Xie Qingyun carefully returned to the mountainside, thinking about the attack plan in his heart.

First of all, he had to look at the team configuration. He used his spiritual sense and found that except for Wu Xuanbin and Wang Bo, the other Qi Refiners' cultivation levels were only around the fourth to sixth level of spiritual energy.

Shen Manqing regards me as a god, how can I lead this team...

He then thought about it, and it seemed that among the Sanren who signed up, there were only a few with high cultivation... As for the three famous gentlemen, they were leading personal guards, so it was his turn to command them.

When I think about it this way, I feel more balanced.

"Everyone, in order for this operation to go smoothly, I think it is necessary for everyone to briefly introduce each other."

Xie Qingyun clapped his hands and attracted everyone's attention, "My name is Xie Qingyun. I believe everyone already knows something about me."

"Wang Bo, ninth level of spiritual breath, sword cultivator." Wang Bo was the first to stand up.

His words immediately attracted attention.

There is a saying spread throughout the world that there are two types of qi cultivators in the world. The first type is sword cultivator, and the rest are classified as the second type. The importance of sword cultivator in the world of cultivation can be seen from this.

"Wu Xuanbin, eighth level of spiritual breath. Good at talismans." Wu Xuanbin was second.

"Cheng An, sixth level of spiritual breath. Good at earth magic." The speaker was a thin but agile man with bright eyes.

Next, everyone reported their name, cultivation level and areas of expertise.

Xie Qingyun silently remembered one by one that this is an essential quality for a team leader.

"Other than fellow Daoist Wang, who among you has a flying magic weapon?" he finally asked.

"Me." Wu Xuanbin was the first to stand up.

"And me." It was the thin man Cheng An who spoke.

Xie Qingyun slowly sketched out a simple attack plan in his mind. The main problem was the allocation of players, but he suddenly realized a problem: It is noon, that is, around one o'clock at noon, why are there still lights on the opposite side?

He said: "What time have you been waiting for?"

Wu Xuanbin said: "The large troops are scattered a hundred miles away. I will be here about Mo Yinshi."

"Has anyone been sent to patrol the opposite side?" Xie Qingyun asked.

"This..." Wu Xuanbin looked at everyone, shook his head and said, "I haven't noticed it yet."

Xie Qingyun felt uneasy in his heart, but did not show it.

Wang Bo sent a message to him: "What did fellow Taoist think of?"

He glanced at Wang Bo and sent a message: "The Thieves Alliance has set up a stronghold here not just for the sake of good looks. If you set up a stronghold and don't patrol it, what's the point of a stronghold?"

Wang Bo was startled and said: "Is it possible that the officers and soldiers have not arrived for a long time, so they just suddenly disappeared?"

"I hope so." Xie Qingyun said and clapped his hands, "Everyone, I simply made a distribution. Later we will group up flying magic weapons and divide them into four units to attack. I am not very familiar with the areas that you are good at. Therefore, you need to discuss and coordinate the allocation by yourself. If there is no objection after two quarters of an hour, we will set off."

Everyone nodded, this is a standard procedure.

Xie Qingyun glanced at Wang Bo, and Wang Bo followed him to the side. He whispered: "Fellow Daoist Wang, you are the fastest in wielding a sword. I hope you can explore the reality of the bandits' nest first."

Wang Bo smiled and said: "You are the team leader, of course I will listen to you." After that, he wielded his sword and left.

Xie Qingyun raised his spirits and jumped up, reaching the crown of the old tree. He saw a sword light cutting through the fog silently and stopping at the top of the crack on the opposite side. The firelight in the crack seemed to be shaking.

At this time, his heart skipped a beat, and he saw a bright light suddenly cracking at the top of the fog...

careful!

"Chila"... the entire fog was torn open, and a terrifying lightning spread across the sky and the earth for two seconds.

Followed by a loud "bang" sound.

The entire Eagle's Nest Mountain shook.

Xie Qingyun felt relieved when he saw the sword light rushing out of the fog and returning, and then narrowed his eyes: Is this spring thunder?

He looked gloomy and fell back to the mountainside. Wang Bo was jumping down from the flying sword, his face was bloodless, and he seemed to be frightened.

"The first spring thunder is indeed loud enough..." Xie Qingyun comforted.

Wang Bo smiled bitterly, "Sorry, I was just about to investigate, but I didn't expect..."

"It's lucky that you weren't injured." Xie Qingyun reassured him, then looked up and saw dark clouds surging rapidly, accompanied by bursts of thunder and lightning, and the air pressure was unusually heavy.

Wang Bo said with lingering fear: "Now even if you tell me that someone is going through the tribulation here, I will definitely believe it."

After the fifth level of the Qi Refiner, all kinds of disasters appear, but they are not something that Dongli’s cultivation world needs to worry about, because no one in Dongli can exceed the fifth level.

Seeing that his friend was just frightened, Wu Xuanbin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, what should we do now?"

Xie Qingyun pondered for a moment and said: "The distribution remains unchanged, let's go around."

Everyone agreed, obviously the thunder just now really frightened them.

The process of going around was smooth, but it took half an hour.

Now they finally arrived at the natural mountain road next to the bandit's nest.

Xie Qingyun clung to the mountain wall. There was fog above the canyon and a fierce hurricane below. He would be blown down if he was not careful.

Si Nan floated leisurely beside everyone like an elf, curiously looking into the crack.

Everyone looked at her with a strange feeling in their hearts: Did she think we were on an outing?

Xie Qingyun had no time to care about her. Seeing that the time was right, he gestured to everyone.

When he came, he gave a brief tutorial and taught everyone two gestures: one for offense and one for defense. Now he was making exactly the gesture for attack. When everyone saw this gesture, they all tensed up.

Xie Qingyun took a deep breath and suddenly ran forward. After a few breaths, he reached the entrance of the crack. He climbed on the rock wall with one hand and climbed in quietly like a gecko. The sight he saw surprised him.

The cracks in the stone wall were artificially dug into a spacious hall. The center of the hall was covered with animal skin blankets, with seats on both sides. Four pillars supported the top wall, and torches were hung on each pillar. It was these torches that made the hall

Bright as day.

But what really made Xie Qingyun change his face were the corpses lying strewn about in the hall.

At a rough count, there are about a hundred tools.

Those who came in later were stunned by the pungent smell of blood.

Wang Bo couldn't help but said: "Who did this? Did we get the wrong base?"

Xie Qingyun looked at Wu Xuanbin, who said calmly: "It's absolutely impossible. If our people had been here, I wouldn't have noticed it."

"Go down and take a look, be careful." Xie Qingyun thought for a while and jumped down first.

In the hall, the death conditions of these corpses were extremely horrifying. For example, one of them fell on a weapons shelf and had his head stabbed through. The sharp part of the wooden shelf came out of his mouth, which made people shudder.

"It all stinks." Simon suddenly said, startling everyone.

Wang Bo took a sniff and discovered that the smell of blood was mixed with a rotten smell.

Xie Qingyun finally found a place to stand, squatted down, wiped a handful of black blood mud under his nose, smelled it, and then made a rough judgment: "The time of death is more than twelve hours."

Wu Xuanbin immediately said: "We were still in Huaiyin County at that time."

"There are no traces of magic." Wang Bo said.

"There aren't many signs of fighting," Cheng An said.

"But they all died... violently!" This was Xie Qingyun's choice of words after careful consideration, and everyone felt it was very appropriate.

"It's more like an accident." Someone in the crowd suddenly said.

Xie Qingyun was shocked. He finally found the reason for the looming sense of disobedience he had felt since he came in. He looked at the speaker. He was a middle-aged man who looked very calm, dressed in black, with a powerful figure and short hair. She was tied high and braided.

He remembered that this person's name was Gan Yi, a surname he had never heard of in his previous life, and it was most likely a pseudonym.

Cultivation is the fourth level of spiritual breath.

In the world of spiritual practice, people like Gan Yi, who are only at the fourth level of spiritual breath at this age, have almost cut off the possibility of the future. Most of them will choose to work as guards in wealthy families and live a life of fine clothing and fine food.

"Look over there." Gan Yi suddenly pointed to the wall directly north of the hall, where the body of a young man was hanging.

Xie Qingyun looked as he was told and saw that the man was strangled by a transparent silk rope. It could be seen that he had struggled to survive before his death, but the silk rope was wrapped too tightly and his feet were still several feet away from the ground. Out of reach.

The face of the corpse still showed a heart-stopping panic, and the feeling of powerlessness in the face of death made people involuntarily itch from the skin all over.

Xie Qingyun closed his eyes and reconstructed the scene in the hall in his mind, reconstructing the entire process according to the location, traces, method of death, etc. of the dead body.

This was very difficult for him because there were too many corpses and too many actions that he could not completely restore.

But just the restoration part made him feel cold. He "saw" the hanging man brandishing a rope knife before his death - a unique weapon with flying knives wrapped around both ends of the silk rope - during the performance. In the highlight, a drunkard spat out a mouthful of vomit at him. He was cursing and preparing to settle a score with the drunkard. The silk rope in his hand slipped and plunged into the drunkard's head. It passed around his neck and rushed up to the top wall... …

He tried desperately to tear the silk rope, but it tightened tighter and tighter. The sharp silk rope not only cut his fingers, but also cut deeply into his neck...

The restoration part was all "accidental".

Xie Qingyun opened his eyes, with cold sweat breaking out all over his body: "This place is too weird, don't move around, follow me out first."

"Where is Wang Bo?" Cheng An suddenly asked.

"He's not behind me..." Xie Qingyun turned around and saw Wang Bo was nowhere to be seen, and his expression immediately changed.

"I know where he is going." Simon said proudly.

"You know?" Xie Qingyun couldn't help but look at her.

She pointed to a stone cave on the side of the hall: "When you were in a daze, the man named Wu said a few words to him, and he followed him in."

"I didn't give the order, why are you running around!" Xie Qingyun was a little angry. In his previous life, this kind of player would have been kicked out of the team directly by him.

"ah--"

At this moment, a scream came from the cave.

"Wang Bo!"

Xie Qingyun's face turned pale, he drew his sword and rushed in. The others hesitated for a moment and then hurriedly chased after him.

But there was one person who didn't move. This person was Gan Yi. He looked around for a moment, then suddenly jumped up and pressed his back against the ceiling like a bat. The entire hall was clearly reflected in his mind like a picture.

As he watched, his expression suddenly became extremely ugly. To describe it, it was like seeing another man lying on the wedding bed during the wedding night.
Chapter completed!