Noon.
In the mountains.
The group from the Eight Trigrams School was running around like headless chickens.
"Why did you post on Weibo?"
"I'm calling for help!"
"What, what kind of people could there be in this wilderness?"
"We still have to try. Why is there no signal?"
"I can't make any calls. There's no signal!"
"Let's walk a little more. Signal, where's the signal?"
After walking for about ten minutes.
Zhang Ye kept tapping on his cell phone. Finally, a signal came from somewhere and the internet was instantly connected. The Weibo post was successfully published. But when he wanted to say a few more words, the signal went out again. He searched for a long time but to no avail, so he could only give up.
Alright!
Let's leave everything to fate!
"Ah, Eldest Senior Sis feels so hot!"
"She must be having a fever!"
"Everyone, take a break. Don't walk anymore!"
"Where are the people from the large sects?"
"There's no sound. It doesn't seem like they're chasing us!"
"They must have discovered that we went into the mountains. There's no way we wouldn't leave any traces behind."
"But we still need to rest. We can't even walk anymore!"
The path up the mountain was not easy to walk on. There weren't any steps and it was just a dirt road. There were even cliffs in some places. It was quite dangerous. Everyone found a rock and quickly put Rao Aimin down.
Song Jiao said anxiously, "Who knows medicine?"
No one said anything.
Zhang Ye took the responsibility and said, "I'll do it."
Lu Yuhu was pleasantly surprised. "You know medicine too?"
"That's great!" Xu Fan said, "Quick, let Eldest Senior Sis have a look!"
Zhao Yunlong said excitedly, "Teacher Zhang is still the most reliable!"
Zhang Ye walked up and very professionally pinched Rao Aimin's philtrum. But Old Rao did not wake up, so Zhang Ye slowly withdrew his hand.
One second.
Two seconds.
Xu Fan blinked. "And then?"
Zhao Yunlong was also taken aback. "Why don't you keep watching?"
Zhang Ye looked at them and said, "That's all I know."
The Eight Trigrams School's disciples were floored!
So you only know how to pinch the philtrum? Fuck, I know how to do that too!
They couldn't count on Zhang Ye anymore. Everyone was trying their best to think of something. Some of them went to look for medicinal herbs to see if there were any that could save her life, while others went to look for food nearby. But what was there to eat in the dead of winter? There wasn't even an unripe fruit. In the end, Yan Hui took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and gave it to Little Chen-chen.
Chenchen grabbed Zhang Ye and said, "Zhang Ye, will my aunt die?"
"What are you saying!" Zhang Ye said firmly, "Old Rao will be fine. I'm here!"
Xu Fan asked Zhang Ye, "What do we do now?"
Zhang Ye said, "Let's rest for a while before continuing down the mountain!"
"But …" Zhao Yunlong worriedly said.
"No buts. We must find a hospital for Old Rao before nightfall!" After Zhang Ye said that, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He clutched his chest and coughed a few times. The sound of his coughing was accompanied by the sound of his lungs.
Yan Hui asked anxiously, "How are your injuries?"
Zhang Ye waved it off. "I'm fine."
Among them, Zhang Ye was the most skilled in martial arts. In addition, he had much more experience in society and fighting than them. Unknowingly, he had also become their leader. Everyone was willing to listen to him and trust him. He was a person who had stepped forward to save them at a critical moment.
Lu Yuhu said angrily, "I will definitely avenge this in the future!"
"I will definitely avenge this in the future!" Xu Fan also shouted angrily!
Song Jiao wiped the forehead of the unconscious Rao Aimin. "Eldest Senior Sis, get better quickly! When you're better, let's fight our way to the headquarters of the large sects together! "
Suddenly, shouts could be heard!
"There's a trail here!"
"They're heading this way!"
"After them!"
"It must be this direction!"
"They're carrying an injured person, so they can't have gotten far!"
The large sects had caught up to them!
Zhang Ye's expression changed. "Let's go!"
"Let's go!" Song Jiao carried Rao Aimin on her back as everyone continued running!
They were in the middle of nowhere and were being chased. They were isolated and without help!
Pathetic! At this moment, they could only be described as pathetic!
Half an hour!
An hour!
It was already past 1 PM. Everyone was already exhausted, but there seemed to be an expert tracker among the large sects. They followed the footsteps and tracks they had left behind and were closing the distance!
"They're catching up to us soon!"
"How do we leave now?"
"Which way should we go?"
"Which way is the way down the mountain?"
The Eight Trigrams School's people were getting anxious!
Zhang Ye did not know either!
At this moment, Chenchen suddenly shouted, "Zhang Ye! Throw your shoes! "
Song Jiao was taken aback. "What?"
Xu Fan was also taken aback. "Throw your shoes?"
However, Zhang Ye slapped his thigh. "That's right, I nearly forgot!"
He opened up the game ring and immediately activated the Lucky Halo (Upgraded). Although his Reputation Points were almost depleted, he still had enough to activate it for two or three seconds!
Take off the shoes!
Throw the shoes!
The shoes landed on the ground!
Chenchen firmly pointed in the direction of the shoes. "Go this way!"
Song Jiao: "…"
Lu Yuhu: "…"
The Eight Trigrams School's disciples: "…"
Fuck, are you even reliable?
Zhang Ye and Chenchen led the team in that direction. "Let's go, what are you still standing there for? This is definitely the way down the mountain, trust me! "
Chenchen explained for him, "We came all the way from Beijing and found my aunt this way! Zhang Ye's shoes are really amazing! "
What?
From Beijing?
He found his way here by throwing his shoes?
Damn, are you guys for real?
Looking at Zhang Ye, they felt that this fellow had become even more mysterious in their eyes.
Run!
They ran all the way down the mountain!
After another hour, they got lost again.
Touching Rao Aimin's scalding forehead, Zhang Ye was burning with anxiety. He could only use the last bit of Reputation Points he had left to activate the Lucky Halo again and throw his shoes again! At this moment, Zhang Ye's Reputation Points were completely depleted. There wasn't a single point left!
…
Meanwhile.
Elsewhere.
The large sects' people were also lost!
The Huashan Sect's Fan Wen said angrily, "Where are they? Is it this way? "
Iron Palm's Master Sun said, "It must be this way!"
A person from the Zhou Family Style School said, "Is this the way down the mountain?"
"They're carrying an injured person, so why can't we catch up?" A person from the Kongtong Sect wondered. "We've been chasing them for almost three hours! It's going to get dark soon! "
A person from the Shaolin Monastery said, "There must be an expert in their group. Every time we're about to catch up, they can always find a way to avoid us and make us chase in the wrong direction!"
"Ah!"
"Look, we're almost going down the mountain!"
"We can see the foot of the mountain up ahead!"
"We're finally here! Once we reach the foot of the mountain, they won't be able to escape! "
"Hurry up and call them!"
"There's no signal now. We've already tried calling them earlier!"
"Is everyone here?"
"Another 30 or so experts from the large sects have arrived!"
"Alright, we'll attack from both sides!"
"Right, we'll surround them from both sides and capture them all in one fell swoop!"
"Charge!"
"Charge!"
The large sects' morale soared as they shouted thunderously!
…
The Eight Trigrams School's group could see the last stretch of road down the mountain. When they suddenly heard the shouts coming from behind them, they were almost in despair!
"They've caught up!"
"We can't escape anymore!"
"What should we do? What should we do? "
"Ah, there's someone at the foot of the mountain!"
"There's still pursuers up ahead?"
"Motherfucker, let's just perish together with them!"
"Charge! Let's carve out a bloody path! "
"Charge!"
The Eight Trigrams School's disciples were also enraged. They had nowhere else to run and no other way out. They could only run down the mountain with all their might, hoping that there would be fewer people blocking their path. That way, they would still have a chance of breaking out of the encirclement! But when they reached the foot of the mountain, they were stunned!
People!
A sea of people!
There was only one thought in their minds: It's over!
Zhang Ye's heart skipped a beat. Could they not escape anymore?
The Eight Trigrams School's disciples looked sad and angry. They had already come this far, but it still wasn't enough? They still couldn't avoid this calamity? Why? Why?
But the next second, a few screams came from the crowd at the foot of the mountain. It stunned the Eight Trigrams School's disciples!
"Heavens!"
"It's Zhang Ye!"
"It's Teacher Zhang!"
"Teacher Zhang is really here!"
When the countless people at the foot of the mountain saw Zhang Ye, it was as if they were on steroids!
Zhang Ye was stunned as he suddenly straightened his back, "F * * k! It's one of my people! "
What?
One of their own?
The Eight Trigrams School's disciples nearly cried tears of joy!
Most of the people in the crowd were tourists. There were men and women, young and old. There were also police officers, police cars, reporters, taxi drivers, and even some locals who had brought over a dozen Tibetan Mastiffs with them!
Over 2,000 people!
That was a full 2,000 people!
On the mountain, the large sects' people also rushed down. None of them knew what was happening. When they saw some people from afar, they thought that they were one of their own. As a result, they chased after them even tighter and shouted their slogans!
"Kill Old Crook Zhang!"
"Catch Rao Aimin!"
"Take them down!"
"Hahahaha! We've caught up to them! "
"Don't be afraid of them. We have the numbers advantage!"
"Everyone, charge, everyone …"
Suddenly, the shouts came to an abrupt end!
The large sects' people finally saw the countless heads at the foot of the mountain!
Fan Wen said dumbfounded, "Eh? We still have so many brothers? "
Someone from the Zhou Family Style School said dumbfoundedly, "That can't be right. We didn't call for so many people, did we?"
Master Sun wondered, "Eh? Why did the Eight Trigrams School's people stop running? "
After being stunned for a few seconds, they suddenly realized what was going on!
"Holy shit!"
"This is bad!"
"Th-Those aren't our people!"
Countless people from the large sects turned pale with fright and were scared out of their wits!
Zhang Ye stopped running. Not only did he stop running, he even turned around and strode over to the large sects' side. He cursed, "Fuck your mother! Who was bragging to me just now? Why don't you try bragging to me again! "
Seeing the child that Zhang Ye was carrying and the unconscious woman who was being carried by someone next to him, the crowd at the scene was instantly enraged. That kind of anger erupted from the bottom of their hearts as the scene unfolding in front of them really infuriated them! A woman? A child? Being chased by over a hundred armed men? In an instant, many of the young adults rushed up. There were even some women and old uncles and aunties who rushed up the mountain in anger!
"Beating up a woman? Holy shit! "
"They even want to capture a child?"
"They're the criminals that Zhang Ye mentioned on Weibo!"
"I can't take it anymore!"
"They're pushing it too far! They're lawless! "
"Follow Teacher Zhang and charge!"
"Follow Teacher Zhang and capture the criminals!"
"Get rid of the scourge for the people!"
"Beat them to death!"
The crowd was riled up!
Thousands of people rushed up the mountain in a deafening roar!
When the large sects saw this, they were already scared silly!
Why?
How could there be so many people here?
At this moment, they suddenly realized Zhang Ye's identity. He was a fucking A-list celebrity and had fans all over the country, numbering in the tens of millions!
Comparing who has more people?
Damn, who can fucking have more people than him!
Zhang Ye caught up to them. "Come on! Keep bragging to me! You want to compete with me in numbers! "
You have thousands of people!
I, I want to compete with your sister!
Fan Wen exclaimed, "The situation is tense, pull away!"
Master Sun scrambled to his feet. "Run! Run! "
Over 2,000 people versus over 100 people? Even if the latter knew kung fu, they still wouldn't be a match for them. The disparity in numbers was too great! If this group of people gave them a punch each, they would also be turned into minced meat!
"Run!"
"Quickly retreat!"
The large sects' people fled in panic!
Over a thousand people chased after them relentlessly!
An old woman angrily grabbed a rotten egg and threw it at an eminent Shaolin monk's head. The egg yolk splattered all over the monk's face. "Old bald donkey! I'll smash you to death! "
That Shaolin monk exclaimed and did not even dare to look back. He covered his head and continued running!
Countless people around him also started throwing things!
"Old Taoist, don't run!"
"Bastard! Hitting women and children? "
Fan Wen was hit in the back of his head by an apple that flew at him!
One of the Iron Palm disciples tripped and fell, and was beaten up badly by the fifty or so strong young men who were chasing after him!
The large sects' people wailed!
Tragic!
The scene could only be described as tragic!
Over 2,000 people besieging over 100 people. Even a martial arts master would not be able to withstand it!
The police were also dispatched and chased after them!
The reporters desperately took pictures!
There was also an ambulance that was dispatched after seeing Zhang Ye's Weibo. The paramedics hurriedly carried the injured Rao Aimin onto a stretcher and sent her to the hospital for treatment!
But Zhang Ye did not leave!
Lu Yuhu, Xu Fan, and Zhao Yunlong did not leave either!
Lu Yuhu caught up to a Kunlun Sect disciple and gave him a good beating!
Zhao Yunlong was up against a very senior from the Kongtong Sect. His martial arts were not as good as his opponent's, but he could not withstand the onslaught of Zhang Ye's fans. There were dozens of them against one! That Kongtong Sect senior did not even have a chance to retaliate before he was knocked unconscious on the ground. Even his teeth were knocked out!
Zhang Ye was holding a stone that looked like a brick. No one knew where this fellow got it from, but he chased after them and smacked them whenever he saw them!
"Fuck your mom!" He smacked a Huashan disciple with the brick!
"Fuck your grandpa!" He smacked a Shaolin monk!
"Come at me if you want to brag!" Fan Wen was caught by him and smacked the Huashan Sect's Fan Wen's face with the brick!
"Brag!" He smacked the Kongtong Sect disciple!
"Still chasing me? Chase me then! "
Zhang Ye scolded as he smacked them. One brick for one, none of them missed!
The people from the large sects had been chasing Zhang Ye and the others for a good three to four hours. In addition to the fight with the non-affiliates and small sects at the restaurant last night, many of them had sustained minor injuries. How could they possibly outrun the hungry hungry masses at the foot of the mountain? The furthest one had run more than 500 meters away, but he was also caught up by a fellow villager's Tibetan Mastiff!
Screams filled the air!
The large sects were almost completely wiped out!
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