"Do you really want to take them all back?"

The disciple couldn't help asking, after all, this is 1600 martial artists, accounting for more than half of their total number. It's a big move to let them go home.

But ye Ziheng's answer is quite positive.

"It's no use staying here, except for those who can shoot, all of them will be dismissed, from where to where, back and forth."

The disciple nodded with a heavy face. Since ye Ziheng had been so sure, he could only harden his head.

"Don't worry, it's my decision. All the consequences are my own responsibility. I'm responsible for what happened."

Ye Ziheng said again.

But the disciple only counted his head after listening, and still pondered there for a long time. After a long time, he finally pressed the dial key severely.

"Hey, count how many of our people can do archery, and then count. Those of the first and second grade who can't bow and shoot will be dismissed. Let them go back. "

Then, there was a voice of angry swearing over the phone, and ye Ziheng heard some faintly.

"Shit! You have a brain disease! Dismissals, more than 1600 people you want to dismember, the majority of the combat power, said not to do, why don't you go to heaven

But the disciple didn't rush to call back the person over there, but waited for him to scold almost, after scolding stopped, said slowly.

"That's what elder martial brother means."

After listening to this, the phone was silent for a while, but it didn't agree, but said.

"First, I will count the number of people who can do archery. As for the dismission, I'd better wait for you to come back and talk about it in detail."

After hearing this, the disciple turned to ye Ziheng, who nodded and said nothing more.

"Well, that's it. We'll be back in ten minutes."

It didn't take long for the phone to hang up.

Ye Ziheng, on the other hand, closed his eyes and reclined quietly on his back, thinking.

This time, more than 3000 martial artists were gathered directly by the disciples of the cult. Although many of them should be low-level martial artists below the third level, it seems that there is something wrong with the sudden gathering of so many martial artists.

Heretic disciples had been hiding in the dark before, and they were very careful. This time, they brought 3000 people directly, which seemed to be a little flashy.

In ye Ziheng's view, there are only two possibilities for the cult to gather so many people this time: first, to plot a big secret that cannot be told; second, it is a trap to attract their attention.

Ye Ziheng is more inclined to the latter of the two possibilities, because if there is any hidden secret, then these heretic martial artists should be more careful and more secretive to plan all this, rather than directly let so many people gather in one place to attract their attention.

But even if they knew it might be a scam, ye Ziheng had to go, because they had no other choice.

His task is to exterminate these heresy fighters. Whether they are really engaged in some unknown plot or simply to attract ye Ziheng to their past, ye Ziheng must take people to the past and kill none of them.

But in case he is not killed here, ye Ziheng feels it is necessary to make some preparations in advance.