Chapter 322: Enemy

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

Seeing that he couldn't trick everyone, Liu Wenguan had no choice but to find an opportunity to send a message to Wu Wenlong and the others, asking them to 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 would be able to arrive here in time. By then, with so many people on their side, Song Qingming and the others would have no choice but to be captured.

Fortunately, Wei Tianhe had been on guard against him just now, and he didn't manage to trap them smoothly.

Looking at this Senior Brother Liu, who had once diligently guarded the sect for more than a hundred years, suddenly becoming the strange appearance he was now, Wei Tianhe, who was much younger than him, really couldn't understand it.

"Senior Brother Liu, the sect has treated you well, why do you want to commit such an act of betraying the sect!"

Facing Wei Tianhe's stern questioning, Liu Wenguan's face changed and he suddenly laughed loudly: "Treated me well, Junior Brother Wei, you are really too naive. I have worked for the sect all my life, but all the resources of the sect are controlled by those few Golden Core elders, and there is no share for us people."

These people are always high and mighty, and they only see the brothers and sisters in the sect who have good spiritual root talent on weekdays. Where would anyone care about the path of Dao of people like us? I have practiced hard all my life and finally reached the step of being able to form a Golden Core, but I can't get this opportunity.

Now that the Heaven Sea Alliance is willing to give me an opportunity to form a Golden Core, we have practiced all our lives, isn't it just to be able to attain the Dao and live forever? What could be wrong with me, Senior Brother!"

"Bah! Betraying the sect and still being able to speak so high-sounding, it's really shameless. Cultivating the Dao and living forever is originally an act against heaven. If you don't strive for it yourself and rely on others to give you an opportunity, what's the use? With your character, even if they give you this opportunity, you won't be able to form a Golden Core successfully. 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 personality, 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 join Senior Brother Wang and the others!"

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 were already slowly approaching here, knowing that their side didn't 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 immediately 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 definitely difficult for everyone to escape smoothly. They could only join hands to force back the traitor Liu Wenguan first, and then step on their flying swords together to escape here quickly. Although Wei Tianhe had the heart to kill this thief and earn merit, it was not the time now.

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

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

Looking at the crowd approaching from behind, he had no choice but to 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 escape speed for 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 went white. He was really unlucky this time. He only took out this item to save his life, but he didn't expect to be recognized so quickly. It seems 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 him suddenly stared at him, Song Qingming simply turned his sword light directly, adjusted the direction he was moving forward, changed an angle, and continued to walk east, trying to see if he could shake off a part of the tail first.

He and the three people in front had already widened a distance. In case he couldn't meet the reinforcements in time, he would definitely 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 had no choice but to 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 rely on themselves as much as possible.

"This person killed Junior Brother Lin, he is my life-and-death enemy, Sun. This person will be left to me, please don't come over to interfere later!" Seeing Song Qingming change direction alone, a big man with a round face who had been staring at Song Qingming earlier endured a vicious sentence and chose to chase after Song Qingming alone.

The Heaven Sea Alliance crowd heard the big man's words and didn't dare to say anything more, and they all consciously continued to move forward, and no one went to manage him and Song Qingming anymore.

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

Their master actually died accidentally outside very early. Later, Sun Jingya successfully established Foundation Establishment with his own strength and successfully supported his junior brother to become a Foundation Establishment cultivator. The feelings between the two of them for decades were exceptionally deep. Now that he knew that the one who killed the black-clad cultivator was 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 level of Foundation Establishment, and he was one of the top three Foundation Establishment experts among the dozens of people who had sneaked in this time. With him alone chasing Song Qingming, who was at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment, from the perspective of strength, it was indeed enough.

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

Song Qingming saw that there was only one person chasing him from behind, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed. The opponent had only one person. Even if he couldn't beat the opponent, the problem of wanting to run away should not be big.

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

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. Although it could only carry five or six cultivators at the same time, the speed of this flying boat was extremely fast, far exceeding the Wind-Riding Boots under Song Qingming's feet. Catching up to him was indeed a matter of time that would happen at any time.