In the Heiyun Sect camp, it was very lively at this time as people were drinking and drinking.
Yun Lei happily raised the wine glass in his hand and gestured to Yan Kuan: "Haha, thank you, senior brother, for helping me get rid of the bad breath. The people of Dongxuan Sect are probably still struggling to resist the wolves. Sixteen silver wolves
King, it’s enough to cause more than half of their casualties. Senior Brother’s trick of borrowing a knife to kill people is too powerful. Tomorrow, we will kill all the people of Dongxuan Sect, and the spiritual beast inner elixir in their hands will become ours?”
Yun Lei let out a burst of wanton laughter.
Yan Kuan poured cold water on him: "It's not that easy. The number of wolves this time is too small. It won't cause them too many casualties. It is estimated that at most a few weak people will die. This is not enough. Tomorrow,
I will lead them to a larger wolf pack, and then it will be a good time for us to take action. We can easily kill them all without any bloodshed."
"Big brother is wise," a burst of compliments came from the camp.
Outside the camp, Meng Bufan's eyes almost burst into flames. He didn't expect the people from the Black Cloud Sect to be so vicious and wanted to wipe out everyone from the Dongxuan Sect.
Annoyed, Meng Bufan was not impulsive. He alone was no match for so many people from the Black Cloud Sect. Yan Kuan alone was enough for Meng Bufan to resist.
Since you are here to hide, I will retaliate in kind.
Meng Bufan restrained his breath and continued to lurk behind a big tree calmly.
A man hummed a tune, walked out of the camp drunkenly, and went outside to relieve himself.
Before he could unbutton his pants, he suddenly felt a cold sensation on his neck, and he died instantly without even letting out a scream.
Meng Bufan calmly wiped the blood from the green light sword on his body before throwing his body into a bush.
I don't know how long I waited, but Yunlei staggered over and there was a person behind him supporting him.
"Young Master, don't drink any more. I think you've almost finished drinking. It's getting late. Let's get some rest early," the man next to him suggested cautiously.
Yunlei answered inarticulately: "Zhang Tianxiao, don't spoil your mood. It's rare that I'm so happy today. It'll be fine if I drink a few more drinks."
While talking, the two people came to the big tree where Meng Bufan was hiding.
Meng Bufan flicked his fingertips, and the Divine Transformation Needle flew towards Yunlei's head silently.
Normally, Yunlei might be able to sense the danger, but now he is delirious and drunk. His reaction is much slower than usual.
The Divine Transformation Needle penetrated his head silently, and his soul was completely sucked in by the vortex at the tail of the Divine Transformation Needle.
Yun Lei didn't even make a sound and died instantly.
He lost control of his body and leaned towards Zhang Tianxiao beside him.
Zhang Tianxiao was completely unaware of what happened just now. He thought Yunlei leaned on him because he was so drunk. He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Young master, you are too difficult to take care of."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed a white light flashing in front of his eyes. In this dark night, that white light was so eye-catching.
Only then did he realize that something was wrong, and he opened his mouth to shout, but before he could fully open his mouth, the white light had already pierced his throat like lightning.
Zhang Tianxiao's eyes widened and he suddenly lost his breath.
Murder and cheating have always been linked together. Meng Bufan scraped everything off their bodies and peeled off the protective armor from Yun Lei. Then he took a step and returned to the Dongxuan Sect's camp in an instant.
"Xiao Jun, go out and take a look. Why hasn't the young sect master come back? When the young sect master comes back, let's finish the glass of wine and then disperse." Yan Kuan ordered one of the young men.
Even if there were ten or eight people missing from the banquet, Yan Kuan would not notice. But the young sect leader Yun Lei was different. He was the sect leader's only son and had a higher status than him in the Black Cloud Sect. Yun Lei only left the banquet for a while.
, Yan Kuan was a little worried.
The young man named Xiaojun ran out of the account in a hurry.
Suddenly, Xiao Jun's heartbreaking cry came from outside the account: "It's not good, the young sect leader and Zhang Tianxiao are dead."
With a few crisp sounds, several wine glasses fell to the ground. All of their faces turned pale in an instant.
Especially Yan Kuan, who is the team leader this time. Before leaving the sect this time, the sect leader Yun Heqian asked Wan Zhuituo to take good care of Yunlei. If Yunlei really died, they and others would not be able to survive.
Good result. The angry sect master might kill them all. Do they know how much the sect master dotes on his only son?
They quickly rushed out of the tent one by one.
Under a big tree, the bodies of Yun Lei and Zhang Tianxiao were lying on the ground, with Xiao Jun still crying standing next to them.
Yan Kuan pushed Xiao Jun away and squatted down to look at the pulses of Yun Lei and Zhang Tianxiao.
In an instant, Yan Kuan's face turned pale. He sat down on the ground and could no longer move.
It's over, the young sect leader is dead. When he returns to the sect, sect leader Yun He will never let him go.
Fortunately, the other deputy team leader had not lost his calm yet. He said anxiously: "Quickly count the number of people and see who is missing?"
After a while, a bitter voice sounded: "Xiao Liang is gone."
"Then let's search nearby and see if we can find a body." Soon, they found a body nearby.
At this time, all of them were a little scared. Who was it? They approached their camp silently and swiftly and swiftly dealt with the three people on their side. Even Yan Kuan didn't hear a single movement.
Warriors in the early stage of Martial Emperor and below should not even think about sneaking past Yan Kuan and getting close to their camp. Those currently on Ghost King Mountain are all disciples from various sects who participated in the competition. Only those who are stronger than Yan Kuan are like that.
Several people.
They couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. It couldn't be those people from the first-grade sect, right?
"It can't be those people from the first-grade sect, and we haven't offended them." Yan Kuan, whose face turned pale, was still sitting on the ground, muttering to himself.
Suddenly, he jumped up and shouted: "It was the people of Dongxuan Sect who did it. We have only made enemies with them recently."
The others looked at each other in confusion. They also knew the strength of the disciples of Dongxuan Sect. The highest cultivation levels were only two peaks of the late Wuzong. How could they approach the Black Cloud Sect's camp silently?
At this time, everyone except Yan Kuan believed that Yan Kuan was looking for a scapegoat to shirk responsibility.
However, they did not refute. After all, they were all in the same boat now. If they could not find a scapegoat, the sect leader Yunhe would not let them go.
This night, people like the Black Cloud Sect are destined to have no sleep tonight.