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Chapter 1706 Find the head of Jiang

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Weiheng, congratulations!"

"You guys are so lucky, it's really enviable."

Everyone knows that he intentionally mocked Wei Heng with Yin & Yang's strange air.

After all, the gates of the Golden Soul Temple and the Flying Star Hall are not far away, and the two sects have had friction before.

Although Feixing Hall only has one Daoist, Weiheng, it has never been at a disadvantage in the face of the Jinpo Temple, which has two Daoist.

It's just that who would have thought that they would not be able to tell the winner in a direct confrontation before. Now on this front line, life and death are separated because of the lottery.

Wei Heng gritted his teeth, ignoring Daoist Yang Gong's ridicule.

Instead, he looked at the bright Elder on the high platform with eyes full of grief and indignation.

"The first three draws in our Flying Star Hall were all black draws!"

"Every time, we have disciples killed!"

"And this time, we got a red ticket again, isn't that too much?"

Even if you want to operate in the dark, even if you use us as cannon fodder, you still have to give people a little hope now and then, right?

He clenched his fists tightly and said indignantly, "Isn't this forcing us to die?"

"Bold!"

The Elder's expression sank.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you saying that we, Ming Yatian, did things unfairly and did something secretly?"

"That's what he thinks, his heart can be punished!"

Yang Gong was still fanning the flames.

"Wei Heng, you are so courageous, you dare to question Ming Yatian and disrespect all Taoist saints!"

"What are you guilty of?"

"I do not have!"

Daoist Weiheng is not stupid, he knows that even if this is the truth, he cannot say it outright.

Because of this crime, I can't afford it.

He could only change the wording.

"I just think that this task is too difficult."

"Our Flying Star Hall only has more than 30 disciples, and we are so weak that we cannot take on such a heavy responsibility..."

"There's nothing unbearable."

The Elder waved impatiently.

"The higher-ups won't dislike you for being incompetent. The premise is that you try your best, understand?"

"What's more, if you don't go, then who is suitable?"

"that is!"

Daoist Yang Gong was on the sidelines again.

"Others can go if they get the red lottery, why can't you go to Flying Star Hall?"

"Could it be that the disciples of your Flying Star Hall are more expensive than others?"

Wei Heng wished he could strangle him to death.

But in the end, he could only leave the camp with a red sign under the gazes of sympathy or gratitude.

Back in the fairy boat of Flying Star Hall, 35 second and third generation disciples waiting inside immediately surrounded them.

"Master, what's the matter?"

"Master, what lottery did you get this time?"

"The first three times we got black lottery, and six senior brothers died. It's our turn to get white lottery this time, right?"

"Haha, yes, according to common sense, it's our turn to rest in the camp."

Facing a pair of expectant eyes, Daoist Weiheng suddenly didn't know how to speak.

Especially when facing the man and woman at the head, his heart ached even more.

Ye Ming and Ye Tang, this brother and sister, he met by accident when he was traveling in a land of extremes 30 billion years ago.

Before that, Weiheng had been working alone.

After meeting this pair of brothers and sisters who only have Immortal King Realm in Cultivation Base, he was inexplicably moved to accept disciples.

Gradually, the later Flying Star Hall came into being.

Although they did not recruit as much as most Sects, every student here is like his nephew.

Even though the Cultivation Base among them is the lowest, it is only the Emperor Realm Fifth Stage.

And Ye Ming and Ye Tang, the only two Supremes in the sect, poured his countless efforts into it.

He couldn't imagine that one day, they would die in front of him one after another.

However, some things cannot be escaped even if they are not said.

"This time... it's a red sign."

"what?"

"Red sign!"

"how so?"

Several disciples in the room seemed to suddenly lose all their strength, and sat down on the ground.

"My God, this is asking us to die!"

"There are still 20 juniors and juniors among us who can't even get to Venerable. Isn't it child's play to send us to spy on information?"

"Don't think about it, three consecutive black signs, and this time a red sign, someone is deliberately targeting us!"

"It must be the instigation behind Jinpo Temple, after all, they know Tang Miao Daosheng!"

"That's right, they have ten thousand ways to kill us..."

The disciples were angry and sad, and could not accept this ending at all.

Ye Ming and Ye Tang performed much better than the others.

After three seconds of astonishment and unwillingness, he quickly calmed down.

Ye Ming said in a deep voice: "For the current plan, I can only think of a way to survive as much as possible!"

"It's not without tactics to go to the front line to spy on intelligence. We can consider passively executing orders and not approaching the camp on the Tiangong side."

"It's useless."

Wei Heng shook his head.

"After receiving the red sign, Ming Yatian can know our location at any time in the rear."

"Once the foreign workers are found, they will be executed when they come back."

Ye Tang pursed his lips, then lowered his voice.

"Then let's go to Xiaomangyu."

"On the way to spy, leave this damn Mingzai domain directly, as long as you enter there, you will have a way to survive!"

"It doesn't work that way either."

Wei Heng shook his head again.

"Ming Yatian will hunt us down, and we will be killed before we reach Xiaomang Domain."

"If it wasn't for this reason, I would have taken you there long ago, you know..."

He sighed softly, his gaze became firm.

"Forget it, we've reached the end of the mountain, we can only count on that one."

After saying that, his eyes swept over every disciple present.

"Each of you will leave 35 hairs, or 35 drops of blood, and give them to others for safekeeping."

"what?"

All the disciples expressed their puzzlement one after another.

"Master, what does this mean?"

"Yes, master, what's the use of this?"

"You've been a bit of a godsend, could it be that you also know witchcraft?"

Daoist Weiheng smiled slightly.

"This is a first-line chance to save everyone, you just do it."

Wei Heng breathed a sigh of relief when everyone had 35 other people's hairs or blood drops.

"In the future, if any of you are lucky enough to survive this great battle and leave Mingzai Domain alive, remember to go to Feixianmen."

"Feixian Gate?"

The disciples were shocked.

"You mean the Feixianmen in Xiaomangyu?"

Since the last battle of Rouyue Leader, Feixianmen is now well-known in the entire Yuan Immortal World.

Jiang Cheng's name made countless immortals like thunder.

But to these disciples in the arena, it was like the legendary Sect, which was too far away from them.

"Yes."

Wei Heng smiled and nodded.

"It's the Feixian Gate that shocked the entire Immortal World of Yuan Dynasty."

There was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

"When you get there, just ask to see Head Jiang, and then hand over this thing, and he will naturally understand everything."

(end of this chapter)