After Hou Xiaowu returned to Qizhen Pavilion, he began to rest silently and waited for the result.

A cultivator of his level could not hear the movements from the Ling Sect.

What's more, after Lingzong learned the information he provided, if he decided to take action, it would be impossible for the spies from Qizhen Pavilion to hear it, and there would be no news of the wind coming into his ears.

Hou Xiaowu simply took a break, which was also a kind of accepting his fate. After all, he had done everything he should do, and he had no turning back. Whether he was a life or a death depends on the meeting tomorrow night.

Soon, the next day came. Hou Xiaowu was absent-mindedly performing his duties with a nervous and suspended heart. He returned to his residence early in the evening and locked himself in a secret room. His heart was suspended and unfinished. Out of his desire to live, Hou Xiaowu couldn't help but want to prepare something before seeing the truth, as if after doing so, his heart would be more at ease.

Hou Xiaowu took out all the treasures he stuffed into the storage ring and storage bag last time and piled them in the storage area behind the residence. He then selected a few of them, plus small items traded from other acquaintances during the day, such as a bullet barrel containing poisonous smoke, a fairy liquid that can suddenly cause the monk to fall into a illusion, etc.

Hou Xiaowu knew that these methods were used to deal with a Nascent Soul monk, but he was trying hard to do this until he thought he had prepared all the methods he could think of. Hou Xiaowu still felt very panicked and had not settled down.

But time will not wait for anyone. No matter how much he wants to stop time, it is best not to have the hour of the hour come, but the sky still turns dark. When he walked from the storage area to the area in front of his residence, he found through the window that lights were on in the nearby buildings.

It was completely dark, and there was only one hour left when the time ions were ionized.

Hou Xiaowu was sitting in the same place like wood, his head seemed to stop running. It took an hour and a half before Hou Xiaowu "wakes up", sighs, and walks outside to himself.

"I'm afraid of you! There's no way to go back. What else am I afraid of? I have to wait for that Zhenren Wang to be unlucky!"

"Yes, I don't have to be afraid at all. The news has been released. With the power of the Ling Sect, it is impossible for him to run away!"

"As long as he is caught by the people of the Lingzong, even if he is not killed, he will definitely not be able to return to Qizhen Pavilion. I will be able to rest assured in the future."

Hou Xiaowu cheered for himself, as if he had finally overcome his fear and anxiety.

After walking out of his residence and walking in the Qizhen Pavilion General Pavilion, Hou Xiaowu felt that he really had a sense of courage that was not afraid of death. However, when Hou Xiaowu walked out of Qizhen Pavilion and came outside, the atmosphere he felt was completely different from that inside the sect. He could not see the Qizhen Pavilion monks walking everywhere outside. He felt that he suddenly lost his sense of security and panicked for no reason.

"Damn it, damn it! Why am I so afraid of him!"

Hou Xiaowu beat his head, trying hard to recover his mind and drive his fear out of his mind.

But he found that he couldn't do it at all. At this moment, his mind was full of nervousness and uneasiness. He couldn't help but wonder what if the plan failed? What would he do if that Zhenren Wang successfully escaped the roundup and returned to Qizhen Pavilion?

Only then did Hou Xiaowu realize that there was really sufficient reason for directly excluding the method he had implemented at the beginning.

At that time, he was sober that the move to kill people through Lingzong borrowing a knife would be resolutely not to use it if he could not use it. This move was too dangerous and would leave him without a place to die.

So after he implemented this move three days ago, he was restless for three days. In fact, it was very normal. After all, he could not ignore the terrifying influence of the "Zhengren Wang".

Now that’s the matter, it’s useless to regret it any longer, so I can only pray.

"I hope God can really stand on my side this time."

Hou Xiaowu prayed silently and continued to move forward from the side door of Qizhen Pavilion. After entering the forest, he put a black cloth on his head, and only his eyes and nose were exposed on his face. In addition, his black clothes and black pants were all over his body, and he was now integrated into the dark forest.

Hou Xiaowu also completely restrained his breath and his magic power was also blocked, walking in the mountains and forests like an ordinary person.

He did not walk directly towards Linglong Market, but went to a mountain near Linglong Market.

Iron Shishi was still nearly half an hour, and when he arrived at the top of the mountain, Iron Shishi had only half a stick of incense. Looking forward from him, you could see the two rows of small houses in Linglong Market, but they were not clear at all. You could only see some outlines under the moonlight.

But it doesn't matter. For him, it's very far from Linglong Market, which is enough.

Because the distance is far enough, there is no need to worry about being affected. Later, the strong Lingzong and the "Zhengren Wang" will fight in Linglong Market. The fight will not be small, and he can see it here.

The reason why he came here was that he had to see him was at ease. He had to see that "Zhengren Wang" was captured or killed by a cultivator of the Ling Sect so that he could truly feel relieved.

He watched the fire from the other side of the river, and he would not have anything to do. If he found out that "Zhengren Wang" had escaped, he could escape as soon as possible and would never return to Qizhen Pavilion. Even if he would be chased by the other party afterwards, he could only do so.

"It's almost midnight. As the person always arrives at Linglong Market a little bit in advance every time, the person should have just arrived at Linglong Market."

Hou Xiaowu said in his heart, widening his eyes hard, trying to see clearly the movements in the blurred market outline.

He expected a big move of magic power collision, hoping to see that "Zhengren Wang" shot into the air in a hurry but was directly besieged and blocked by more than a dozen strong men of the Lingzong.

Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly felt an abnormal air fluctuation in the air ahead, but before he could react, he saw a black shadow swooping down from the sky, followed by a strong wind, and he knew nothing when he saw it dark.

The mountain wind is still blowing on the top of the peak.

Hou Xiaowu lay straight on the ground and fainted completely. It was impossible for him to wake up within a few hours.

The person who knocked Hou Xiaowu out did not stay at the top of the peak. He simply confirmed that Hou Xiaowu was knocked out and flew away from the top of the peak quietly.

The Linglong Market in the distance, the exit and entrance are located at the two locations,

However, a monk from Qizhen Pavilion guarded each. When patrolling and the market was not open at all, they were only responsible for doing things and did not think that accidents would happen in such places. After all, there are only two rows of small houses here now, and there is nothing valuable in each small house, only tables and chairs.

But these two monks had no idea that there were as many as eight Nascent Soul monks hiding around the market where they were patrolling!

Eight Nascent Soul Cultivators, six from Ling Sect, and two from the vassal forces of Ling Sect.

This is the territory of Qizhen Pavilion, which is very far from the headquarters of the Lingzong in Yezhou. Although six Nascent Soul cultivators were drawn from the Lingzong, the number was still insufficient, so two people were sent from the Lingzong vassal forces in the state.

A total of eight Nascent Soul monks were hiding around Linglong Market, with only one purpose, waiting for two people to appear.

Zi Shi had just arrived. According to what Guo Qunqi, the leader of Ling Sect, and they said, before Zi Shi came, two people would appear in the market, one of whom was a Nascent Soul monk, who was the target of their hunting in this operation.

In order to succeed in one fell swoop, the eight of them naturally adopted a scattered hiding method, divided into eight directions, covering the entire market with no blind spots. Once the target appears, no matter whether the target is at both ends of the market or in the middle, they will act at the same time, quickly closing the net towards the center like a net, and it is impossible for the target to escape.

After all, the eight Nascent Soul monks act together in a form of sneak attack, which will allow the target to deal with their powerful offensive without any defense. They can dominate the ground and the air. Except for the Nascent Soul who cannot defeat the target, it is definitely no problem to take down the target's physical body.

However, they waited and did not see two people outside the guards appear in Linglong Market.

The action plan they obtained is introduced. The target and the other person will agree to meet here at midnight. Even if that person is the person who reported the target and hides it to ensure safety, there is no reason for the target not to appear. After all, they were ambushed two hours in advance, and they have not moved until now. The breath has been completely converged, and their spiritual sense and magic power are in a state of being blocked. It is impossible to alarm the target by just observing the Linglong Market with the naked eye.

However, the goal is not to appear!

Half an hour later, something was wrong. But on the premise of confirming that they had no mistakes, they did not dare to move around, including releasing their spiritual sense to perceive the surroundings of the market, nor did they dare to do it.

Soon, another half an hour passed! There was still no movement in the market!

At this time, the head of the eight-person team finally couldn't help but start the action.

Ma Zhijian used his spiritual sense, and the spiritual sense suddenly exploded in all directions like a firework explosion, spreading directly to a range of ten miles. After roughly sensing that there were no suspicious Nascent Soul cultivators in this range, Ma Zhijian's spiritual sense began to shrink, increasing the sensitivity of perception. His spiritual sense continued to shrink to a range of one mile. It was almost impossible to miss the living person moving within this range. However, Ma Zhijian did not sense that someone was moving, or had physical movements, and even did not even feel the movement of exhaling and inhaling.
Chapter completed!