trophies collected previously. Of course, he mainly sorted out the storage rings of monks above the pill formation realm. After all, the storage rings or Qi of monks at the Guiyuan realm There were too many storage bags for Tibetan disciples. In fact, he didn't like them and planned to distribute them all to Long Ziyun and Dongfang Yu.
Next, he took out a few pills and drank them, then sat cross-legged on the ground and silently restored the three powers in his body.
In the previous battle, he also consumed a lot of mana, and not much physical and soul power, but he still had to restore them to their peak state, otherwise how would he win the next battle.
Time flew by, and three hours passed in the blink of an eye.
Hundreds of flying boats flew up on the Moyun Sect, with different lights, colorful and beautiful. There were a large number of monks gathered in them, ranging from the high-level people in the Danjie realm to those in the Qizang realm. Disciples, all of them are fully armed and have different expressions. Some are worried, some are excited, some are melancholy, and some are nervous.
"Senior Han, we are all ready and waiting for your order!" Long Ziyun and other senior officials flew down, and Long Ziyun saluted respectfully.
"It's not too late, let's go!" Han Feng opened his eyes and slowly stood up.
After saying this, he and the senior officials of the East Eight Branches flew onto the largest airship ahead. It was aqua blue and exuded a light that seemed to be non-existent, as if it was integrated with the sky.
Han Feng did not stay longer on the flying boat and went directly to the private room arranged for him by the Moyun Sect. It had everything you need and also had a practice room.
He dove into the practice room, continued to rest with his eyes closed, and concentrated on restoring his own state.
Long Ziyun and others also returned to their positions one after another, and the orders were passed down from top to bottom. Not long after, all the flying boats started and flew towards the Tianlong Valley in the direction of the main vein.
Hundreds of flying boats turned into streams of light and disappeared into the sky in an instant.
With lightning speed all the way, the elite army of the East Eight Branches quickly flew across thousands of miles, and from time to time they saw Muxia Palace and Mutian Sect disciples wandering around.
Naturally, they would not show mercy. Many monks from the Guiyuan level flew out and killed all these people.
In fact, Han Feng asked them to send so many elite disciples to attack the main line, firstly to recapture Tianlong Valley, and secondly to hunt down these enemies. Although so long time had passed, most of the other monks had escaped. Most of the people circulating here are just low-level people in the Qizang realm, but no matter what, these people cannot stay to avoid future troubles.
Not long after, they actually saw some remnants of the Guiyuan realm and even the pill-forming monks, and naturally they all killed them one by one.
After less than half an hour passed, their elite army finally arrived at the outer area of Tianlong Valley. Of course, it was still nearly ten thousand miles away from the real Tianlong Valley.
At this time, all the flying boats of the East Eight Branches were hovering over a mountain range, and they all turned on the hidden state, waiting for the arrival of the East Seven Branches.
Relatively speaking, the East Seven Branches are further away from Tianlong Valley, so it is natural for them to arrive here a step slower.
"Sect Master Long, should we send some spies to verify the actual situation first?" A great monk from the Moyun Sect who had successfully formed the elixir suggested.
"We should wait and see what happens. If we rush to arrange for spies to come over, it will be self-defeating and others will know that we are coming in advance." Long Ziyun shook his head gently and said slowly.
"Why haven't the East Seven Branches arrived yet? With such a large formation, even if we are in a latent state, there is no guarantee that we will not be discovered by the troops of Muxia Palace and Mutian Sect." The man nodded, and then changed the subject.
"It should be soon. Let's wait a little longer." Long Ziyun glanced at the man and said lightly.
The man quickly stopped talking and did not dare to say more. After all, that man was from the Dongqi branch.
Just as Long Ziyun said, it didn't take long before the men and horses from the East Seven Branches finally came over and came to their vicinity.
In comparison, the East Seventh Branch did not dispatch so many flying boats, only about a hundred ships. Naturally, the number of elites could not be compared with that of the East Eighth Branch.
But the person who headed the Eastern Seven Branches was a true spiritual monk. It was the incomparably beautiful Murong Xue. She was seen standing on the bow of a large boat, her white clothes were whiter than the snow, and her sword was full of intent.
Han Feng emerged immediately, flew away from the flying boat where he was, and faced Murong Xue.
After just a few flashes, he came to Murong Xue and took her hand. He didn't do anything drastic. He just whispered: "It's good that you come here. I haven't seen you for a few hours. It really makes me sad." Cut off!"
Murong Xue chuckled lightly and did not say anything. Instead, she looked at the large number of flying boats on the East Eight Branches and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "As expected, the East Eight Branches are much stronger than our East Seven Branches."
