Nine Yang Sect.

Lu Chen stood with his hands behind his back, with a wry smile on his face.

"Sect Master, that Confucian Saint has gone to the Wu family. I am afraid that the next target is our Nine Yang Sect." An old man stood behind Lu Chen and sighed.

"I see."

"Sect Master, we have time to leave now."

"Let's go?" Lu Chen smiled bitterly, turned his face and looked at him, his eyes a little complicated, "Uncle, why not tell me where can I go now? Where am I going? Is that guy unable to find me?"

“…”

"Actually, it's okay. I think I can survive." Lu Chen said, "Although he is a Confucian saint, his literary spirit does not belong to him after all, so if he wants to kill me, he is still a little bit late. Moreover, when he solves the problem, the Wu family will almost be unable to hold on. Unless he can seize the last chance and take my life, I will be safe."

"Sect Master, I'm worried..."

"Uncle, in comparison, in fact, for me, there is no place safer than the Nine Yang Sect at this time. Don't forget that our Nine Yang Sect has a great formation." Speaking of this, a cold light also appeared in Lu Chen's eyes, "I won't go to find him, but the other party was aggressive and killed my guardian and envoy. Now I want to kill me, haha, do you really think I am easy to bully?"

The old man also sighed.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, the same is true.

The Nine Yang Sect has another big formation, and the remaining time should be enough for them to activate the big formation.

As long as there is a large formation, with the strength of this morning, it may not be impossible to survive.

The most important thing is...

What you need to do this morning is not to defeat the other party, but to delay time.

As long as you delay enough time, the opponent will naturally defeat you without any attack.

This is their biggest advantage now.

"uncle."

"Um?"

"You need to help me activate the formation of the Nine Yang Sect."

"Okay." The old man nodded without hesitation.

"When the formation is almost done, you can leave directly." Lu Chen said with a smile.

The old man frowned and shook his head.

"Uncle, if I really die in the Nine Yang Sect, the burden of avenging me will fall on your shoulders." Lu Chen said with a smile, "We can't be taken over by someone who borrows the power of others, right?"

The old man looked hesitant.

"That's it."

After saying that, Lu Chen turned around and returned to the room.

The old man stood there, thought for a long time, and sighed slowly.

"The way of heaven is unfair..."

Relatively speaking, he actually didn't hate Gao Ge very much.

In the final analysis, their Nine Yang Sect and Gao Ge are now in a state of hostility. If it were them, if they had the opportunity, they would naturally want to kill their opponent directly. Could it be that they would give the other party a chance to breathe and wait for the other party to kill themselves?

This is too unwise.

If he really saw Gao Ge now, perhaps the first thing he said was: If we exchange characters, I must let you know what cruelty is.

so.

What he curses in his heart now is Jin Yun.

If the Jin family hadn't had to provoke Gao Ge's brothers, the Jinluo would not have passed, and the Jinluo would not have passed, the Nine Yang Sect and Gao Ge would not have made enemies.

Let's talk about it.

Everything is the fault of gold.

Isn’t this something that has nothing to do?

What do you have to mess with others?

only.

It's too late to say this now.

All they can do is to try their best, rack their brains, and survive...

...

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

There were loud noises in the Wu family.

The middle-aged man in white clothes floating above the Wu family frowned and was already a little impatient.

Now, everyone except Wu Saishan has left.

Wu Saishan knew that the other party’s target was himself.

There is no way, except for the accident of the huge Wu family, who has entered the realm of ancient martial arts, it is impossible for others to cause any trouble to Gao Ge.

Therefore, as long as the Wu family members leave, Liu Zhongyi will never look for them.

Not only did Lu Chen capture Liu Zhongyi's weakness, but Wu Saishan also found it.

The other party’s time is very precious and will definitely not waste it on the small fish and shrimps of the Wu family.

As long as you can survive, it's enough.

"Wu Saishan, are you going to hide in the shell of this thousand-year-old black turtle and not come out?" Liu Zhongyi was already a little impatient.

He didn't expect that the Wu family would have such a treasure.

The turtle shell of a thousand-year-old black turtle.

Even if he mobilized the literary energy in his body and had a full blow, he could not directly smash it.

The literary spirit in the body is still passing by.

Although Wu Saishan felt that he was very frustrated now, he had no idea of ​​walking out of the turtle shell.

face?

What a joke.

If he wanted face so much, he might have died many years ago.

It is said that endurance is calm for a while.

That's it.

Those who are always thinking about endurance and become more angry the more they think about it, if they meet an opponent that cannot be defeated, their choice will definitely be the same as themselves. They will survive for the time being and fight back when they have the chance to.

If you really want to save face, rush out and fight with others, that is death.

What is better to die while standing than to live while kneeling.

Wu Saishan covered his ears and I didn’t listen, okay?

I'm so desperate that I can't live.

As long as you live, the Wu family will still have hope.

"Are you really that interesting to be a turtle with your head? " Liu Zhongyi sneered, mobilizing his literary spirit again.

"Broken to me!"

A red beam of light fell from the sky and fell on the shell of the thousand-year-old black turtle.

A loud explosion came, and even the turtle shell of the ten thousand-year-old black turtle was shattered in response to the sound.

This is their Wu family’s treasure, and it has been destroyed now.

Wu Saishan's body fell out directly.

Liu Zhongyi frowned.

The literary spirit in his body was less than 40%.

After thinking about it, he made a choice.

"Save your life, but your cultivation level in the true realm of ancient martial arts should fall."

"No! No!" Wu Saishan's eyes were filled with horror.

He had realized what the other party was going to do.

In an instant, a wisp of energy rushed into his body.

At this moment, his most intuitive feeling was that it seemed that ten thousand ants crawled over him.
To be continued...