They exchanged names and martial arts skills and praised each other, without any sense of urgency to go to the battlefield.
Or perhaps in their eyes, this trip was nothing more than a battle that was sure to win. There was no doubt about how powerful the three sects and five schools were.
How could the Ming Cult, a mere sect, possibly stop their coalition forces?
Even Tianyu Sword Lan Wusong thought so.
The team's speed of action was not slow. In just three days, they crossed the Huai River and arrived at the territory of the Ming Cult.
"Alliance leader, all the people from the surrounding Mingjiao branches have disappeared. It seems they knew our allies had arrived and fled in panic."
A martial arts expert who was exploring the way ahead, using his lightness skills, reported to Lan Wusong.
"What a bunch of weaklings! They actually ran away without a fight, haha."
"Yes, I have never seen such a martial arts sect before. I have lost all my dignity."
"Don't worry, they can escape the monks but not the temple. Let's go to Guangmingding Peak and look for them.
Let his bright top turn into a dark top."
...........
When the martial artists saw this scene, they also mocked it, saying that their powerful military force had made them arrogant.
Seeing the people who seemed to be hiding around them, the martial artists shouted, "Don't be afraid, everyone.
We have heard that the Ming Cult has committed many evil things, so we have come here to wipe them out. Soon, this cancer will be gone.
From now on, this place will be ruled by our Wulin Alliance.
If you have any questions, you can come to us."
However, these words did not receive any response, leaving them standing there feeling a little awkward, but they could not get angry at the people.
But they had no choice but to continue on their journey, thinking that they would wait until the Ming Cult was destroyed before teaching a lesson to these fools who did not respect their martial arts heroes.
However, they did not see that what the people around them saw in their eyes was not admiration or longing.
But he was deeply afraid. When he saw these martial artists leaving, the old man said to his son:
"Hurry up, go check it out, and inform the Ming Cult.
Let them know there's trouble and if possible, lend a hand."
"Dad, the Ming Cult's masters are so powerful, they must know about it. Don't worry."
The young man said this because he actually didn't want his father to worry about the Ming Cult.
He kept moving and turned around to pick up the package, which contained some bread. They had not been able to eat these things before.
When he was about to leave, he saw a white-haired old man leading a horse and coming to the young man:
“I’m old and useless, Xiao Wu, you’re young.
This horse is faster, you can ride it now."
"Sixth Master...this..." The young man hesitated. You know, Sixth Master's wife, son, and grandson all died in the flood, and all that was left was this horse.
He loves and protects the bike like his own son and usually refuses to ride it himself.
If I take the horse out and something goes wrong, what will Sixth Master do in the future?
"Don't say that, you are my eldest nephew's son, he is willing to let you go.
This horse is just an animal after all, go ahead and be careful." Uncle Liu's dim eyes were filled with tears, but he still loosened his rough hands and patted the horse, even though he said so.
But how could they not have any feelings? Their lives were given by the Ming Cult in the first place.
The young man nodded, climbed onto his horse, and went out to find that the door was already full of people. "Xiao Wu, this is the best sword in our village. Take it with you."
Everyone brought out their best things: weapons, medicine, food...
Although they didn't know how much they could help Xiao Wu, and didn't know how much Xiao Wu could help the Ming Cult, they did not hesitate.
Perhaps these country villagers don’t know anything about the great principles or the martial arts world, but they know how to repay kindness.
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