Logically speaking, Zhao Tianlong has a good plan.

In order to reverse his passive situation and avoid being revoked by Gui Yousheng, Zhao Tianlong designed a series of seamless strategies.

first!

Zhao Tianlong took risks and personally climbed Qianling Old Peak, asking the infamous Basan people to use the hatred of Basan people towards Qianling Sect to kill Gui Youwang and others, and then help him achieve a turnaround against the wind. .??.

Of course, Zhao Tianlong was also sure that Basanren were definitely not good people and could not be controlled by him.

So Zhao Tianlong arranged a backup plan!

As soon as he set out to convince Basanren, Zhao Tianlong sent a letter of help to Tianxiaxiu and Hualong Sect and promised to repay him with great retribution.

According to Zhao Tianlong's plan.

The Basan people will first kill Gui Youwang and the elders who are facing him, and then ask the righteous colleagues to eradicate these casual cultivators.

Compared to Basanren, monks in the righteous path are much easier to pass on!

At least in Zhao Tianlong's opinion, these righteous cultivators will not blatantly invade your sect and cave.

As long as the price is negotiated, these righteous sects are happy to help them solve their problems.

However……

Zhao Tianlong still thought things too simple.

Many things completely exceed Zhao Tianlong's calculations.

For example, Zhao Tianlong could not count on Hualong Sect and did not send anyone, and his precious son would become a victim of this catastrophe. The madmen like Basanren are so crazy...

Of course, Zhao Tianlong didn't count how many brushes were there for the puppets that Tan Xiaoyu dug out of the ancient cemetery.

...

The night is very deep.

At the top of Qianling Sect and outside the library, the crowd was still confronting each other.

With Song Ziyu's series of slandering questions, the atmosphere became a little weird.

"I hate people who affect my lecture the most!"

Song Ziyu kept cursing and said, "Whoever is dissatisfied with me, stand up!"

It’s not that Song Ziyu has a bad temper, it’s just because Song Ziyu has his own pressure in his heart.

My original intention was to hunt down Xihe, but I found that my time with Xihe had been staggered for thousands of years.

It's like a race.

Others are so much ahead of themselves when they start, and they must catch up.

But your ability is still limited after all.

After much consideration, Song Ziyu decided to cultivate a group of talents to use for him.

Because I had a premonition that in this plane in the future, there would definitely be a great war between me and Xihe.

If you can't pull up a team that can be fought for wrongly, your end may be very miserable.

It is precisely for this consideration that I am working so hard to cultivate talents... In order to cultivate a group of available combat power as soon as possible,

Therefore, Song Ziyu feels about people who affect the quality of his teaching

Too angry.

"Whoever is unwilling to accept it? Let me stand up!"

Song Ziyu's roar resounded throughout the Qianling Sect.

"Huh? What kind of thing is this? He is neither human nor ghost, but he dares to give orders there, hehe." One person sarcasticly said.

It's a blood-handed scholar!

Standing at the forefront of the scattered people, he was carrying his waning moon golden wheel and letting out a crazy smile.

It is obvious that these guys do not have a trace of awe for the Qianling Sect.

In the eyes of Basanren, this was nothing more than a simple slaughter.

That's why he is so careless.

but!

The Blood Hand Scholar obviously did not expect that he would provoke someone.

Just as the laughter and joy of Basan people and the minions were heard, Song Ziyu's cold voice came over, "You, that's you, come and die!"

The Blood Hand Scholar looked at the human-shaped puppet pointing his finger at him, and a wicked smile appeared on his face, "Are you calling me?"

"Who else isn't you? You're the one who shouts the most!" Song Ziyu said coldly, "Get over!"

The Blood Hand Scholar glanced at his companions, then laughed and said, "Wait, I'll come... I'll cook this damn puppet."

After saying this, the Blood-handed Scholar held the golden wheel of the waning moon in his hand and jumped out of the void, then passed over the elders of the Thousand Spirit Sect, and then rushed towards Song Ziyu.

This arrogant attitude made many elders of Qianling Sect angry.

Among them is Guo Tianyu!

As the new chief elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, Guo Tianyu must establish his authority in the Qianling Sect as soon as possible.

Therefore, Guo Tianyu continued to pinch a soft persimmon.

Looking at the blood-handed scholar flying over his head, Guo Tianyu, who was unknown, roared angrily, "Where did you come from? How dare you act wildly in my Qianling Sect? Get out of here!"

While speaking, Guo Tianyu reached out and grabbed the sky, intending to capture the Blood-handed Scholar.

A big hand appeared in the void, which was Guo Tianyu's huge arm.

This is the "huge" of magical powers that are commonly unique to the Jindan stage monks. They are not only magical, but also quite practical.

In Guo Tianyu's opinion, no matter how bad he is, he can still capture this guy from the sky.

However!

Something that made me feel incredible happened!

Facing the big hand he grabbed, the bloody scholar who was gliding in the void suddenly became faster and shot out from his fingertips, avoiding Guo Tianyu's giant hand.

Not only that!

"It's not polite to come but not come!"

The Blood Hand Scholar gave Guo Tianyu a big hand with his backhand

.

The golden wheel of the waning moon turned into a blood light and flashed in a flash. When Guo Tianyu retracted his hand, there was a scar the size of a bowl on his wrist.

Good guy!

If this knife is more severe, Guo Tianyu's wrist will probably be removed as a whole!

Guo Tianyu cried out in pain and quickly began to treat his wrist.

"Hehe, you old guy has no cultivation, and fighting is even more messy!"

The Blood Hand Scholar laughed wildly and said, "It seems that there is really only waste left in your Qianling Sect... Woo..."

The Blood Hand Scholar originally wanted to play a sarcasm, but he never thought that the next second he would be like he hit a plate and fell backwards.

Hell!

Is there any ban in the void?

The pain-taking scholar was about to adjust his body in the air, but he couldn't feel any attraction without any warning, and he firmly grasped himself!

"If you come, don't think about leaving, get out of here."

Song Ziyu's voice destroys people's hearts like a devil in hell.

The Blood-handed Scholar looked in the direction where the sound came, but saw the puppet standing beneath the Book Pavilion of Qianling Sect, reaching out his hand and holding it in the void.

Then……

I was strangled by a pair of invisible big hands, and no matter how hard I struggled, it would be useless!

The Blood-handed Scholar was shocked!

I am a cultivator in the late stage of the Golden Elixir Stage!

How could it be inexplicably controlled by others?

This is a problem!

Before the Blood Hand scholar could figure out this problem, the huge pulling force pulled himself to the ground!

On the spot, the Blood Hand Scholar had a super huge and intimate contact with the cliff at the top of the Qianling Sect.

Even though the blood-handed scholar often slaps his body and cultivates a body of copper and iron, he slams it on the cliff at this moment.

...
To be continued...