The Young Lord of the Demon Sect of Jiuyou Sect

Chapter 307 Trap
"Then, Young Master Yi, what should we do now?"

"What should I do? I know what to do? It was agreed before, give them an extra night to let Zong Hui convince others. He has already persuaded and agreed to surrender this morning, but look at you, it's another fight The firewood is also prepared with poison, so how can others trust us? The Shaolin faction is determined not to obey us.”

Gongsun Mie and Sikong Mie said heartily, it is obvious that the young master is protecting them, but you still want to beat us here and accuse us.

"What now?"

"What should I do? Now I have discussed it with the old monk again. Although they still agree, they said that they should give them an hour to prepare. They also said that they don't believe us, and we don't understand if they surrender. They didn’t put down their weapons until they met the leader and got the leader’s personal promise of their safety, and then they put down their weapons and sincerely surrendered.”

Gongsun Mie and Sikong Mi looked at each other again, both knowing that Yan Wuxin had been talking for a long time, and this was the key point.

Gongsun Mie said decisively: "No, I gave them one night yesterday, so I can't wait any longer."

Yan Wuxin said angrily: "It was fine for me to come here, but now I am afraid that I have already detained the Shaolin faction to leave the mountain. Isn't it all because of you? One hour is too long, so how long do you think is appropriate?"

Gongsun Mie said: "Give them half an hour at most."

Yan Wuxin only planned to take half an hour, since Gongsun Mie said so, he went down the donkey and said, "Okay, half an hour is half an hour."

Yan Wuxin went back to Shaolin Temple again, Zong Hui saw Yan Wuxin left and came back, he said happily: "Young Master Yan, how is it?"

Yan Wudao: "It's done, I convinced them. I will give you another half an hour, and I also said that you can carry weapons until you arrive at Jiuyou Sect and meet my father, and then put down your weapons." Yan Wu Xin paused, then suddenly said: "Master, I thought of another idea."

"What idea, you say."

"Look, they guess that you will never surrender, and they will definitely deploy their manpower around. If we charge forward, although there is a high probability that we can break through the encirclement, we will suffer heavy losses."

Just then the middle-aged monk said: "Young Master Yan is a good idea, let's pretend to surrender, they must not think of it, wait until they get out of the mountain gate, come to them, and then kill them by surprise, rush down the mountain."

Yan Wuxin said happily: "That's right, that's exactly my idea."

Zong Hui said: "That's very good. Let's retreat to the top of Shaoshi Mountain after leaving the Chuzu Temple. There are four heavenly gates on the top of the mountain. Let's take some dry food and guard it. Even if there is a shortage of water, it shouldn't be a problem to guard him for two more days. Go out The person who sent the letter must have sent the letter, so when help arrives, we will take the opportunity to counterattack."

Yan Wuxin: "Okay, since that's the case, then I'll go first."

Yan Wuxin left the mountain gate, Gongsun Mie, Sikong Mi, Feng Wei, Tang Shangqin, Ma Gao, Feng Changming were already waiting.

"How is it? Young master, what do those bald donkeys say?"

"I made a deal with them. They will pack up and follow us back to Jiuyou Sect in half an hour."

"Okay, then it's settled."

Everyone waited outside the mountain gate for half an hour, and the master of the Zongseng led the monks out of the Chuzu nunnery.Yan Wuxin saw that everyone retreated, and quietly retreated to the side, because the Shaolin monk rushed out of the nunnery, which was the beginning of the great war. Although he was helping the Shaolin sect, he was still the young master of the Jiuyou Sect, so he would not do it unless it was absolutely necessary. Willing to openly confront the Jiuyou Sect.

Yan Wuxin strolled down the mountain, only to hear shouts and killing sounds behind him.The Shaolin faction at the forefront are all outstanding martial arts masters in the Shaolin faction. Gongsun Mie has only a small number of people in front of the nunnery, and the others are scattered around, and they cannot be recruited for a while. How can they be the opponents of the Shaolin faction.

Shaolin monks broke through the blockade and went down the mountain.After leaving the nunnery, there was a mountain forest, Yan Wuxin walked at the front, helping them find the way, when they reached a mountain pass, and then went up the mountain, the Shaolin faction was really safe.As soon as Yan Wuxin arrived at the mountain depression, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. At this time, the leader of the Shaolin School had already rushed here.

Suddenly I heard a shout, and people suddenly appeared from the rocks and trees all around. They were all dressed up as members of the Jiuyou cult. The darkness was overwhelming, and there were more than a thousand people. The Shaolin monks didn't care about so many, and went straight up the mountain. Rush in the direction.The Jiuyou cultivators were obviously well prepared. A burst of flying arrows were shot out. If the Shaolin monks in front were hit by the arrows, even if they only injured a little skin, their skin would immediately turn black and they would be killed on the spot.As a result, the Shaolin sect slowed down for a while, but was suddenly surrounded and could no longer break out.

Yan Wuxin was taken aback, he didn't expect that there would be an ambush here.At this time, several people walked out slowly in the forest, and they were Gongsun Mie, Sikong Mi, Feng Wei, Tang Shangqin, Ma Gao, and Feng Changming.

Gongsun Mie saw Yan Wuxin from a long distance away, and while walking towards Yan Wuxin, he laughed loudly: "The young master really has a clever plan, knowing that this group of monks did not sincerely surrender, so he set a trap here, and my subordinates admire it." extreme."

Yan Wuxin's face was extremely ugly, this Gongsun Mie was blatantly framing him.But the Shaolin faction really didn't really surrender, it has reached this point, Yan Wuxin can't speak for the Shaolin faction, and can only stand aside.

All the Shaolin monks stared at Yan Wuxin. At first they believed in Yan Wuxin, but they didn't expect that Yan Wuxin was trying to lead them into a desperate situation. Some of the grumpy ones couldn't help shouting and cursing.

Yan Wuxin repeatedly helped the Shaolin sect, but unexpectedly fell into Gongsun Mie's trap in the end.Hearing the Shaolin monks scolding each other and saying nothing, the Shaolin sect was in a desperate situation. What was the use of trying to defend himself? It would not help matters.

Yan Wuxin stood in front of the Jiuyou cult, and Zong Hui also stood in front of the Shaolin sect.

Gongsun Mie was very proud, and said: "You Shaolin faction have fallen into my young master's trap now, those who know the image, surrender quickly, otherwise, from now on, there will be no Shaolin faction in the world."

Shaolin monks shouted and cursed again.

Gongsun Mie said: "Master Zong Hui, I respect you as a generation of eminent monks, now the Shaolin Sect is in a desperate situation, the life and death of the Shaolin Sect is in your hands."

The monk nodded slightly and said calmly: "The old monk has long taken the matter of life and death lightly, but there is one more thing I want to ask Young Master Ling, otherwise I will die without knowing it."

Gongsun Mie smiled and said: "It seems that Master Zong Hui is still not convinced, what do you want to ask, just ask."

Zong Hui said: "Young Master Yan, you set this trap."

Yan Wuxin felt guilty and uneasy. Originally, he wanted to save the Shaolin sect, but he accidentally led the Shaolin sect into a desperate situation. At this time, it was useless to say anything, so he said nothing.Zong Hui saw that Yan Wuxin did not speak, but he had already received the agreement. Yan Wuxin was not happy at all, and obviously knew nothing about the matter. He clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha, the old monk died in meditation. "

(End of this chapter)