Hui Wuxu tugged on the middle-aged Confucian scholar's clothes, and slowly slowed down his steps, gradually falling behind. Until he was far enough away from Hotan, he asked in a low voice, "Fang Han, what do you have to say?"
The Confucian scholar named Fang Han frowned at first, and then said, "Deputy Sect Master, it seems that the Yuexiu Clan is about to come, what are you going to do? You won't really kill all the Yuexiu Clan, right?" ?”
"Of course not! How can we, the Piaomiao Sect, do this kind of thing where relatives hate and enemies enjoy?" Hui Wuxu denied without even thinking about it. [Source of this book www>
"In that case, it's time to think of a way."
"you mean… "[
Fang Han pointed at Hotan, then made a cutting gesture, and whispered, "As long as we kill him, the Yuexiu clan will be safe."
Hui Wuxu pondered for a long time, then slowly shook his head and said, "Fang Han, don't you think there is something fishy about this matter? Han Geng is so cunning, how can he be so trusting of us when he lets us act alone?" "
Fang Han smiled and said, "There's nothing surprising about this. In Han Geng's eyes, the ten Yue Xiu Clan put together can't compare to one Jin Mang Sect. He deliberately pushed us away because he was afraid that we would snatch this from him." The biggest credit.”
"Is that so?" Hui Wuxu still felt that Fang Han thought of things too simply, but for a moment, he couldn't think of any other better explanation, and the worry and solemnity on his face did not diminish at all.
"Deputy sect master, we can't save the Jin Mang Sect. If we can't even save the Yuexiu Clan, then our operation will be considered a complete failure. Without further ado, please give the order to get rid of Hotan." Fang Han was eager. said.
There is some truth to what Fang Han said. If he continues to be indecisive, it is very likely that even the Yuexiu Clan will have to pay for it. Hui Wuxu was a little shaken, and looked at Wada who was running fast in front of him with a faint look.
"Okay! Get rid of Hotan first!" Hui Wuxu said decisively after struggling and conflicting.
Upon hearing this, Fang Han immediately tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword and said solemnly, "Don't worry, deputy sect master, it will be absolutely clean and tidy!" After that, he floated forward.
At this moment, a golden spiritual light flashed from a distance. Hui Wuxu's eyes flashed, and with a flick of the lightning in his right hand, he held the golden light in his hand. With a slight shake, a picture appeared. Message golden talisman.
"Wait a minute!" After seeing clearly that the golden talisman of the messenger was sent by Zhong Ying, Hui Wuxu's heart instinctively tightened, and he opened his mouth and drank Fang Han.
Under Fang Han's puzzled gaze, Hui Wuxu opened the golden messenger talisman. Although there are not many words on the golden talisman of the message, each word is like a sharp arrow, piercing back to Wuxu's heart. His face changed again and again, and in the end, his face turned gray-white.
Seeing Hui Wuxu's expression so ugly, Fang Han couldn't help but feel his heart in his throat. He hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Deputy Sect Leader, what happened?"
Hui Wuxu let out a long breath this time, stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and murmured, "It's a message from Zhongying. Fortunately, we didn't take action against Hotan, otherwise, the entire Piaomiao Sect would have been destroyed." It’s in our hands.”
Hui Wuxu spoke in such a serious tone that Fang Han's heart beat wildly. With doubts in his heart and confusion on his face, Na Na asked, "Deputy Sect Leader, what do you mean?"
Hui Wuxu shook his head and said in an extremely solemn voice, "Do you know why Han Geng proposed to divide the army into two groups?"
"Isn't it because he wants to get great credit alone?" Fang Han asked in surprise.
"Of course not! You underestimate Han Geng too much. The reason why he did this is because he set a huge trap for our Piaomiao Sect, and he was just waiting for us to get into it." Hui Wuxu took a long breath, An expression of lingering fear.