Chapter 42 Wang Chan
Chapter 42 Wang Chan
Feiyun Pavilion of the Yan family!
All the powerful managers and elders gathered here and sat in two rows. The one sitting in the main seat was the old ancestor of the Yan family who looked to be over 80 years old. Next to the old ancestor of the Yan family stood a gorgeous woman who looked to be about 17 or 18 years old, but looked as delicate and beautiful as a fairy.
In addition, there was a young man wearing a silver mask leading four middle-aged men in gray clothes sitting at the bottom.
Among these five people, the silver-faced young man has the lowest cultivation level, but judging from their seating positions, he is the leader.
Everyone sat here quietly, no one made the slightest sound, and the atmosphere seemed particularly depressing.
boom!
A flash of fire suddenly flew into the hall from outside the door, followed by a muffled explosion. A slightly deep male voice was also heard.
"Reporting to the ancestor, Xiao Wuji has not arrived yet, and he has only sent a registered disciple here!"
Upon hearing this, the Yan family ancestor looked at the five people under him and said, "Look, I said that Xiao Wuji is as cowardly as a mouse and there is no way he can leave the sect."
"Not to mention a small favor, even a treasure like Chi Jing Zhi would be of no use."
Wang Chan was somewhat disappointed when he heard this, but fortunately his main goal had been achieved, so he was not too pessimistic, so he pretended to be generous and said:
"It doesn't matter. My main purpose of coming here is to marry Miss Ruyan. Other things are irrelevant."
"And Xiao Wuji missed a great opportunity by not coming. Once our Ghost Spirit Sect conquers the Yellow Maple Valley, he will have no say over anything!"
Wang Chan said that he was relieved, but he actually didn't feel so good in his heart. He was very envious of the pills refined by Xiao Wuji. He could advance to the next level by eating one pill. Who would be willing to practice hard?
For this purpose, he specially borrowed a thousand-year-old red essence ganoderma from the sect's treasury as bait, and dispatched four mid-to-late Jindan cultivators with a powerful formation to capture this person. Unexpectedly, this person did not come! He was really angry.
"Since this person is not coming, then we will follow the plan and sacrifice those cultivators with blood to build a foundation for Miss Ruyan!"
"Then, evacuate Yue State in advance before my demon sect takes action against Yue State."
A Confucian scholar quickly replied, "Young Sect Master, please rest assured. Although our Yan family seems to have a lot of members, we will actually give up some of the members who are too distantly related and ordinary people who don't have magical powers. After all, it's unrealistic to transfer all the members away at once! The Yan family is very clear about this!"
"That's good!"
……
Two days will pass in a flash, and the treasure hunt conference will officially begin.
Early in the morning, Han Li was awakened by the sound of a gong outside the inn, and then walked towards the competition venue suspiciously.
During these two days he did not dare to relax for a moment, for fear that the enemy would sneak up on him and take his life.
According to what the master said, the ancestor of the Yan family might have brought a few Jindan cultivators to ambush him, so he had no choice but to be cautious.
In order to ensure his own safety, Han Li even always kept a Wuqing sword containing a three-colored fire lotus on his waist to ensure that he could activate it as quickly as possible.
On a small hill on the westernmost side of Yanling Fort, a huge magic circle had been built, and in the magic circle, two middle-aged men wearing Yan family clothes were meditating with their eyes closed.
Behind the magic circle was a low earthen platform, on which stood a dozen Yan family members who were also obscured by the mist, discussing something. It seemed that they were waiting for all the cultivators to arrive before starting the meeting. This seemingly normal scene made Han Li feel very uneasy. There was no reason, just a seemingly plausible feeling.
At this time, more than ten monks wearing Yan family costumes but actually from the Ghost Spirit Sect were standing on the earthen platform and were counting the number of people present.
"Young master, there are still two people missing. And it's getting late. Should we wait a little longer?" After checking the number of people, a monk from the Ghost Spirit Sect reported to Wang Chan.
"No need to wait any longer. Notify the two elders immediately to open the formation. Otherwise, if time passes too long, some clever cultivators might notice something is wrong, which will be even more troublesome! As for those cultivators who have not arrived, the Twelve Guards will hunt them down. No matter why they did not show up, they must not be allowed to leave Yanling Fort alive!" Wang Chan gave the order without any hesitation.
"As for Xiao Wuji's disciple, I will deal with him personally."
"I want to see how powerful the disciples trained by the famous Xiao Wuji are!"
……
From a distance, Han Li stood on the side of the rock, seemingly smiling as he watched the cultivators sign up. But if someone got closer and took a closer look, they would find that his smiling face was so stiff and forced, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.
"There's something wrong with the formation set up by the Yan family." This was the discovery that made Han Li feel like he was struck by lightning a moment ago.
Originally, Han Li didn't know how to use formations, but he had a master who was surprisingly good at formations. As a buyer and salesperson, he had to know every product of his master. Only in this way could he sell these things at a good price.
In the process, he inevitably learned more about formations. It might be a little difficult for him to set up formations now, but in terms of eyesight, he is no worse than some Jindan cultivators.
Although he didn't quite understand the formation set up by the Yan family, no matter how he looked at it, it had some similarities with those trapping formations and killing formations.
Using a killing array in the ring? Don't be ridiculous, this must be a trap.
Thinking of this, Han Li no longer hesitated. He stretched out his hand, and a flying magic weapon immediately appeared in his hand, but before he could throw it, a lazy voice suddenly came from above his head.
"I didn't expect that you, despite your young age, have such good foresight! You spotted the flaw so quickly and tried to slip away! Don't you want to save your fellow disciples?"
Han Li's heart sank, and he tapped the ground with his toes without thinking. He suddenly jumped back, and shot back more than ten feet before stopping. But then he slapped his body with one hand, and a layer of red shield suddenly wrapped him up. At the same time, inside the shield, another layer of green shield appeared close to his body. Then he looked in the direction of the sound.
Dozens of feet high in the air, I saw a green-robed man with a silver mask, standing facing the wind on a giant fork several feet long. The fork was emerald green in color and there was a layer of black air lingering around it, which made people feel cold.
Seeing this scene, Han Li not only did not feel nervous, but he breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart:
"Just a Foundation Establishment cultivator? Fortunately, he is not a Core Formation cultivator!"
(End of this chapter)