"It's not your disciple who is in trouble." Qin Fanfan was also very anxious, and his little disciple was different.
The world of cultivation places great emphasis on talent, especially spiritual roots. Ye Qiao's spiritual roots are among the few of heavenly quality. With three levels of cultivation and heavenly quality, if something really happens to her, I'm afraid the world of cultivation will be in turmoil.
Elder Duan was still trying to remain calm, "Let's take a look at the other sects. Their image stones are also broken now."
There is no picture of what happened after the fall.
Qin Fanfan took a deep breath and could only hope that the child would be smarter and stay alive with Song Hansheng and wait for them to rescue them.
Ye Qiao, who was unaware of the turmoil outside, found the mustard seed bag he had obtained earlier came in handy the moment he and Song Hansheng fell.
The defensive weapon was an umbrella. After unfolding it, she grasped the umbrella handle and pulled Song Hansheng at the same time. The two of them were originally falling down at a fast speed, but then they slowed down and finally landed slowly and safely on the ground.
It was a close call.
Ye Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. She was confident that she could capture Song Hansheng. With so many mustard seed bags passed down from generation to generation in her hands, there would basically be no major problems.
He fell rapidly from the cliff, and his spiritual energy was completely devoured by the miasma at the bottom of the cliff. Song Hansheng could not wield a sword, and he did not have any magic weapon to protect himself. If Ye Qiao had not grabbed him in time and used a magic weapon to land smoothly, the result of falling would have been no trace left.
Song Hansheng's back was covered with cold sweat. Looking at Ye Qiao who was leading the way in front of him, the young man was still in shock. He had just recovered from the brink of life and death. His tone was a little dazed, and he said slowly after a while: "Ye Qiao."
"Thanks."
“…”
Ye Qiao, who was looking at the surrounding environment, turned around and raised his eyebrows slightly. Song Hansheng, who was so kind as to look down on others, actually said thank you?
"It's okay. You helped me just now." She replied while using the bamboo shoots to clear a way.
Song Hansheng pursed his lips, followed her steps, and explained: "I thought you wouldn't save me just now." He was so shocked that he could hardly recover.
The two of them didn't talk about the competition, and they also had grudges in the small secret realm. Song Hansheng didn't expect her to come here.
If Ye Qiao hesitated for even a moment, he would fall down and be smashed to pieces.
Ye Qiao thought for a moment, "When I was fighting with that demon saint just now, you could have chosen not to come out."
Since Song Hansheng did not choose to escape, Ye Qiao naturally could not just watch him fall.
It was a rare occasion for the two of them to meet without any sarcasm. Song Hansheng remembered the magic weapon she had used to hold him back just now, and asked casually, "Where did you get this umbrella?"
Chang Ming Zong probably doesn’t have the money to buy the magic weapon, or did Ye Qiao buy it at a huge cost himself?
Ye Qiao was stunned: "Oh."
"You mean this?" She shook it. "I found it in Duan Hengdao's mustard seed bag."
She had returned Chen Ziwei's mustard seed bag to Ye Qiao when he left, but she hadn't given Duan Hengdao's yet. She was planning to return it after rescuing the people, but she didn't expect that before she could return it to them, she and Song Hansheng ended up in this damn place.
Song Hansheng: "..."
He was silent for a moment, then found his own bag from the mustard bag in Ye Qiao's hand accurately. He pointed at the bags and said word by word: "So, you went to steal again?"
Ye Qiao smiled: "Don't say that. If I don't take it, you can't get it either."
It was heartbreaking, but Song Hansheng had nothing to say. If Ye Qiao hadn't gotten so many mustard seed bags, he would have died at the bottom of this bottomless cliff.
There were masses of black mist all around. Ye Qiao could feel the mist trying to get into her body and devour the spiritual energy in her dantian. After a while, she felt a little tired and frowned: "This mass of mist will devour the spiritual energy in my body."
Song Han cursed in a low voice, full of disgust: "What the hell is this place?"
The sound of dripping water was full of filth. Song Hansheng was a little depressed, and his tone was filled with a bit of disgust that could not be concealed: "I will never come to this kind of damn place again in my life."
Dirty, cold, and eerie.
How could there be such a place in the secret realm?
Ye Qiao ignored his beeping and observed the fog running around. He fumbled for the defensive magic weapon in Duan Hengdao's mustard bag, figured out how to use it and activated it manually. The two of them stood back to back, covered by a protective layer.
"How long can this magic weapon last?" Ye Qiao had no knowledge of magic weapons.
Song Hansheng took a look and roughly estimated it, curling his lips and saying disdainfully: "A quarter of an hour. The useless disciples of Chengfeng Sect, who have studied so many defensive magic weapons, are only at this level."
"..." Ye Qiao suddenly felt that there was a reason why Song Hansheng could offend every disciple of the sect equally.
This was the most harmonious moment for the two of them, but this harmony could not last long. The magic weapon shattered for a moment, and the mist gathered again, rushing towards them, as if it wanted to swallow them all up.
Song Hansheng was well prepared. He activated the formation he had set up in advance, covering the two of them inside and blocking most of the attacks. He thought they were safe, but after a while, long and thin spider silk suddenly hit the formation barrier.
Ye Qiao: “Fuck.”
The eight-legged spider had blood-red eyes, staring at the two of them quietly, like a ferocious beast quietly hunting, ready to pounce on them in the next second.
After Ye Qiao experienced the ugly monster in the Nascent Soul stage, it no longer disgusted her. "Why is there such a thing under the cliff?"
The rolling evil spirits and all kinds of evil things.
Song Hansheng was not like her who played slackers all day and skipped classes. His voice was faint and he spoke quickly: "Every secret realm has this. There is this kind of evil energy gathered at the bottom of the cliff, which allows these things to survive."
This kind of evil creature can only grow in places like the bottom of a cliff. If Ye Qiao did not have the mustard seed bag passed down by a relative of the Bishui Sect, which contained elixirs that could replenish spiritual energy, then the only thing waiting for them would be death.
Song Hansheng really couldn't help but sigh, she was really coquettish, who stole the mustard bag, the key really came in handy, if someone else came to save him today, the two of them would end up waiting to die together.
As they walked, they caught a glimpse of many scattered white bones along the way.
Song Hansheng quickened his pace, "We have to find a way out."
Otherwise, their end will be the same as that pile of bones.
Ye Qiao hesitated for a moment and said, "Let me try flying the sword."
After she finished speaking, she threw the bamboo shoot to the ground, adjusted her posture and stood on it, and soon the stick flew up.
Ye Qiao's eyes lit up and just when he was about to call Song Hansheng to come up together, he suddenly lost control halfway and was thrown off.
Ye Qiao fell to the ground in a panic, forming a human shape.
She howled in pain and lay on the ground to calm down for a moment. Well, as expected, she couldn't fly up with the sword.
If it could really fly up, I'm afraid the owners of those human skeletons would have already left.
Song Han said disdainfully: "You can't control it, let me do it."
He also began to skillfully imitate Ye Qiao. He reached out his hand and found a flying magic weapon from Duan Hengdao's mustard bag. He put it on and tried to get out from under the cliff.
Finally, Song Hansheng, who fell down in the same way as Ye Qiao, calmed down: "Neither magic weapons nor flying swords can work, do we have to fly up by ourselves?"
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