Master Tu Feng waved his blood-stained sword to urge him on.
Facing the blood-drinking sword, no disciple would not be afraid.
Yun Feimiao and the others had no choice but to fly their swords on their journey.
Because there was a huge difference in speed between the new and old disciples, Master Tu Feng felt that it was a waste of time to let Ye Zheng and others fly the sword slowly for the new disciples, so he simply let them practice on flying magic tools.
Now Yun Feimiao and the others were in even greater pain. Not only did they have to fly the swords with great effort, but they also had to watch their senior brothers and sisters enjoying themselves while riding on the flying swords.
Although their experience of riding the flying sword was not very pleasant, in order to match their speed, the flying sword flew very smoothly this time and did not accelerate suddenly. It seemed that the people on the flying sword were enjoying it very much.
Chu Xianning also felt that as a senior sister, it was not good for her to ignore her junior brothers and sisters. She should encourage them.
So she took out her beloved drum and tapped it gently.
When Ye Zheng and several men heard the drumbeats, they immediately ended their training and sat aside.
Mu Qinrou put on earplugs and continued to look down at the medical book.
Seeing that everyone on the flying sword was ready, Chu Xianning started beating the drum.
She played the prelude to a battle song, which was very inspiring.
Encouraged by this, Yun Feimiao and the others couldn't help but increase their sword-riding speed.
It was supposed to take half a day and a whole night to fly, but encouraged by Chu Xianning, they arrived at the Wanjian Sect in the middle of the night.
Chu Xianning was very satisfied with the result, while Gong Zhuo and Yan Yan were cursing in their hearts the whole time.
Yun Feimiao felt like he was about to collapse. His mind was blank and he couldn't even think of a curse word.
As soon as Chu Xianning stopped playing the drums, he immediately drank a bottle of medicine to restore his energy and spiritual power, and at the same time he did not forget to hand a bottle to Xie Yang.
Jiang Qingruo also fed herself a pill and stuffed one into Gong Zhuo's pocket as well.
Xie Fei looked to the left and then to the right, wondering whether handing medicine to people was a manifestation of solidarity and friendship among relatives and disciples.
But he thought that he had no shortage of pills anyway, so he simply handed one to Yan Yan.
Yan Yan was so frightened by his action that he jumped three feet away.
"What are you doing? Are you attracted to me?"
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