Chapter 322: Enemy

The reason why Liu Wenguan had arranged for everyone to go to Fenggu Plain earlier seemed to be that he wanted to lead them into the opponent's trap. Fortunately, Wei Tianhe noticed a trace of something wrong in time and took the initiative to stand up and stop this matter.

Liu Wenguan saw that there was no way to deceive everyone, and there was no way, so he could only find a chance to send a message to Wu Wenlong and the others, letting them come directly to Huanglong Market to help kill Song Qingming and the others.

As long as Liu Wenguan could hold Song Qingming and the others for half a quarter of an hour, they could arrive here in time. By then, with so many people on their side, Song Qingming and the others would only be able to be captured without a fight.

Fortunately, Wei Tianhe had already been on guard against him just now, and did not let him successfully trap them.

Looking at this Liu Yu in front of him who had diligently guarded the sect for more than a hundred years, suddenly becoming the strange appearance he was now, Wei Tianhe, whose age was much different from his, was indeed somewhat unable to understand.

"Liu Yu, the sect treated you not thinly. Why do you want to do this kind of betrayal of the sect!"

Facing Wei Tianhe's stern questioning, Liu Wenguan's face changed and he suddenly laughed loudly: "Treated me not thinly? Junior Brother Wei, you are truly too naive. I have worked for the sect for a lifetime, but all the resources of the sect are controlled in the hands of those few Golden Core elders, and there is no share for us people.

These people are always high and mighty. On weekdays, they only see those senior and junior brothers in the sect who have good spiritual root talent. Where is there anyone who will care about the Dao path of us people? I have cultivated hard for a lifetime and finally reached the step of being able to form a Core, but I have not obtained this chance.

Now that the Heaven Sea Alliance is willing to give me a chance to form a Core, we have cultivated for a lifetime, isn't it just to be able to obtain the Dao and longevity? Senior Brother, what could be wrong with me having this!"

"Bah! Betraying the sect and still being able to speak so high-sounding, it is truly shameless. Cultivating the Dao and longevity is originally an act against heaven. If you don't strive for it yourself and rely on others to give you a chance, what is the use? With your character, even if they give you this chance, you will not be able to succeed in forming a Core. Fellow Daoist Wei, don't be deceived by his full mouth of crooked reasoning. This guy is just a cowardly and despicable villain."

Cao Rongxue, who had always had a relatively direct temperament, saw Liu Wenguan's disgusting appearance and the unkind words in her mouth soon blurted out.

"Fellow Daoists, the opponent has many people. Let's hurry east to meet up with Senior Brother Wang!"

Without Cao Rongxue speaking, Wei Tianhe also knew what kind of person the opponent was. Seeing that Wu Wenlong and the others in the distance had already slowly approached here, knowing that their side did not have so much time to waste with them, Wei Tianhe hurriedly reminded everyone to retreat first.

Seeing that Song Qingming and the others wanted to slip away, Liu Wenguan suddenly changed into a fierce face again and used the magic tool in his hand to attack everyone again.

With someone entangled like this, it was certainly very difficult for everyone to escape smoothly. They could only join hands first to force back the traitor Liu Wenguan before stepping on the flying sword together to flee here quickly. Although Wei Tianhe had the heart to want to kill this thief and distinguish himself, unfortunately, now was not the time.

Not long after the few people stepped on the flying sword, Wu Wenlong and the others had also arrived at Huanglong Market. Seeing that the cooked duck was about to fly, they hurriedly led the crowd to continue chasing after them.

Among Song Qingming and the few people, everyone just happened to have some means to increase their movement speed. Not long after running out, Song Qingming was left behind alone.

Looking at the crowd approaching more and more from behind, he could only grit his teeth and take out the Wind-Riding Boots he had just captured not long ago and put them on his feet, increasing his movement speed to save his life.

"This is Junior Brother Lin's Wind-Riding Boots. Senior Brother Sun, this guy is likely the murderer who killed Junior Brother Lin." A Heaven Sea Alliance cultivator saw the Wind-Riding Boots under Song Qingming's feet and hurriedly shouted at someone next to him.

Hearing this voice coming from behind, Song Qingming's eyes suddenly went white. He was truly unlucky this time. He had only taken out this item to save his life, but he did not expect to be recognized so quickly. It seemed that in the future, the captured spoils of war should not be easily taken out and used in front of the enemy.

Seeing that someone behind suddenly stared at him, Song Qingming simply turned the sword light directly, adjusted the direction he was moving forward, changed an angle, and continued to go east, trying to see if he could shake off a portion of the tail first.

He had already widened a distance from the three people in front. In case he did not meet the reinforcements in time, he would certainly be the first to be caught up by the opponent. In order not to let himself fall into a heavy encirclement all at once, Song Qingming could only use this bad strategy.

Although they had already sent a request for help to Green Ox Ridge before, it was really hard to say when the opponent would arrive here to support. In short, everyone still had to try their best to rely on themselves first.

"This person killed Lin Yutang, so he is my, Sun Jingya's, mortal enemy. Leave this person to me; I ask that everyone not come over to interfere later!" Seeing Song Qingming change direction alone, a round-faced man who had been staring at Song Qingming all along swallowed a vicious remark, then chose to pursue Song Qingming alone.

The Heaven Sea Alliance crowd heard the big man's words and did not dare to say anything more, and they all consciously continued to move forward, with no one else bothering about him and Song Qingming.

This round-faced big man was named Sun Jingya. He and the black-clad cultivator who had died in Song Qingming's hands earlier were fellow disciples under the same master.

Their master had actually died unexpectedly outside very early. Later, Sun Jingya relied on his own strength to succeed in Foundation Establishment and successfully supported his junior brother to become a Foundation Establishment cultivator. The deep feelings between the two of them for decades were abnormal. Now that he learned that the one who killed the black-clad cultivator was the Song Qingming in front of him, it could be seen that his anger was already somewhat difficult to control.

Sun Jingya's cultivation had already reached the ninth layer of Foundation Establishment. He was one of the top three Foundation Establishment experts among the dozens of people who had sneaked in this time. Having him chase after Song Qingming, who was at the sixth layer of Foundation Establishment, alone, from the perspective of strength, was indeed already enough.

In the eyes of these people, next, unless Sun Jingya finally failed to catch up to Song Qingming, Song Qingming's fate of death was absolutely already destined, and it was impossible for other unexpected situations to occur.

Song Qingming saw that there was only one person chasing after him behind him, and he could not help but be overjoyed in his heart. The opponent had only one person. Even if he could not defeat the opponent, he should not have much problem if he wanted to run.

After all, this was still the territory of the Lingyin Sect of the Lu State. The opponent was also considered to be deep behind enemy lines here. In case he encountered other Lingyin Sect cultivators along the way, if the opponent still dared to chase him and not let go, then don't blame him for not being polite.

Sun Jingya, who was chasing behind Song Qingming, although very angry in his heart, had not lost his reason. At this moment, he was stepping on a small flying boat under his feet. Although it could only carry five or six cultivators at the same time, this flying boat's speed was extremely fast, far exceeding the Wind-Riding Boots under Song Qingming's feet. Catching up to him was indeed something that would happen sooner or later.

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