When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

Just when Lan Wangji was restrained by others, Wen Chao slapped Lan Wangji with a palm. Lan Wangji took several steps back and barely managed to stabilize his body.

Wei Wuxian caught the man and looked at the faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. Wei Wuxian asked, “Lan Zhan, how are you?”

Lan Wangji felt the spiritual power in his body, and he didn't know when it started to flow, but it was a little suffocated. He stood up straight without saying a word, and wiped the corner of his mouth: "Nothing."

Wei WuXian felt extremely distressed upon seeing this.

Wen Chao was still provoking them: "Even Han Guangjun is no better than this. What, are you two planning to become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks today?"

Wei Wuxian couldn't stand it anymore. Even though he didn't bring the magic sword, it didn't mean he could be slaughtered at will.

Wei Wuxian took out the flute from his Qiankun bag and placed it to his lips.

Lan Wangji said, “Don’t.”

Lan Wangji had no time to stop it before a rapid and cold tune had already leaked out.

The sound of the flute swept past, and suddenly the ground beneath their feet began to shake.

Several hands quickly stretched out from the ground, grabbed the monk's ankles, and dragged him underground.

Another dozen ferocious zombies came out, grabbed people and started roaring and biting.

Those people screamed instantly.

At this moment, in the chaos, Wen Chao took the opportunity to jump onto a high rock. He was holding something in his hand that emitted a dazzling red light in the extremely strange night.

Soon, dozens or nearly a hundred zombies suddenly appeared in the place where there were originally only a dozen zombies.

Wei Wuxian was sure that these evil corpses were not summoned by him.

While driving the corpses away, Wei Wuxian saw clearly that Wen Chao was holding the same stone that had appeared in Nancheng, except that this one had been refined more successfully and was more powerful.

There was no time to think about what Wen Chao's purpose was. More and more corpses were pouring out from the ground. Wei Wuxian even wondered if there was another mass grave under their feet, otherwise why would so many corpses crawl out at once.

While killing, Wei Wuxian found a slightly familiar figure among the many corpses.

Wei WuXian understood that these people were the unsuccessful products of Wen Chao's continuous capture of living people and making zombies out of them in the past few years.

Wen Chao buried all their bodies here.

Wei WuXian cursed, “How cruel!”

Soon, before the matter on their side was completely resolved, shrill screams were heard in the distance, and it was not just their side that had zombies appearing.

Looking back at Wen Chao's position, there was no one there.

At the moment, saving people is more important than chasing Wen Chao. Fortunately, the evil zombies called out by Wei Wuxian still listen to him. At Wei Wuxian's command, the zombies swarmed over to find the source of the scream.

At this time, Wei Wuxian also noticed something was wrong with Lan Wangji, and his steps seemed very unsteady: "Lan Zhan, are you okay?"

Lan Wangji calmed himself down and said, "No problem."

Lan Wangji was still thinking about the wound on Wei Wuxian's arm, so he took out a clean handkerchief and bandaged it.

Wei WuXian said, “Go save them.”

Lan Wangji nodded, and when the two returned to the venue, the situation was in complete chaos. No one had a magic sword in their hands, so they could only deal with the evil corpses with bare hands.

But how can human flesh and blood compare to the corpses that are not afraid of swords and pain? They can only be slaughtered like fish on the chopping board.

Many disciples of the family were injured, but fortunately, people outside received the information in time.

The zombie tide is not particularly large.

Those who come here to participate in the grand gathering of elegant conversation and archery competition are the future successors of the hundreds of immortal schools. It is conceivable what kind of problems will occur and what consequences will arise.

The zombie horde was quickly suppressed.

The surroundings were filled with the panicked breathing of survivors, and each of the noble families had sent people to search the area to see if there were any fish that had escaped the net.

A relatively flat and open stone area where everyone gathered.

Jiang Fengmian came to Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng to inquire about the situation.

The other noble families were doing the same, making a lot of noise.

Nie Huaisang was crying to his elder brother...

Amidst the chaos, a heart-wrenching cry suddenly came from a corner: "Son! My son!!"

Everyone went over to check and saw that the man was Zhao Zongzhu from Jeju.

After learning more about the situation, he learned that his son had half of his arm bitten off by the zombie while fighting with his bare hands. Although he survived, his right hand being disabled basically makes him a useless person for a cultivator.

Sect Leader Zhao cried so heartbrokenly that anyone who heard his cry would be heartbroken and cry.

Many people came forward to comfort him, and Sect Master Zhao cried and almost went into a state of stress and mania. He put down his son who was unconscious due to blood loss, pushed through the crowd and rushed to Wen Xu, but the cultivators of the Wen family directly blocked him.

At this time, Sect Leader Zhao didn't care about anything else. When he couldn't find anyone, he started to point at Wen Xu's nose and scold him, saying what kind of discussion meeting he was holding, why a fierce corpse suddenly appeared at the archery site, and if he didn't have the ability, he shouldn't hold it, and he wanted him to pay for his son's life...

Wen Xu's eyes lightly swept over the man without showing any extra reaction on his face. Some people stepped forward to stop the fight, but they were all pushed away by Sect Master Zhao.

No one can remain calm after suddenly losing a beloved child.

Sect Leader Zhao cursed with many ugly words in succession. Just when he said that he would be irreconcilable with the Wen Clan of Qishan in the future and cursed them to die a miserable death, a sudden voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Master Zhao, you are the master of a sect, but now you are cursing in front of everyone like a shrew. Is this acceptable?"

It was Wen Chao. He had just escaped and appeared out of nowhere, walking around as if nothing had happened. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji stared at him warily to prevent him from doing anything unnoticed in the crowd.

When he saw the person coming, Sect Leader Zhao immediately walked over and started to curse him as well.

Wen Chao grabbed Sect Leader Zhao by the neck and lifted him up.

From outside the crowd to inside the crowd, many people did not see how Wen Chao came over, his speed was so fast that it was astonishing.

Sect Leader Zhao was struggling under his hands. The disciples of the Zhao Family surrounded him. The monks of the Wen Family drew their swords and confronted them. It seemed as if a fight was about to break out.

Qing Hengjun said, "Calm down, let him go first."

If you pinch me any further, someone will die.

"Since Lord Lan has spoken, I will give him some face and let you go this time."

Wen Chao smiled and let go, patting Sect Master Zhao on the shoulder. He was telling him and others, "If I hear anyone speak ill of our Qishan Wen Sect again, I don't mind teaching that person a lesson."

No one had expected his behavior. Although he looked smiling, his tone was fierce and his spirit seemed very radical. One could even say that there was a sense of madness that was about to erupt from his calmness.