"The best plan is not to plan" Huo Tianqing looked at Li Qiushui and spit out a few words.

"What?!" As soon as Huo Tianqing's words came out, he immediately shocked everyone present, and Li Qiushui lost his temper and even broke a unicorn carving on the seat.

Ignoring the shocked reactions of several people, Huo Tianqing talked eloquently: "We are a group of four people, all of them are ranked at the top of the master, instead of sneaking in, it is better to worship the mountain gate openly, if they are afraid of our strength and take the initiative to release the fourth brother, it is really not good, it is not too late for us to use force, if we really fight, although our chances of winning are not high, it is enough for them to drink a pot." Besides, with our strength, we can't beat it, and we can retreat."

"Third brother, didn't you explain that the sect is a place where the dragon and the tiger are hidden, and you can't trespass?" Qiao Feng asked in amazement.

"Well, this, that's mainly to make you vigilant, although the Ming Sect is powerful, but after all, it is a sect with deep roots, there are four of us, and we have nothing to worry about, it should be them, not us, so the possibility of our success in this trip is still very great!" Huo Tianqing explained with some embarrassment.

"So, you said so many alarmist things before just to fool me!" Qiao Feng narrowed his eyes, and a cold light suddenly appeared, staring at Huo Tianqing coldly.

Huo Tianqing shrank his head, glanced at Qiao Feng with a wincing look, and said, "Okay, that's the plan, let's go back and prepare quickly" After speaking, Huo Tianqing smeared oil on the soles of his feet with lightning speed, and slipped away.

Qiao Feng and the three of them sat in place and gritted their teeth, looking at the empty door and screaming: "Huo Tianqing!"

......

Early in the morning of the second day, Huo Tianqing and his entourage were ready to go, looking at Kunlun Mountain in the distance, and their hearts were surging.

"Go" Huo Tianqing gave a command, and the rescue operation began.

In a short meeting, everyone unanimously agreed that Huo Tianqing would be the commander of the Battle of Kunlun and lead the entire team.

This team, which represents the top combat power of the Central Plains, led by Huo Tianqing, the number one master in the Central Plains at that time, set off towards Kunlun Mountain, an unknown and dangerous place!

Mingjiao, top combat power, according to Huo Tianqing's estimate, should be around six people, except for some of the top combat power, Qiao Feng and Xu Zhu should barely be able to maintain undefeated with one enemy and two, Huo Tianqing is against one or two sub-legendary masters that may exist in Mingjiao, Li Qiushui should not have much problem fighting against a top combat power, plus some other small minions of Mingjiao, in this way, Huo Tianqing and a few people can still account for forty percent of the winning rate!

However, even so, Huo Tianqing's plan for this trip is already confident, after all, although the Mingjiao is numerous, Huo Tianqing and the four of them are not going to overthrow the entire Mingjiao, his purpose is just to make the people of the Mingjiao feel threatened and take the initiative to release Duan Yu, so that the purpose of several people has been achieved. Four top-level masters, used to threaten the Ming Sect, is enough! What's more, there is also a sub-legendary-level master here, the first in the world among the known masters!

Kunlun, Guangming Ding, underground prison.

Shu Qingruo was wearing a bright red dress, and her slender figure twisted with a strange rhythm, and came to Duan Yu's side.

At this time, Duan Yu was already in a mess, his body was covered with various wounds, and two iron chains made of stainless steel with the thickness of his arms penetrated his pipa bone from under his armpits, and were firmly tied to the copper wall behind him.

"What's the matter, he still hasn't recruited?" Shu Qingruo stared at the guard disciple next to him with a frosty expression.

"Miss Hui, no," the disciple bowed his head and said.

Shu Qingruo slapped the disciple with a cold snort of "waste" with a cold face, loaded it on the seat behind him, and smashed the seat to pieces, while the disciple fell to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and then lay motionless on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead!