"Clan leader, there are a large number of casual cultivators gathered outside Weishan Mountain."
Deacon Lan came to Zhao Yongqi's residence and found Zhao Yongqi stopping outside, and immediately informed him of the situation.
Zhao Yongqi looked into the distance without looking back: "I saw it."
"See?"
Deacon Lan was confused. He followed Zhao Yongqi's gaze and his pupils shrank suddenly.
"Are these casual cultivators... going to rebel?"
I saw nearly a hundred flying magic weapons standing outside the defensive shield of the Fierce Eight Square Formation. Looking at the menace of those monks, their wolfish ambitions were undoubtedly revealed.
Such a big movement.
The Zhao family monks up and down Mount Wei soon noticed.
"What are these monks planning to do? Are they going to attack our Zhao family in broad daylight? Don't they know that our Zhao family is a ninth-grade family?"
"Look... Feng Banxi from Dongweishan. I've known for a long time that this woman is not a good person."
"There is also Bai Zhengyi, who is old and immortal. It is our Zhao family's fault for taking in their Bai clan members."
"..."
A moment.
Including the Fourth Elder and Zhao Chongxue, most of the monks who lived nearby also rushed to the vicinity of Zhao Yongqi.
"Clan leader, the great elder is not in Weishan, what should we do now?"
"We have the Fiery Eight Square Formation, they will definitely not be able to get in."
"There are so many monks, what should we do if they get invaded?"
"..."
Even though most people are relatively calm on the surface, the panic in their eyes is difficult to conceal. After all, there are hundreds of monks outside, and most of them are in the late stage of Qi training. Their overall quality is much higher than that of the Zhao family monks.
"Go to Weishan Palace."
Zhao Yongqi spoke concisely and to the point, with a flying talisman attached to his body, and immediately flew towards Weishan Palace.
Zhao Chongxue, the Fourth Elder and Zhao Chongming were all reminded by him. No matter how slow they were, they should have understood his hint at that moment. They followed Zhao Yongqi without any hesitation. The other clan members immediately caught up after seeing this.
...
"Deacon Feng, why isn't the clan leader here yet?"
Zhao Chongfeng's position was very close to the outside casual cultivators. The two sides were less than a hundred feet apart, looking at each other through the defensive shield of the Fiery Octagon Formation.
Except Zhao Chongfeng.
The other eight Zhao family monks were under great pressure.
After all, almost every monk on the opposite side has a higher level of cultivation than them.
"It should be coming soon."
Zhao Chongfeng looked back, wondering in his heart. The plan he and Feng Banxi discussed was to lure Zhao Yongqi here, and then capture Zhao Yongqi directly when the formation was broken.
Without a backbone, the Zhao family would definitely collapse.
"Dong——"
"..."
Just when he was wondering.
Suddenly, a loud and clear bell sounded from the top of Weishan Mountain. The sound of the bell lasted for a long time and spread all over Weishan Mountain.
"The bell is ringing. This requires all Zhao family monks to return to Weishan Palace immediately no matter what they do now."
Don’t use your hands to remind you.
Zhao Chongfeng also knew the meaning of the long ringing of the bell.
"Coward."
He cursed in his mind, but he didn't expect that the first step of his plan would go wrong. This was not a good omen.
"Deacon Feng, let's go back to Weishan Palace."
"Yes, the patriarch must have a way."
"..."
Listening to the urging of the people next to him, even if Zhao Chongfeng was reluctant, he had to say: "Let's go back."
Unless he directly exposes his identity as a traitor, he cannot disobey the instructions issued by His Highness Weishan at this stage.
when it is time to leave.
Zhao Chongfeng stamped his feet casually.
This is sending a message to Feng Banxi: The formation flag here has been destroyed and the attack can begin.
…
"Banxi, what's going on? Why did Zhao Chongfeng leave? The head of the Zhao family didn't show up either. This is different from what you said."
In the middle of casual cultivation.
There is a thin man wearing a yellow robe. If anyone observes carefully, they will find that there is no one else but Feng Banxi within a few feet of the man in the yellow robe.
"Senior Yuan, the leader of the Zhao family is still young, but he doesn't act according to common sense. Listening to the bells coming from Weishan Mountain, it seems to be calling all the Zhao family monks to return to Weishan Palace."
In front of this senior named Yuan.
Feng Banxi actually put away his flattery and showed a bit of dignity in contrast.
She has lived in Dongweishan for nearly three years and is often close to the monks of the Zhao family. Naturally, she knows something about the meaning of the bells of the Zhao family.
There was a pause.
She continued: "Zhao Chongfeng sent a signal before leaving. The formation flag in front has been destroyed. Now it is just an illusion. We can easily break through."
The thin man in yellow robe was silent for a moment.
He frowned and asked, "Our people saw the Zhao family's caravan passing by Xueling Peak with their own eyes, right?"
Xueling Peak is a peak thousands of miles away from Weishan Mountain, and it is also the final road for caravans to go to Qianzhong Alliance.
"That's right."
At this moment, the war is fierce and dangerous, and everyone is suppressing evil spirits in their hearts. Feng Banxi didn't dare to answer no, but she only heard the report from the spies at Xueling Peak, and she didn't go to see the specific situation in person.
The plan did not unfold smoothly.
The monk surnamed Yuan was still a little uneasy.
But the arrow has to be fired when it is on the string. Besides, there is no absolute safety in this kind of thing. With my foundation-building skills, I think that even if something happens, I should be able to escape.
This is the thought.
He no longer hesitated, looked ruthless, waved his hand and said: "Attack!"
Many casual cultivators were waiting for his words.
One after another, they sacrificed their own magical weapons.
next moment.
Nearly a hundred magic weapons gathered into a colorful torrent, attacking mightily towards the defensive shield formed by the eight-sided array of fire.
This kind of situation.
Even if the Fiery Octagon Formation is in its prime, I'm afraid it won't be able to withstand it for long, not to mention that it has been manipulated by Zhao Chongfeng.
The fiery red defensive cover only blocked the first few magic weapons.
The magic weapon behind could no longer be intercepted, and a large hole several feet long was torn open like paper.
"Haha! Brothers, grab his big dog!"
"Come on, rush it all for me!"
"There is a little girl in the Zhao family that I have been coveting for a long time. Don't let me snatch her away, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
"How long have you been thinking about women, robbing spiritual stones, robbing magic weapons, robbing elixirs, robbing treasures..."
"..."
The magic circle was blasted away so easily.
Except for the monks who knew the inside story, most of the casual cultivators didn't know the reason, so they were stunned for a moment.
But soon.
They realized that they no longer needed the command of the man surnamed Yuan, and burst out with great enthusiasm. They followed the big hole opened and rushed in one after another, shouting.
"Senior Yuan, what should we do now?"
Only some of the monks rushed into Weishan. The remaining half of the monks were much calmer and turned their attention to the man in yellow robe in the middle.
These remaining monks are the elite among the casual cultivators, and they want more. Especially since only the head of the Zhao family knows about the secret treasure, it is something they must obtain.
It’s a long story.
In fact, when the scattered cultivators blasted away the defensive cover of the Fiery Octagon Formation, Zhao Yongqi and others had just arrived at the Weishan Palace, and Zhao Chongfeng had just flown halfway up the mountain.
The bell to summon the monks of the Zhao family had already sounded when Zhao Yongqi set off.
