Zhao Yufan was silent for a long time, staring at Zhou Hai's words carefully.
Zhou Hai told Liu Man and Yi Ming the plan, and then looked at everyone.
Liu Man and Zhou Yiming's plan is very simple, which is to let Zhao Yufan, who is transformed into a sword god, trade with Zhou Yiming, and then ambush a large number of people to capture Zhao Yufan or kill him, thus attracting Zhao Yufan to come forward and catch all Zhao Yufan.
But they never expected that the sword god was Zhao Yufan, and Zhao Yufan was the sword god.
The little fat man shook his head and thought for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "Should we discuss this with Zhao Yufan?"
When Zhao Yufan heard this, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said firmly: "No need, he is not in Qilin Mountain.
He is expected to be here in a few days, so leave the next thing to me."
Hearing this, several other people showed displeasure.
Zhang Qing frowned and said: "What you said is wrong.
Why do you ask you to do it?
We are also your and Zhao Yufan's friends.
We will never stand by and watch this matter."
"Agree" Yuanyuan raised her hand in agreement.
The little fat man also echoed: "I agree."
Zhao Yufan didn't say anything more, but continued his analysis: "Now there are two options.
The first way is to turn a blind eye and ignore them directly.
In this way, their plan will be completely in vain; the second way is to use their tactics and follow them.
Their plan goes away, giving them a fatal blow."
Everyone was lost in thought, and the atmosphere in the tent was a bit depressing.
The first route was the safest, but the second route was extremely risky.
"It's better to turn a blind eye."
The little fat man's eyes turned slightly and he said shrewdly.
Zhang Qing nodded immediately, and Yuanyuan thought for a while and agreed: "Well, the situation is very complicated now, so it's better to ignore them."
Zhao Yufan thought so too.
Just as he was about to nod, he suddenly heard Zhou Hai say: "I agree too."
After Zhou Hai finished speaking, he stretched out his arm to pick up the teacup.
The moment he picked up the teacup, a red scar appeared on his wrist.
If he didn't hold the teacup, the scar on his wrist would be hidden by his sleeves, but when he picked up the teacup, the sleeves on his wrist would move upward, and the scar would naturally be exposed.
As if he was afraid of being seen, he quickly retracted his hand.
Although it was just a simple movement, Zhao Yufan still noticed it.
His face was a little gloomy, murderous intent flashed in his pupils, and he said in a deep voice: "What's wrong with the injury on your hand?"
Hearing this, the others looked at Zhou Hai suspiciously.
Yuanyuan walked up to Zhou Hai carelessly and wanted to roll up his sleeves, but the force between the two of them was a bit too strong, and Zhou Hai's sleeves were ripped off by Yuanyuan.
On Zhou Hai's door, there were various scars like ghost drawings, as if someone had been whipped with a whip.
These scars were old and old, and they were obviously not completed in a day.
The most shocking thing was that these scars spread all over his body.
"Liu Man did it?"
Zhao Yufan asked sharply.
The expressions of the others were also quite ugly, as ugly as the ferocious trees shaking constantly outside.
After seeing the scars on Zhou Hai's body, everyone's hearts trembled slightly.
Only then did they understand what Zhou Hai had endured from Liu Man.
"I'll make them pay" Zhao Yufan said something coldly, then slowly closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Since they want to kill me, then use their tricks to kill them."
Zhang Qing and Yuanyuan were speechless.
They looked at Zhou Hai and nodded silently.
Soon, everyone was ready to react immediately.
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Anyway, with Zhou Hai by their side, their every move was under Zhao Yufan's control.
As long as they knew Zhou Yiming's plan, they would also make corresponding countermeasures.
In order to prevent Liu Man from being suspicious, Liu Hai left after a while.
Only four people, Zhao Yufan, were left in the tent.
The expressions of the four of them were a little solemn.
Although Zhou Hai was monitoring Liu Man and the others, Zhao Yufan and the others were too weak and urgently needed a group of experts to help them out.
Zhang Qing and Yuanyuan were simply unable to mobilize the family's strength, and it was impossible for Zhao Yufan to find anyone to help.
After a long time, Zhao Yufan said coldly: "I will ask people from the devil's path for help."
Zhang Qing and Yuanyuan looked surprised and worried, while the little fat man asked curiously: "Do you know anyone from the devil's path?"
"I don't know him, but the Sword Demon knows him, and Zhao Yufan can also ask people from the Demonic Way."
Zhao Yufan said calmly, but he was also unsure.
He didn't know whether the people from the Demonic Way were willing to help him, "You guys go back first, I I’m going to the Demonic Camp.”
Several people said goodbye and stepped into the wind and rain.
Zhao Yufan folded up his tent, looked around cautiously, and then disappeared in the heavy rain.
There were very few people in the Demonic Camp, and people's conversations and laughter could be heard from the surrounding tents.
Zhao Yufan came to the camp of the Heavenly Fire Holy Sect as a sword demon.
There were no guards around the camp, but someone still saw him in a nearby tent.
"Who are you?"
someone shouted.
"Sword Demon" Zhao Yufan said.
After saying this, he walked towards the tent.
When the people in the tent heard the name of the sword demon, there was a sudden commotion, and then more than a dozen senior warriors took weapons and surrounded Zhao Yufan, looking at him warily.
One of them asked angrily: "What are you going to do?"
"Looking for Baishan layman" Zhao Yufan said hoarsely, with a somewhat impatient tone.
A dozen senior warriors glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but hold the weapons in their hands tighter, with a vicious look in their fierce eyes.
In the heavy rain, a group of people stood facing the wind and let the wind and rain blow.
Zhao Yufan held the knife and frowned slightly.
Raindrops hit the blade, slowly flowed downward, and finally fell into the puddle along the tip of the knife.
Suddenly, his knife was raised and then dropped.
A cold light flashed, and the sword rose and fell.
"Crack, click, click!"
Immediately afterwards, there were crisp sounds in the wind and rain.
The senior warriors were so frightened that they stepped back, holding the weapon that was suddenly broken into two parts, and were stunned in surprise.
"Go and report" Zhao Yufan said hoarsely.
The senior warriors still surrounded Zhao Yufan, but they were frightened by the move he just made.
Finally, a senior warrior came to his senses and hurriedly reported the situation.
The remaining people stared at him as if they were facing a formidable enemy, fearing that he might do something.
After a moment of stalemate, in the wind and rain, a group of twelve people finally arrived.
They were the twelve envoys of the Holy Fire.
Jiu Shiba hugged the wine gourd and shouted impatiently: "Let's all leave.
He is our friend."
Hearing this, the senior warriors did not dare to disobey and pushed away one after another.
Seeing the twelve people appear, Zhao Yufan showed a smile and said respectfully: "Seniors, excuse me."
Layman Baishan waved his hand, looked at the empty tent not far away, and said, "Let's talk inside."
The group of people moved forward in a mighty manner.
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The person at the end was the Jueling Swordsman carrying an ebony coffin.
Every time he took a step, a deep pit appeared on the ground.
As his dull footsteps stopped, everyone They finally gathered in the tent
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