All knowledge that deviates from justice should be called cunning, not wisdom.

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According to my idea, this man came to test it. The people of the Daming Zun Sect couldn't wait outside, so he sent one to see if he had let that go just now? If he had let that go, he would have a peerless master who was not poisoned, that is, my news, so the Daming Zun Sect would probably retreat, and of course he might also use other means.

Wanwan asked me to stop the man, but I didn't want variables to appear. Let the Ming Zun Sect wait outside. As long as I lasted for this hour, the time for the Holy Sect to fight back will be there. This choice will also have variables. If the man doesn't go out, they will likely send other people in. If two people come in at once, I will be done.

At present, it is impossible for the people of the Daming Zun Sect to know our situation, causing information asymmetry, making them make mistakes in judgment, and not daring to attack rashly. This is our chance to survive.

"From the current situation, I can only drag it down. I think they must be observing this courtyard from a distance. If the Holy Lord can go out and stand in the courtyard, they will definitely think that we are not poisoned." Zhao Deyan suggested, "In this way, they should have evacuated."

This method is good, just like an empty city plan. I will go out and scare them and let them run away in a hurry like Sima Yi. It is best to put a piano and a pot of wine in the yard. Then I will play the piano and drink...

"This method is inappropriate. People on the grassland are skillful in bowing and horses. If they shoot arrows from a distance, they will be a living target in the yard. What is the intention of Yan Shuai's suggestion?" Wanwan said coldly.

"I just want to delay time. There are always risks in doing anything. If they fail to test it once, there will be a second time. Instead of waiting for death, it is better to go out and try it out." Zhao Deyan said without any shame.

This Zhao Deyan is too sinister. He said that the matter of sending me to death was so high-sounding. He wanted me to die so unknown and rob my Holy Lord's seat. I glared at him fiercely and would not go out to be a living target even if I beat him to death.

"I think this kind of poison gas will always have a certain range. Their observation location should be not far from here. Perhaps it is on the roof next door. If there are experts like me, he can sense our inappropriateness, that is, we have problems, but he cannot tell whether his plan was successful or we set up a trap waiting for him, so he sent someone to check it out." Shi Zhixuan analyzed, "This person was stopped by us and did not go out to report the news. He already knew that there was something wrong with us. I think he would either leave or..."

Whoosh!

Before Shi Zhixuan finished speaking, a rocket shot in and nailed it straight to the window frame. The arrow was wrapped with oil-soaked cloth. The cloth had been ignited and burned when it encountered wood. This was just the first arrow. Then countless rockets shot over. I hurriedly closed the door, but the rocket still shot in, and the hall was in chaos for a moment.

Shi Zhixuan was right. They either left or burned us to death. Of course, their meaning was probably just a test and forced us out to see the situation. After all, it cost so much, so it would be unwilling to leave like this.

I had to get up and move the people in the gap to a covered place. Everyone in the hall hid under the chairs. Through the holes shot out by the arrows, I saw that there was already a sea of ​​fire outside. They were targeting not only this hall, but the entire courtyard. It was too ruthless to take action.

"The Ming Dynasty Sect must not dare to be so rampant. It must be the cooperation of Tongwancheng. They want to kill us." Zhao Deyan said coldly, "As long as I let me go out alive, I will definitely tear them into pieces."

"Ahem, now it's not the time to say harsh words, we're going to be burned to death." I said depressedly.

I was choked by the thick smoke, and they also put some irritating things on the tart cloth, which were probably poisonous. As the thick smoke entered our mouths and noses, coughing sounds continued in the hall for a while.

"Please take away the Hu bed." Zhao Deyan leaned over to the ground to avoid the arrows, pointed to the chair prepared for the Holy Lord and said.

"Why?" I asked in confusion.

"You just take it away first." Zhao Deyan said impatiently, "Press Hu's handrail with both hands and press down, don't sit on it."

I heard him say something strange, and I had no idea at the moment, so I moved the chair. The chair at this time was different from the style of later generations. It had no backrest, and some didn't even have armrests. It looked like a horse stool in later generations, and was called a cross chair. It was called a Hu bed in the grassland, but it was more comfortable to sit on a horse stool. This was still furniture that only high-ranking officials could have.

I just pressed the armrest of the chair and heard a crunch. Then a big hole appeared under the chair. If I hadn't pulled the chair, the chair would have fallen. This was an underground secret room with steps.

I turned around and looked at Zhao Deyan deeply. This guy asked me to sit on this chair just now. If I pressed the armrest with both hands after sitting on it, I would fall down directly.

The hearts of the people!

I once again expressed helplessness towards the insidiousness and shamelessness of the Holy Sect. No matter who became the Holy Lord, as long as it was not Zhao Deyan, he would probably die so unknown. Several other people looked at Zhao Deyan coldly when they saw this situation, but this guy still remained calm.

"This is an underground secret room. I'm sorry to send us down to take refuge." Zhao Deyan asked with a serious face.

There is no other way now. The fire is getting stronger and stronger. Even if I don’t get burned to death, I will be fumed to death. I was the first to hold Zhao Deyan and ran into the secret room. I was afraid that if there were any mechanisms below, I would die with him even if I wanted to die. Fortunately, the journey was very peaceful. The entire secret room was an open area. I put down Zhao Deyan and went to transport other people. There were more than 30 people in total.

The most difficult part of this is Anlong. His fat body is very oppressive to me and I can't hold it and I can't carry it, so I had to drag him into the secret room.

"I said, brother, you should lose weight." I said gasping.

"Sure, certain!" An Long said with a smile, "Brother, don't forget me, Fatty An, if you become the Holy Lord!"

"Haha, let's talk about it first!" I smiled self-deprecatingly, "I don't know what's going on at that time."

"With the support of Yingui Sect and Brother Shi, you, the Holy Lord, is settled." An Long said sure.

Finally, I moved everyone into the secret room, including Pi Chen and Rong Jiaojiao. I sat on the ground without any image again. This was purely physical work, and I was so tired that I was so tired.

"The Holy Lord saved everyone again. The saintly pride of the world is really a blessing for my holy sect!" The thinkers who had just been rescued began again.

"Since the Holy Lord has been selected and you have no objection, then we will make a bloody oath to support the Holy Lord according to the rules of the Holy Gate!" An Long suggested.

This proposal calmed everyone in the secret room. The blood oath is also called the blood spell in the holy gate. Although the people in the holy gate don’t care about oaths at all, this blood oath is still binding to a certain extent.

Eighteen years ago, Zhu Yuyan and I made this kind of blood oath on the boat, but it was too much of a joke at that time. I heard Wanwan say that the real blood oath is very serious, and it must be mixed with the blood of the oath person and drink it. If we violate the blood oath, we will be killed by all the people in the holy sect.

"I have objections!" A voice suddenly rang out in the crowd.

It was not Xi Ying, but Xiang Yushan. He stood up with a smile and looked around. He was holding the sword I just fell, and he was not poisoned.
Chapter completed!