Xue Fuxiao was extremely depressed: "As soon as he entered the house, I jumped out. As a result, he ran away before I had a chance to say anything... Then I chased him all the way until he disappeared in the bumpy city... so I came up by the way.

Talk to you..."

Dongfang Sansan slapped a hand on his forehead.

Sure enough, I forgot one thing.

Just let Xue Fuxiao catch Wu Daotian first and then talk to him.

Wu Daotian, a big thief who has dominated the world for a long time, had all the senior leaders of the Soli-I Orthodox Sect work together to suppress them, but they still let these guys, Li Daitao, escape in a daze.

If we talk about Wu Daotian's cultivation and combat power, it is much inferior to Xue Fuxiao, but in terms of escape and concealment skills, it is actually much better than Xue Fuxiao.

Sure enough, I lost the chase!

Dongfang Sansan said helplessly: "Then you must have threatened him with his sword escort, right?"

"I just said one thing, since you have created such a big family business, you must think about your family, right?" Xue Fuxiao said, "Then he ran faster."

"Why……"

Dongfang Sansan frowned and said, "It would be better if you didn't tell me..."

"What's going on?" Xue Fuxiao was confused.

"Now that we've discovered his Big Knife Escort Agency, he has to hide."

"Because Martial Arts Heaven knows better than anyone else that as long as he can't be found, his Broadsword Escort Agency is as stable as a mountain! Even the Solipsism dare not touch the Broadsword Escort Agency!"

Dongfang Sansan sighed: "Because the hidden Martial Arts Heaven is the best protection for the Broadsword Escort Agency!"

"There are hidden places where Martial Arts will never appear. Let me ask you, what do you dare to do to the Broadsword Escort Agency? Any move you make will trigger the thunderous revenge of Martial Arts in the dark!"

"Wudaotian is not a purely righteous person. He can do anything."

Dongfang Sansan sighed: "Don't worry about this matter."

"Then what should we do?" Xue Fuxiao felt uncomfortable because she had messed up the matter. To be honest, he never expected that Wu Daotian would run away immediately when he saw him.

I think I still had some friendship with him back then, and we were more or less friends.

Why is this person like this?

Dongfang Sansan said thoughtfully: "I don't blame you for this matter. I just ignored Wu Daotian's mentality. When Rui Qianshan returns, I will personally handle Wu Daotian's matter."

He frowned and raised his head, looked out the window, and said softly: "It's not that Wu Daotian doesn't want to see you, but that you can't make him feel at ease."

"Rui Qianshan hasn't come back yet?" Xue Fuxiao asked in surprise: "After so long, the Hanjian Mountain Gate is still standing strong?"

"The longer this goes on...the worse the situation becomes."

Dongfang Sansan took a deep breath and said: "If he had already joined Rui Qianshan at the time agreed upon by Gu Changhan and I, then he would be able to bring at least one-third of the power of Hanjian Mountain Sect. But time is dragging on.

It's been so long... I'm afraid Gu Changhan may not be able to bring even one tenth of the people out."

"Even Gu Changhan himself..."

Dongfang Sansan's eyes were filled with worry: "How could that little girl Yan Beihan have such a meticulous plan? Such methods?!"

…

At this moment, we are far away at the training ground at Hanjian Mountain Gate.

A battle between dragons and tigers is unfolding.

Fighting in the same sect, meeting each other in life and death.

There were countless people on both sides watching the battle.

On one side, high up, was Gu Changhan, who was sitting on a chair with a sullen face that was about to explode. He was accompanied by three elders, five mountain sect protectors, and a group of core disciples of all generations.

The leader on the other side is a woman.

It's Yanbeihan.

Yan Beihan's tall figure stood on a high place with his hands behind his hands, wearing a red cloak and fluttering in the wind.

The wind is howling and the autumn colors are rolling.

But the red cloak was fluttering in the wind, adding a touch of brilliance that cannot be erased to the autumn colors of the mountains, as if a red flame was about to spread to the ends of the earth.

Under the cloak, she wears a black dress, with a green jade belt around her waist; on the jade belt, there is a lavender silk scarf, with only a corner exposed.

Her black hair was tied up by an obsidian hair crown, completely revealing her flawless and beautiful face.

Black hair is floating behind her.

There is no expression on his face.

Although she is a woman with a graceful figure, no one has noticed her feminine side.

No one would dare to appreciate it.

Because she stood here with her hands behind her back, it was Yuan Ting Yue Zhi. Naturally, her aura was closely connected with the sky and the earth.

Like a lofty king, graceful and indifferent, overlooking the world!

To the left of Yan Beihan is Bi Yunyan, and to the right is Feng Xue.

The three peerless beauties looked like they were standing in the clouds.

In the front, a woman in black is sitting in front of the table with pen and paper. She is taking notes at any time.

But he is a newly recruited talent from Yan Beihan.

Zhou Meier serves as the secretary of the Pink Army.

The pink army is expanding, and girls from the headquarters of the Orthodox Church are eager to sign up. Zhou Meier stands out in terms of appearance, ability, and calmness.

He was spotted by Yan Beihan at a glance.

Ji Changyan, the head of the Hanjian Mountain Sect, was sitting on the throne, also watching the battle. But it gave the impression that this head was like Yan Beihan's servant.

There was a sword cry in the middle of the field, and in an instant the sword light was brilliant at the same time, and the sword energy shot straight into the sky.

One person was spinning around in circles, with blood constantly splattering on his body, and he staggered back. He finally fell to the ground and lost his breath.

Gu Changhan's pale face showed sadness.

The disciple on his side was defeated.

Failure means death!

"Next game!"

The two referees on the field raised their flags and shouted.

"No need!"

Gu Changhan stood up suddenly, his eyes focused on the face of Yan Beihan opposite: "Miss Yan, we admit defeat."

"Great Elder!"

Behind Gu Changhan, countless people looked at him in disbelief.

"That's enough."

Gu Changhan closed his eyes: "In seven days, there were countless battles; in the first five days, there were losses and wins; in the last two days, we were defeated like a mountain, without a victory! Originally, the same sect's fighting power was even better than the other's.

You are still weak, but I can defeat you, don't you understand?"

On the opposite side, Yan Beihan had no expression on his face and said calmly: "Gu Gu, there are still two hundred games left to play. You still have a great chance. Is it too early to admit defeat now?"

She said calmly: "It is not impossible to recapture the Hanjian Mountain Gate. Gu Gu, you, the number one master of the Hanjian Mountain Gate, are holding the battle, and you actually retreat without a fight? It really surprises me."

She looked graceful and composed, but the words she spoke were as sharp as a knife: "Have you given up the entire inheritance of the mountain gate, the ancestral tablets, and the foundation of the cemetery... just like that?"
Chapter completed!