Elder Qian thought about it and thought it was reasonable, but he still asked: "There won't be any danger to the five people including Jin, right?"

"No," Wang Lun said, "As long as you five of you respond calmly, after Lu Ming arrives, the boxes buried underground will be bombed out in time according to the situation on the scene, and the task will be completed."

The specific details have been mentioned just now. With the agility of the five people, they will not easily mess up.

The five people nodded in unison, indicating that there was no problem.

Elder Zhao was still curious about something and asked: "Fellow Daoist Wang was sure that Wu Xin would send out from Huoyang to the Holy Yang Valley and stand up to declare that the fellow Daoist did not hide in the Holy Yang Valley?"

Naturally, he didn't know that Wu Xin was actually practicing in the Holy Yang Valley.

Wang Lun knew that, after all, Wang Lun searched Ling Ye’s soul and read the other party’s memories. There was a scene in his memory where Lu Ming, Ling Ye, Wu Xin and the four elders of the Huoyang Sect met in private in the Holy Yang Valley.

It’s just that Wang Lun didn’t tell the people in front of him.

"Yes, Wu Xin doesn't want to take the blame. He will stand up and declare before Lu Ming arrives." Wang Lun said confidently.

Now, according to the information provided by the Lingzong, Lu Ming was thousands of miles away. When he appeared in Dayuan City, Lu Ming would definitely come over quickly after receiving the message, but after all, it would take dozens of minutes or even an hour. Before that, the people chasing him would gather in a pile outside the Holy Yang Valley. In order to prove his innocence, Wu Xin would appear quickly without provoking Wanjianmen. Maybe he would even open the Huoyang Valley and let someone go in for inspection.

"We have no other problems." Elder Zhao said at last.

Wang Lun said: "You go to the city and stand by now. After the action, I will send you a message to Elder Zhao." He wanted these people to do things, so he naturally needed to establish a means of message with one of them.

The seven people quickly dispersed, set out from different directions, and began to enter the city.

Wang Lun took advantage of the darkness to come to the very outer area of ​​Huoyang Valley. With the help of earth-moving magic, he quietly approached Huoyang Valley underground, and showed his head several times in the middle to determine the exact location.

Finally, Wang Lun buried a wooden box that was easily broken down four or five meters deep underground. This place was on the side of Huoyang Valley. After Wu Xin proved his innocence, the pursuers would definitely search around Huoyang Valley for his whereabouts. At that time, the cultivators of the Lingzong would naturally take advantage of the chaos to bomb the box and let the things inside fly out.

After doing all this, it was still not dawn. Wang Lun returned from the same route and found a place to meditate and restore his magic power. When it was dawn, he entered Dayuan City and came to a place called Jiuyin Bridge in the city.

There is a morning market gathered here, and there are quite a few breakfast stalls.

Wang Lun first sent a message to Elder Zhao, informed him of the place and time to take action, and then came to an open-air stall with many customers and ordered a beef noodles.

Of course, the beef noodles were not delivered so quickly. Wang Lun chose a table where he sat alone. After a while, the noodles were delivered. After Wang Lun was halfway through, more customers had already arrived. After all, it was just the peak time for the guests to visit.

Several gangsters came over and saw that there was no empty seat in the good position. They saw that Wang Lun occupied one of the best positions, and there was only one person. The leader of the man walked up straight and knocked on the table.

"Pick the bowl and find another place to eat."

The big man said bluntly.

The diner in front of him, who looks like a forties, is dressed in simple clothes and has messy hair. He probably eats noodles after getting off the night shift. He will not misjudgment people. Such people are usually honest and unwilling to cause trouble.

Wang Lun originally planned to have some conflicts on his own initiative. After all, there were many people here, and he didn't expect that he would not have to act on his own. He just cooperated with him, so he lowered his head and ate the powder and muttered, "I won't go anywhere."

The gangster immediately swept out his palm and pushed out the bowl of beef noodles. Bang. Half of the bowl of flour fell to the ground, and the porcelain bowl was broken.

Wang Lun then raised his head and said coldly to the gangsters: "Buy a bowl of noodles, apologize, and then get out."

"Oh," the gangster laughed in anger, "I'm pretty crazy, I just don't know if you can handle it for a few moves or not."

Before he could finish his words, the man swung his arm round and smashed his fist hard at Wang Lun's cheek.

Wang Lun directly grabbed the other party's fist and pulled forward. The man's body was pulled over. His upper body fell down and he smashed him hard on the table. The table was smashed, and the man then fell to the ground and felt a lot of pain.

Seeing this, several other gangsters immediately took out the sticks and sharp knives they were carrying and surrounded them from different directions.

The ordinary diners around had fled in all directions, but a small number of people sat down and didn't move. The customers who visited this kind of noodle shop with good taste were not only ordinary people, but there were still one or two monks every day. Especially now, monks from various families are very active and are moving around. The frequency of monks staying in restaurants and eating is significantly higher than before.

Wang Lun had no expression on his face and directly sacrificed the Qianmie Ling Sword, holding the long sword with a black scabbard in his hand, and pulled it out with a "swish". The silver-white sword body shone brightly, and the sharp sword tip seemed to be able to penetrate the bodies of the gangsters from the air.

Several gangsters were frightened and stood there blankly, their eyes filled with horror.

Because this "middle-aged man" obviously sacrificed a long sword out of thin air, only monks could do this method! At best, they were amateur trainers, so how dare they provoke monks!

Seeing the opportunity, he fell to the ground with a plop, begging for mercy: "Good man, please spare me! Give me!"

The other people immediately knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy.

However, the eyes of several people fell on the silver-white long sword, thoughtful, and quickly shifted their gaze.

"Get out!" Wang Lun scolded coldly.

Several gangsters were as if they were granted a general amnesty and quickly ran away.

Wang Lun chose an empty table, ignored the others, put away his sword, and shouted behind him: "Boss, come another bowl of beef noodles." A ingot of silver was already on the table, enough to compensate the owner of the noodle shop for all the losses today.

The few people with thoughtful eyes quietly checked out and left, regardless of whether they had eaten the noodles or not.

Wang Lun actually noticed this change, just pretending not to see it.

After Wang Lun took a few bites, he saw strange faces coming quickly on the Jiuyin Bridge, under the bridge, and in other directions, with his eyes on him.

There were several gazes, still hidden not far away, with particularly sharp eyes, showing the strength of the master's cultivation.

Knowing that he had been "exposed", Wang Lun stood up calmly, suddenly cast a spell to fly up in the air, and flew towards the north gate.

Whoosh swish swish swish.

Dozens of figures rushed up and drove the flying magic weapon to chase after it.

Further away, several figures soared into the sky at a speed that was not as weak as Wang Lun's flight in the air.

There were originally many monks gathered in Dayuan City. In addition, Wang Lun deliberately waited for a few minutes, so the monks communicated very quickly, and they rushed over even faster

So when Wang Lun flew away, at least five Nascent Soul monks had arrived or were on the way to come.

Wang Lun flew quickly in the air in front. The weather was clear at this moment, and the monk chasing behind him had a good vision. You can see that Wang Lun was flying quickly with only the magical power of the Nascent Soul monk, and did not use that pair of black light wings.

The people chasing are naturally confused.

According to the information disclosed by Wanjianmen, Wang Lun will sway the black light wings when flying, especially when flying speed is required.

But now Wang Lun is not in a hurry. If he is in a hurry to escape, he will probably be able to use the black light wings to get rid of them.

At the forefront are two Nascent Soul cultivators, one is a monk in the Wanjian Sect's vassal sect, and the other is a monk in the Dayuan City Lord's Mansion.

The two of them have already sacrificed their flying magic weapons, and their speed is faster than Wang Lun, and the distance between them and Wang Lun is being rapidly reduced.

Just as the two were both confused and expecting to catch up with Wang Lun, they suddenly found that Wang Lun turned around directly in front of them and actually faced them, hovering in the air!

In front of Wang Lun, a black spear was slowly rotating. In addition, Wang Lun held a black hill in his hand, which was the mountain seal of the Holy Artifact Magic Bone.

When they saw Wang Lun's attitude, the two subconsciously slowed down, and finally stopped in the air fifty meters away from Wang Lun, with a serious expression.

They doubted whether they had entered Wang Lun's ambush circle, especially the one among the Wanjian Sect's vassal sect, fearing that they would end up with the same fate as Ling Ye.

The other monks following behind the two men were much slower, and suddenly they found that a few people from afar had stopped. Naturally, they were desperately trying to drive the flying magic weapon and chase forward, wanting to know what was going on.

In the air, Wang Lun hovered without moving, and did not speak, just waiting for others to come.

What Wang Lun didn't expect was that the two Nascent Soul monks on the opposite side did nothing, and seemed to be in a state of mind and hesitation.

After thinking about it for a moment, Wang Lun understood it. He suddenly stopped and sacrificed two more holy weapons. This made the two of them think that they had set a trap here.

Unexpectedly, I did not consider the old doubt array and achieved this effect.

At this moment, Wang Lun naturally continued to hold his troops and looked calm and composed.

The two men who fell into the eyes of fifty meters away on the opposite side, and they even looked at each other, but no one took the lead.

After three or four breaths, the other monks finally arrived. The monks who can control flying magic weapons have the lowest cultivation level and the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. Of course, these foundation establishing monks fell at the end, and they knew that they were playing soy sauce, just to see the fun.

Wang Lun glanced over and found that there were quite a few monks in Jiedan, more than forty!

Of course, there were two or three familiar faces, including Deacon Jin and others from Lingzong, but five people were not there.

Wang Lun knew that these five people would not be bad, so he glanced at him and finally landed on the two Nascent Soul monks in the front.

"It is best not to interfere with people who are not Wanjianmen. The Spinning Spear attacks, but no matter who the enemy is!"

Wang Lun shouted in a deep voice, and the speed of the spinning spear spinning in front of him suddenly accelerated. The spearhead was swallowing and spitting out black light, forming a black hole, as if it could swallow the courage of the monk out of thin air, causing the monk to lose his courage.
Chapter completed!