Chapter Seventy-Eight: Mental Games

"Wen Ji!"

Liu Yifan opened the iron door, and these two words were lightly breathed out.

However, no one responded, and some just rushed cold air.

The sudden cold made Liu Yifan's spirit clear, and at this time he also saw the situation inside, dozens of men and women were huddled together.

In order to survive in this cold room, their martial arts are sealed, and the difference between men and women, the courtesy of a gentleman or something has been left behind, and if they want to survive, they must warm each other like this.

Originally, these people were all with their eyes closed, but they opened their eyes in Liu Yifan's shout, and hundreds of eyes looked at this man dressed in black.

These people still kept what they were wearing when they were arrested, which made it easy for Liu Yifan to distinguish the sect to which these people belonged, but there was no Cai Yan who he cared about the most.

"You...... You...... You are ......" someone spoke, bringing out bursts of white gas.

In order not to waste the heat in their bodies, no one had spoken since they entered this room, and they had been in the cold for a long time, and they were already a little slurred.

Liu Yifan frowned, ignored the person who spoke, turned his head and said to Zhang Ning: "I'll leave it to you here, I'll go down and take a look." ”

If there is no eighth layer, it should be the seventh layer, Liu Yifan thinks so, or he hopes so much.

Hurried to the seventh floor, but it turned out to be empty, and the person he gave the key just now hadn't even arrived.

This is also inevitable, Liu Yifan is not comparable to those people in terms of martial arts or mood, just now he ran all the way to the eighth floor, if he hadn't slowed down and ran directly to open the door, even Zhang Ning might not have been able to arrive before he saw the door, let alone those disciples.

"I knew I would have taken ......it myself" Liu Yifan was in a hurry, so he had no choice but to continue running, and when he reached the fifth layer, he met the disciple who was holding the key to the seventh layer and was also running.

"Zhang ......" Although the disciple wondered how Liu Yifan came down, he still planned to say hello.

As a result, he said a word, only to feel a flower in front of him, and then the key in his hand was taken away, and then the figure left a sentence "I'll open the door." And he hurried away again,

If this person hadn't given him the key just now and said this, this disciple would probably think that the other party was a traitor and had come to rob him of the key.

"What's the situation?!" This disciple was inexplicable, looking at each other with the same puzzled gaze as the people around him.

Doubts are doubts, things still need to be done, and the two hurriedly continued to run to the seventh floor where they should go.

But as soon as the two of them ran to the sixth floor, they saw that the guy who called them the young sect master's lady ran down again, his face looked very bad, and there was a faint murderous aura on his body.

The two disciples didn't dare to speak, but the other two people holding the key to the sixth layer reacted, and handed the key directly before the other party could speak.

Liu Yifan didn't say anything, silently took the key and opened the door on the sixth floor.

The scene inside the door was the same as the two floors he had seen before, except that the number of people had become more and it looked like there were nearly a hundred, making the huge room seem a little crowded.

"Wen Ji?"

Liu Yifan quickly searched for this figure in the crowd, and at the same time shouted softly again.

But some of them are still just bursts of cold in the house, and those inexplicable eyes, and these people who are freezing in the cold haven't even reacted to being rescued.

"Could it be that Wen Ji has been transferred?!" didn't even look at the third floor, which made Liu Yifan have to think of this possibility that he didn't want to happen.

"Could it be down there?" Liu Yifan knew that according to the style of Guan Ren in the Ice Purgatory, this possibility was very low.

Cai Yan's martial arts are not considered to be ifs, the three layers of six, seven or eight are all possible, if it is low, unless the other party completely abolishes Cai Yan's martial arts, it will be difficult to suppress it with the weakened cold qi.

Thinking like this, Liu Yifan's people have already run to the fifth layer.

The possibility is very low, it doesn't mean that it is impossible, but let alone the fifth layer, Liu Yifan has seen the first layer all the way down, and Cai Yan's figure is still not.

"How is it possible?!" Liu Yifan didn't believe that he was slow again.

He was worried about this kind of thing happening these days, and asked Sun Shangxiang and Zhang Ning to arrange for people to watch around the Ice Purgatory, and he didn't hear anything unusual here, no one was locked in or taken out.

When did the Seven Holy Sects transfer people?

Could it be that Cai Yan wasn't here in the first place, or maybe although her people were in Ice Hell City, the other party didn't lock her up in Ice Purgatory?

This thought made Liu Yifan's mind suddenly have a flash of inspiration.

"That's right! When you hear that someone has been taken to Ice Hell City, everyone will subconsciously feel that she will be imprisoned in Ice Purgatory, but at this time, if you do the opposite, no one will find out if you lock her up somewhere else!"

Liu Yifan patted his head and scolded himself for not thinking of such a simple psychological game, since Cai Yan was very important to the leader of the Seven Holy Sect, it was actually the safest to make this kind of arrangement.

Thinking that when he was looking for people everywhere in the Ice Hell City to join forces to rescue Cai Yan, he may have passed by the place where Cai Yan was really held more than once, Liu Yifan only felt as if Cai Yan had been robbed by someone in his own hands!

Unconsciously, Liu Yifan looked over layer by layer, hoping that everything was just thinking about himself, because he was blind and didn't see it just now, but when he reached the eighth floor, he knew that Cai Yan was really not here.

Now get out of here and look for it in the city?

Liu Yifan stood on the eighth floor and looked into the distance, he didn't do it.

Even if Cai Yan was still in the Ice Hell City before, with Zhao Yun and the others all fighting with the people of the Seven Holy Sect at this moment, they must have all been transferred to the Dao and didn't know where to go.

It seems that if he wants to find Cai Yan, he can only go to the outside of the plug.

Judging from the fact that the other party was so carefully detaining Cai Yan in Ice Hell City, Liu Yifan felt that the guards outside the fortress would inevitably be more stringent, not to mention that there was a Seven Holy Sect Leader there who didn't know the depth of martial arts.

Thinking that this person can be Lu Bu's master, that martial arts is not higher than the other party, at least it will not be much lower, this kind of person is not an opponent now.

And if he goes to Saiwai, it is not as good as now, he has the same purpose to help people from this cold and ice purgatory, but if he goes outside Saiwai, he can only rely on himself.

Let these people help him because of his arrangements and plans to get out of the ice purgatory?

Liu Yifan didn't have this idea, it was just fleeting.

After these people came out, from recovering their own strength, to reviving their sect and seeking revenge from the Seven Holy Sects, it could be said that there were too many things to do, and Liu Yifan didn't think anyone would help him at such a time.

As for scolding these people for not knowing how to be grateful, Liu Yifan never thought about it at all, if he hadn't always felt that Cai Yan was being imprisoned here, he wouldn't have cared about the lives of these people at all.

Besides, saving people is not something he does alone, he is at best a person who contributes more, maybe when these sects are stable, then he makes a few harmless requests, and it is estimated that the other party will agree.

Seeing the yellow turban wrestlers appearing one by one, and the porters who had been trapped for a long time and were unable to move, Liu Yifan was ready to leave and go to the outside of the plug.

There's nothing he can do here, and there's no one he needs to care about.

Now, Cai Yan needs him even more!

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