On the other side, the disciples who had fled separately scattered like birds and beasts.
Zhou Xingyun and Xue Yu ran together. All the sword cultivators’ natal swords were in the mustard seed bag, which was the most stomach-wrenching thing.
People outside the venue gathered around other sects and began to point fingers:
"Ye Qiao has a mustard bag."
"She should have given it to Duan Hengdao in the first place. And then to those who were taught by her. At least with the mustard seed bag, there is a chance to fight back."
At least the situation won't be so one-sided.
"But what if the horizontal sword plan fails? The mustard seed bag will be sent back to the demons? She is the best option. At least it can ensure that the mustard seed bag will not be taken away by the demons."
The disciples were all running for their lives, and no one knew that Ye Qiao had the mustard seed bag in his hand. Besides, it had been so long, and Ye Qiao should have already gotten out.
"At least one person from our sect escaped." Mingxuan panted and scattered the few talismans he had on him.
At least they weren't wiped out.
"I don't know if my father will buy me the most expensive grave when I die."
Xue Yu glanced at him and said, "Don't think about it. You're dead anyway. Rest in peace."
"You are so mean." Mu Chongxi said with a sigh, "Why do you want to crush the boy's last wish?"
After discussing for a while, several sword cultivators finally decided to stop the two Nascent Souls and let the other disciples run away.
"The talisman cultivators stay." Ye Qinghan said, "Throw whatever talismans you have, and quickly set up the formation. Let the alchemy cultivators and weapon cultivators go first."
Everything that can be used by alchemists and weapon cultivators is in the mustard seed bag, so there is no point in leaving them.
The talisman cultivator can still stay and set up the formation.
Yun Que subconsciously wanted to run after him, but was ruthlessly pulled back by Ming Xuan. The young man raised his clear voice slightly, and stared at her with his peach blossom eyes, "Why are you running? Aren't you a talisman cultivator?"
"Who wants to die with you!" Yun Que's emotions were completely out of control, "Why should I stay?"
"You didn't have this kind of self-sacrifice before you became a direct disciple, so why would you be a direct disciple?" Chu Xingzhi sneered, "This is the world of cultivation."
Yun Que bit her lip and held back her tears. "What about Ye Qiao? She ran away, why can't you allow me to run! She used to run faster than anyone else, why are you only blaming me?" She felt so wronged. People are selfish, why should she be asked to make selfless contributions.
Chu Xingzhi choked slightly for a moment.
"Why didn't she run if she could?" Shen Ziwei was stunned, "Besides, who told you that Ye Qiao ran away?"
This is a huge misunderstanding.
*
Unable to find a way to fly up for the time being, the two could only continue walking inside and try to see if there was a way out.
Ye Qiao: "There are so many dry bones. It seems that many people died."
"They should all be independent cultivators." When Song Hansheng said this, his words were full of disdain for independent cultivators.
Ye Qiao was speechless: "At this time, please put away your class discrimination, thank you."
Song Hansheng snorted coldly.
Ye Qiao stretched out his hand and pulled over the KFC that had jumped down with him.
The duo looked at each other and set their sights on the only phoenix that could fly up unhindered.
"Hi, hi, hi, KFC." Ye Qiao looked at it with sparkling eyes: "Can you become a little bigger and take us up there?"
It looked at Ye Qiao with a look that said "Are you crazy?"
You can tell with your toes that this is impossible.
KFC is small in size, and two people might just crush it down. Others might not think of riding a monster to fly. After all, a mount and a monster are different. Facts have proved that practice makes perfect. Although Ye Qiao is often led up and down by the red bird, she also used her own cool operations to tell everyone.
You can really ride a monster and fly.
Ye Qiao touched his chin and began to think of other ways to get out. "Since there are monsters like spiders, I guess there must be other monsters here."
Song Hansheng had a blank expression on his face and said coldly: "Just tell me what you want to do?" After all, they had been hurting each other for so long, and nothing good would happen when Ye Qiao spoke.
"How about this, we divide the work." Ye Qiao put his hands behind his back and smiled slightly: "You set up the formation to protect me, and I will use the bamboo shoots to attract those monsters over. I will pick the one that can take us up, and the others will be dealt with on the spot."
"How about it?"
Song Han laughed angrily, "Are you here in the harem choosing a concubine?"
Also pick a monster.
But I have to say that this method is feasible.
*
"No, what are those disciples of Chang Ming Sect doing?"
"The numbers on the Changming Sect's jade slips are moving."
Who did it?
They were all caught on the first day, and until now all the disciples have been busy fleeing. The numbers have not moved for a long time. As a result, when everyone was worried about the situation of these children, the numbers moved strangely.
Chang Mingzong's numbers soared directly to the first place.
The number of monsters in the Wenjian Sect, which was ranked first, was about one hundred. The number of monsters in the Changming Sect was fourth before, and they had sixty, making it an even number. It was obvious who did it.
Now Changming Sect is firmly in first place, and there is a growing trend.
Are you crazy?
Which descendant is so reckless that he would escape and have the time to deal with monsters.
At the bottom of the cliff, the moment the bamboo shoots were taken out, monsters swarmed over in a moment.
As expected, their cultivation bases were not high, and they all looked strange. Ye Qiao frowned, "Did they grow randomly in a place like this where no one can see them?"
Song Hansheng didn't get this kind of joke. He said coldly, "Stop talking nonsense and pick your choice quickly."
"This?" Ye Qiao clicked his tongue and pointed at a green bird not far away.
"Too fat."
Ye Qiao: "The black one?"
“Too ugly.”
Ye Qiao: "You have so many things to do."
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