Chapter 162: Remember Beizhou Qianmingzong sent you
Even so, this was the first time he had encountered such an operation in so many years.
Seeing two giant Buddhas standing on each side on the left and right, behind them, the five sect disciples who were traveling with him were tied up and hung on the branches.
Below the five disciples, there are wooden cones standing upright. If they are dropped from above, the person will be impaled.
Mo Zhifan crossed his arms across his chest, looking at the man's unsteady and absent-minded appearance, and raised his hand to wave.
Suddenly a strong wind blew up, shaking several disciples hanging in the air.
The bright spikes in the ground made several people panic immediately, fearing that the strings tying them up would break.
"Senior Brother! Senior Brother He, save us!"
"Senior brother, help me..."
The disciples' calls for help kept coming. Standing in front of Yun Yanchu, He Lang raised his hand with a pale face and pointed his sword at Yun Yanchu.
"If you beat me, nothing will happen to your junior brother, and you will also get the token."
Seeing that he was already thinking about retreating before fighting, Yun Yanchu spoke up to remind him.
Upon hearing this, He Lang raised his eyes and looked at Yun Yanchu, his eyes still a little unsteady.
Xu had never encountered such a thing before and was really panicked.
"Do it." Yun Yanchu's hand turned and transformed into two swords, one long and one short.
I don't know if Yun Yanchu's urging had an effect. When Yun Yanchu made a battle-ready posture, He Langhu strode forward, using his skills under his feet and slashing with his sword.
Yun Yanchu's eyes brightened slightly, then he clenched the sword in his hand and faced him.
The two sides collided in mid-air, and there was a loud bang. The two long swords collided hard, and fierce sparks burst out.
The sword light flashed and the sword energy intertwined.
The sound of two sharp swords striking each other resounded loudly, and then several more attacks rained down on each other.
Yun Yanchu and He Lang fought for a few rounds and figured out He Lang's moves, and there was no resistance when attacking.
He Lang seemed to be aware of this, and was secretly surprised by Yun Yanchu's observation ability.
He immediately changed his offensive, becoming even more powerful and domineering than before, forcing Yun Yanchu to take a few steps back.
Avoiding a slash, Yun Yanchu flipped over and landed firmly on the ground, with the long sword in front and the dagger behind.
Seeing that the man took this opportunity to strike again, Yun Yanchu gathered the momentum around his body into his feet with a thought, and used the force of the recoil to jump into the air to avoid He Lang's sweep.
However, just when He Lang was about to withdraw his weapon, Yun Yanchu had already taken advantage of the situation and swung his sword towards the opponent's right arm.
He Lang obviously didn't expect Yun Yanchu to react so quickly, so he was forced to put away his sword to block, kicked back with his left foot, and used the force to jump to the side.
Although he dodged very quickly, the hem of his clothes was still inevitably cut off by Yun Yanchu's sword.
A corner of his clothes fell down, He Lang glanced sideways, and his face turned a little pale.
When Yun Yan first saw this, he turned the long sword in his hand and pressed it against the man's neck.
The cold air suddenly approached, making He Lang's body stiffen.
A drop of cold sweat slid down his face. Yun Yanchu patted the man's neck with his sword side and said, "You lose."
A moderate slap made the disciple tremble.
Seeing that Yun Yanchu didn't kill him, he looked over with a bit of confusion.
"Being timid before fighting means you have lost from the beginning." Yun Yanchu looked at him and shook his head. Such a person is destined not to go very far on the road of spiritual practice.
Unless there is an opportunity in the future to be able to overcome this hurdle by myself.
He Lang was stunned for a moment, and saw Yun Yanchu retracting Qianbian's hand, turning around and walking towards the big tree, the hand holding the sword also dropped, with a look of defeat on his face.
When Yun Yanchu came over, Mo Zhifan put down his hand on his chest.
Seeing that Yun Yanchu didn't have enough fun in the fight, he said helplessly: "If I had known that this person was so useless, I wouldn't have wasted my time just now."
Yun Yanchu looked at being hung in mid-air because He Lang defeated the disciples who thought he was going to die.
All of them looked ashen, but when they saw Yun Yanchu approaching, they still looked over.
"Brother, please put them down."
Seeing their pale faces, Yun Yanchu secretly thought that they had gotten off to a bad start, and it was obvious that they had zero experience in committing crimes.
But the first time I tried to grab the token, I met Yun Yanchu, a person with a rather...unique style of doing things in this industry. It was unlucky.
When they heard Yun Yanchu's words, sparks of hope ignited in the eyes of several people who originally looked like they were at their mercy.
Mo Zhifan didn't want to kill these people at all, so he raised his hand and put away the long thorns below them.
Then he slightly swung his fingers forward, and the thin ropes binding several people broke automatically.
Several people fell heavily to the ground.
Ignoring the pain, they all ran in the direction of He Lang, away from Mo Zhifan and his party.
He Lang raised his hand and lightly touched the place where Yun Yanchu had just slapped him with his sword. The cold touch had long since dissipated.
I don't know if it was due to a psychological problem or something else, but the cold feeling just now never faded away.
He Lang lowered his hands, looked in the direction of Yun Yanchu and suddenly raised his hands to bow, "Thank you, girl."
Yun Yanchu looked at He Lang, curled his lips and said calmly: "No need to thank me, just be careful in your actions in the future. Other sects may not be as kind as us."
Jiang Jun's mouth twitched when he heard the word "good intention" in Yun Yanchu's words.
However, Yun Yanchu was telling the truth. If he had encountered some ruthless people, they would have been killed just before the robbery failed.
He Lang also understood this truth, nodded and said with gratitude: "Thank you for the tip, miss. I don't know which sect these guys are from."
"Beizhou Qianming Sect."
Yun Yanchu responded, and seeing that his attitude was good, he suddenly had an idea in his mind.
She turned sideways to look at Mo Zhifan and discussed with him in a low voice.
After a moment of conversation, Mo Zhifan thoughtfully took out a token from his sleeve and handed it to Yun Yanchu.
After taking the token, Yun Yanchu walked towards He Lang and the others.
She walked over, and several of the disciples who were sent back could not help but hide behind He Lang in fear.
Only He Lang stood still, his eyes following Yun Yanchu.
When Yun Yanchu walked up to them with the token in hand, He Lang asked with confusion: "Do you have something to say, girl?"
Yun Yanchu handed over the token in his hand and said: "My senior brothers and I discussed it and found that two tokens are useless to us, so I give this token to you."
He Lang was shocked by Yun Yanchu's words. He looked at the token handed to him and didn't dare to reach out to take it.
"Gu, girl, this is..."
He Lang was stammering and speechless. When Yun Yan first saw this, he put the token into He Lang's hand without saying anything.
"It's a good relationship."
"How can this be done? I waited until I had bad intentions before taking action. The girl is already doing a great favor by not killing us."
He Lang held the token in his hand like a hot potato.
Yun Yanchu chuckled lightly and said with bright eyes: "As long as you remember that Beizhou Qianming Sect gave it to you."