Chapter 1706 Go to find Jiang Zhan Sect

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Weiheng, congratulations!"

"You guys are so lucky, it's so enviable."

Everyone knows that he is deliberately sarcastic and ridiculing Weiheng.

After all, the Golden Soul Temple and the mountain gate of Feixing Hall are not far apart, and the two sects have had friction before.

Although Feixing Hall only has one Taoist lord, it has never been at a disadvantage in the Golden Soul Temple, which has two Taoist lords.

But who would have thought that they had no winner when they had a direct confrontation before. But now on this front line, life and death were divided by drawing lots.

Weiheng gritted his teeth and ignored Yang Gong Daozun's ridicule.

Instead, he looked at the elder of Mingyatian on the high platform with grief and anger.

"The first three draws of lots in our Feixing Hall were all black! "

"Every time, we have disciples killed!"

"And this time, we drew a red card again, which is too much, right?"

Even if you want to operate in secret, even if you treat us as cannon fodder, you will occasionally give people some hope, right?

He clenched his fists tightly and said angrily: "Didn't this force us to death?"

“Bold!”

The elder's face darkened.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you saying that our Mingyatian is unfair in dealing with things and doing things secretly?"

"That's what he thinks, his heart is devastated!"

Yang Gong was still fanning the flames.

"Weiheng, you are so brave. You dare to question Mingyatian and be disrespectful to all Taoist saints!"

"What crime should you be guilty?"

"I don't!"

Weiheng Daozun is not stupid either. He knows that even if this is the truth, he cannot tell it clearly.

Because of this crime, I can't afford it.

He could only change the wording.

"I just think this task is too difficult."

"Our Feixing Hall has only more than 30 disciples, with weak people and weak power, and cannot bear such an important task..."

“There’s nothing to be afforded.”

The elder waved impatiently.

"The superiors will not dislike you for being incompetent, as long as you have to do your best, do you understand?"

"What's more, if you don't go, then who's the right one?"

"that is!"

Yang Gong Daozun was helping out again.

"Others can go to the red card if they draw, why can't you go to the Feixing Hall?"

"Are your disciples in Feixing Hall more expensive than others?"

Weiheng wished he could strangle him to death.

But in the end, he could only leave the camp with a red sign under the gaze of everyone, either sympathy or gladness.

Back in the immortal boat in Feixing Hall, the 35 second- and third-generation disciples who were waiting inside immediately surrounded him.

"Master, what's going on?"

"Master, what lottery did you draw this time?"

"We had all signed in the first three times, and six senior brothers died. It's our turn to draw a free sign this time, right?"

"Haha, according to common sense, it's our turn to rest in the camp."

Facing the expectant eyes, Weiheng Daozun suddenly didn't know how to speak.

Especially when facing the man and woman in the lead, he felt even more heartbroken.

Ye Ming and Ye Tang, the brother and sister, were accidentally encountered when he was traveling in a place of Taoism 30 billion years ago.

Until then, Weiheng had been venturing alone.

After meeting this pair of brothers and sisters who only had the Immortal King's realm, he inexplicably wanted to accept disciples.

Gradually, the later Feixingtang was founded.

Although it has not attracted people and increased the scale like most sects, every disciple here is like his nephews and younger generations.

Although the lowest cultivation among them is only the fifth level of the Emperor Realm.

The only two supreme emperors in the sect, Ye Ming and Ye Tang, have poured countless efforts into his efforts.

He could not imagine that one day they would die one after another in front of him.

However, there are some things that cannot be escaped even if you don't say them.

"We...are a red sign this time."

"What?"

"Red sign!"

"how so?"

Several disciples in the room seemed to have suddenly lost all their strength and sat on the ground.

"Oh my God, this is to let us die!"

"There are 20 of us who are not even a venerable, so we are sent to spy on the intelligence. Isn't this a joke?"

"Don't think about it. I signed the black sign three times in a row, and this time I signed the red sign again. Someone is deliberately targeting us!"

"It must have been encouraged by the Golden Soul Temple, after all, they know the Hall of Daosaint!"

"Yes, there are ten thousand ways they want to kill us..."

The disciples were angry and sad, and they could not accept this ending at all.

Ye Ming and Ye Tang performed much better than others.

After three seconds of shock and reluctance, I quickly calmed down.

Ye Ming said in a deep voice: "For the sake of the present, I can only think of a way to survive as much as possible!"

"It is not without tactics to go to the front line to spy on intelligence. We can consider passively executing orders and not approaching the camps in the Tiangong."

"it's useless."

Weiheng shook his head.

"After receiving the red sign, Mingyatian can also know our location at any time in the rear."

"Once the milling worker is discovered, he will be executed when he comes back."

Ye Tang pursed his lips and then lowered his voice.

"Then let's go to Xiaomang Domain."

"During the spy, leave this damn Mingzai Domain directly, as long as you enter there, you will have a way out!"

“This road doesn’t work either.”

Weiheng shook his head again.

"Mingyatian will chase us. By then, we will be killed before we reach Xiaomang Domain."

"If it weren't for this reason, I'd have taken you there long ago, so you should know..."

He sighed lightly and his eyes became firm.

"Forget it, I've been at this end of my life, so I can only count on that one."

After saying that, his eyes swept across every disciple present.

"Each of you left 35 hairs, or 35 drops of blood, and left them to others for custody."

"ah?"

The disciples expressed their confusion.

"Master, what does this mean?"
To be continued...