Old Wang was entangled with Lu Zhangke. Seeing that four of the Hachiko Godly Archer Hachiko were about to ruthlessly kill Lu Fei, Han Ming suddenly flew up and sent out four palms toward the four men. The four men raised their palms to meet the palms, but were sent flying one after another. Their faces were filled with astonishment.
Zhao Min shouted, "All of you, attack!"
Suddenly a large number of martial art masters rushed out from the forest toward the four men. The Tibetan monk Huo Fen also stood up. Both of his hands formed a seal, forcing the charging men to retreat. Then Deep Cloud Layman also stood up. Using strange footwork, he forced a monk with a bitter face to retreat from an unimaginable angle. Immediately after, Yang Xinyu, Yang Luyuan, Song Wen, and Wei Yixiao also stood up to fight the enemy.
Zhao Min saw that the enemy had finished circulating their energy. She also saw that their martial art skills were tyrannical. Even in the Wulin world, they could be considered the best or second best. She was puzzled. How could there be so many martial art masters among the Han people? She knew that she could not gain any advantage today, so she blew a whistle. Everybody immediately retreated. If they stayed a little longer, some of them would lose their lives on the spot.
In the blink of an eye, the group of people had completely retreated. Old Wang laughed aloud. "This bunch of lackeys, they run faster than rabbits." He looked at them with astonishment in his eyes. "Ah, you, you seem to have made great progress in your martial art."
Song Wen laughed heartily. "This time Old Wang miscalculated," he said, "Although all of us suffered from the burning of our meridians, thanks to Lu Jiaozhu's divine skill, we all made great progress."
Old Wang did not feel any remorse, he only clicked his tongue in wonder. Wei Yixiao said, "This time my cold poison has been completely cured. It won't flare up again."
Everybody looked at Lu Fei. They saw his face was still red, but there was no longer any painful expression on his face. Everybody immediately surrounded him to protect him. They guarded him for the whole night, but they did not see Lu Fei waking up. "Jiaozhu," Wei Yixiao anxiously said, "Nothing will happen, right?"
Master Huo Fen shook his head. "Lu Jiaozhu has passed the difficult stage. The longer he recuperates, the greater his benefit will be."
Wei Yixiao was suddenly enlightened. At the same time, he was secretly delighted. Cult Master had such a divine skill, why would he need to worry about not being able to pacify the world?
Everyone waited for another day and saw that Lu Fei's complexion was gradually returning to normal. By the afternoon of the third day, he had already recovered. Reverend Deep Cloud said, "Tonight is the opening of Wild Goose Palace. If Cult Master Lu still hasn't woken up tonight, we'll have to leave first."
In the afternoon, Lu Fei's complexion had completely returned to normal. The layer of dead skin on his body had receded, and his skin looked as lustrous as jade. Even Yang Xinyu was endlessly envious.
At dusk, everybody was ready to set out. Lu Fei suddenly woke up. His eyes flashed. The moment he completed his cultivation, the scene of the whole world within a radius of a hundred li was instantly reflected in his mind. He could see the Mongolian soldiers lying in ambush near Wild Goose Palace, as well as all the activities of the surrounding people. At the same time, he also felt a similar thought coming from the Mongolian soldiers' tents, which quickly collided with Lu Fei's. That thought was extremely tyrannical. Lu Fei spat out a mouthful of blood. The feeling of being able to see all around instantly disappeared without a trace.
Seeing this, Wei Yixiao turned pale with fright. He hurriedly asked, "Jiaozhu, how are you? Are you alright?"
Lu Fei shook his head and sighed. "There's actually such a master among the Mongolians."
When the others saw that Lu Fei had woken up, they were all delighted. After all, with such a master accompanying them, their odds of success would be higher.
Lu Fei cupped his fists toward everybody and said, "Please wait for a moment." Finished speaking, he pulled Wei Yixiao aside and said, "Bat King, I'll have to trouble you to make a trip to the nearest Ming Cult branch. Tell them to prepare enough explosives. If we can't escape, use the explosives to blow up Wild Goose Palace."
Wei Yixiao's face turned pale. "Jiaozhu, you can't … how about you don't go?"
Lu Fei smiled bitterly and shook his head. "The masters among the Mongolians, none of the others can defeat them. If I don't go, they will all die. There are only so many masters left in the Wulin world of the Central Plains. If they all die, what capital do we have left to overthrow the Tatars?"
Seeing Wei Yixiao's deep frown, Lu Fei smiled and said, "Don't worry. Now that my internal energy has greatly increased, there won't be many people who can go against me. Even if they want to kill me, they'll have to see if they can catch up with me."
Wei Yixiao had seen Lu Fei's frightening internal energy, so he thought that what Lu Fei said was true. In the end, he had to consider the overall situation, so he accepted the order and left.
Lu Fei watched his figure disappear into the woods and sighed inwardly. Actually, he didn't want Wei Yixiao to throw his life away. This trip was extremely dangerous. He could feel that there were many masters among the Mongolians, and perhaps there were even more masters on their way.
Lu Fei turned his head to look at everybody and said, "Let's go."
Han Ming took the lead and ran forward. In the blink of an eye, they were already more than ten zhang away. The others followed closely behind. Yang Xinyu was at the back. Lu Fei paused for a moment and then followed at the back. If by any chance there was a sneak attack from a master like the one in the Mongolian tent, Yang Xinyu wouldn't be able to withstand it.
Yang Xinyu hurriedly shot a glance at Lu Fei and then hurried on. Lu Fei looked at her slim figure and thought that he should help her more. Thinking about the many masters of the Wulin world of the Central Plains coming wave after wave, even his daughter, Lu Fei's heroic spirit soared. This time he must seize the Yue Book and the treasure map.
Old Wang said, "I don't know what kind of trick these Tatars are playing."
Deep Cloud Resident said, "From this we can see that they don't know the way to open the Frightened Wild Goose Palace. Perhaps they are waiting at ease for an exhausted enemy to catch us all in one fell swoop."
Han Ming said, "Right now we don't have any other choice but to fight with them. If we can at least get one person to go in, then it can be considered our victory."
Everybody was silent for half a day. They knew that this time someone would definitely be sacrificed. Han Ming said, "We are all old, but Lu Jiaozhu is still young. In terms of innate talent, ability and wisdom, in the future he will definitely achieve a peerless great undertaking. When the time comes, if we can't do it, we will escort Lu Jiaozhu in immediately. The other masters will be blocked by us. Does anyone have any objections? "
Song Wen said in a heavy voice, "Right now it's like this. If I obtain the Yue Book, I can only give it to Lu Jiaozhu … Ha, because right now he is the leader of the rebel army with the most rallying power."
Old Wang also said, "It's impossible for me, Old Wang, to lead the army into battle. Besides, there is no army to lead."
The others also nodded their heads in agreement. Deep Cloud Resident and the others were all hermits of the present age. Lu Fei was indeed the most suitable candidate.
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