In the stone house, He Yingwu and Song Liancheng quickly reached a consensus: before the Thousand Islands Heroes Conference, they were safe.

Song Liancheng's opinion is "be ready to flee", and fundamentally speaking, he is more pessimistic.

He Yingwu paced back and forth, clenching his teeth tightly from time to time, his eyes sparkling, and the room was quiet for a long time.

"First and ......foremost," he suddenly stopped, looked at Song Liancheng, and raised his right index finger, "I don't allow you to fight hard! There is another way to go, this is the courage of the horseman, not worth advocating! Second, as you said, we must indeed be prepared to flee for our lives. ”

Song Liancheng was slightly stunned: "Desperate? I didn't say I wanted to work hard!"

"Elder Song is stupid to me?" He Yingwu shook his head, "What you said about the conference, the Sun Moon Gate and the Tianhuo Gate will be 'in chaos'! What does 'chaos' mean, doesn't it mean that you want to single-handedly smash Huanglong and take the heads of Zhou Qiubai and Dai Qianfan? He also said, 'If the chaos is not completed', Elder Song doesn't even believe that this method can succeed!"

Song Liancheng sighed: "This is the only way Liancheng can think of. ”

"What is this method called! In short, we can't work hard in vain! We will shake the light and divide the sect, and you will be a genuine gold pill when you are full, but you can't just be a fool. ”

"Does the sect master have a good plan?"

He Yingwu smiled slyly, and asked instead of answering: "The death date has been set, and we have no way out, right?"

"Exactly!"

"Elder Song wants to take the heads of Zhou Qiubai and Dai Qianfan, is he already thinking of dying and sacrificing his life for righteousness?"

"Hmm...... Yes, the Sect Master is wise!"

"For today's plan, there is no way to retreat with all your body, you can only seek wealth and danger, right?"

Song Liancheng smiled helplessly: "Don't mention wealth for the time being, if you want to save your life, you have to seek danger!"

"Okay! I read the invitation, and the itinerary said that on the tenth day of the lunar month, the day is the heroes' conference, and the evening is divided into two groups, one is a dinner, and the other is a small-scale auction. Does Elder Song know anything about this auction?"

Song Liancheng nodded: "After every hero conference, there will be an auction, saying that it is a small range, and the number of participants is often around 300 people! ”

"Oh! Why?"

"It is said that the envoy of the Purple Cloud Sect will naturally participate in the auction if he wants to participate in this Thousand Islands Heroes Conference. Purple Cloud Sect...... That's a behemoth! Therefore, not only will each sect come up with its own good things at the bottom of the box, but they will also collect many good things from outside the Thousand Islands!"

"Hah! The quality of the lot should be very good!"

"That's nature! Normally there were about 200 lots a year, but this year I guess there are at least four or five hundred!

"Yes, that's really good! Please ask Elder Song to tell me everything you know in detail!"

"Hmm...... Good!"

Song Liancheng was slightly stunned, not knowing why, but he quickly cleaned up his mood, 1510, and told the story.

He Yingwu listened quietly, interrupting and asking questions if he didn't understand, his brain was running rapidly, outlining blueprints.

Half an hour has passed, and many details about the auction and the joint heroes conference have finally been finished.

"These ...... Does it work?" Song Liancheng asked uncertainly.

He Yingwu smiled: "It's useful! It's very useful!"

"The suzerain means ......"

He Yingwu chuckled, and murder and madness loomed in his eyes: "Hide from the sky and cross the sea, fish in troubled waters, and kill people with a knife!"

Song Liancheng was shocked, his heart was cold, and he faintly felt that it was not good!

"Muddy the waters of the auction, borrow someone else's knife to kill Zhou Qiubai and Dai Qianfan?" he said in surprise.

He Yingwu leaned forward, only twenty centimeters away from Song Liancheng, and stared at his eyes quietly: "Elder Song may not understand yet, we have to ...... Loot the auction!"

"Huh?!"

Song Liancheng almost jumped up, dumbfounded!

"Hit ...... Beat...... Hit ......"

He Yingwu rubbed his forehead and smiled: "Really fake? As for such an exaggeration!"

"Sect Master!" Song Liancheng stomped his foot fiercely, and the stammering caused by shock was finally healed, "If we just offend the Sun Moon Gate and the Tianhuo Gate, we may still have a chance of life! You robbed the auction, but it was more than 1,500 sects on the Thousand Islands Island that you offended! What's even more terrifying is that this trick is the envoy of the Purple Cloud Sect! That's the envoy of the Purple Cloud Sect!"

His lips trembled slightly, obviously angry, confused, and shocked.

"Don't worry! Calm down! Calm down! Calm down! In any case, eagerness is your own death! Calm down, you can often turn decay into magic!" He Yingwu said and poured a glass of water, "Drink the water first, press it down, and then talk to me!"

Song Liancheng took the water cup, his knuckles were white, he exhaled hard and inhaled deeply, and his eyes were shining with cold stimulation.

Take a sip......

Take another sip......

......

His face finally calmed down.

"Sect Master ......"

He was just about to speak, but He Yingwu interrupted him: "Let's finish drinking the water first!"

“...... Good!"

After taking some more time, Song Liancheng drank a glass of water slowly, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

He gently put the cup on the table, bent down slightly, and his face was slightly red: "Liancheng is ashamed!

He Yingwu smiled: "We can discuss?"

"Yes!"

"You say, how many times can a person be killed?"

“...... Once!"

"Hmm, what is the essential difference between being killed by the Sun Moon Gate and the Heavenly Fire Gate, and being killed by more than 1,500 sects, or the so-called envoys of the Purple Cloud Sect?"

"There's no difference, it's all big scars!" Gradually, Song Liancheng not only stabilized his mind, but also faintly inspired by pride.

"So what?"

"So...... Therefore, Liancheng is ashamed and brave, and is willing to work with the sect master to rob the auction!"

"Okay!" He Yingwu nodded, "Robbing the auction, borrowing the sword of Wen Yuangu or the Purple Cloud Sect to destroy the Sun Moon Gate and the Heavenly Fire Gate, you still need to rely on the power of Elder Song!"

Not just robbing auctions?

Do you want to borrow Wen Yuangu's knife and the knife of the Purple Cloud Sect's envoy?

Can you still use a knife to destroy the Sun Moon Gate and the Sky Fire Gate?!

Song Liancheng's scalp was numb, but this time, he was not afraid, but tremors after hearing an "incredible target"!

And even he himself couldn't say clearly, after the change in appearance and personality, the sect leader Wei Rongjiao was wrong...... Now the stubborn one has to be called "what should be", why does it give him a strange sense of reassurance?

It seems that as long as this man is there, there is no problem that cannot be solved!

Suzerain...... It's really changed!

Song Liancheng slowly knelt down, and bowed to the five bodies: "Every word and deed, obey the orders of the sect master!" Song Liancheng smeared his liver and brain, and swore to follow him to the death!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" He Yingwu helped him up and smiled, "The first thing you want to ask Elder Song to do is...... Give your best and try the bottom line. Elder Song, please draw your sword!"

While speaking, He Yingwu's heart moved, and a short knife appeared in his hand, and the vitality was stimulated, and in the sound of the dragon's groan, the short knife turned into a long knife, and the cold was sensitive!

"Huh?" Song Liancheng was a little stunned.

"It's not easy to rob the auction, one ring at a time, it must be tightly fitted! I can only make overall arrangements if I understand what level Elder Song is now!" He Yingwu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he pointed at the long knife sideways, "Elder Song, please do your best!"

"That'...... Okay!" Song Liancheng hesitated again, but finally nodded, and with a snort he conjured up the Chunfeng Sword, took a few steps back, and the tip of the sword slanted downward, "Sect Master, please!"

He Yingwu smiled evilly, and he was not polite, turning into an afterimage, and the sword light flashed as if coming from the void, slashing Song Liancheng!