Facts have proved that Song Hansheng's talismans are much more serious than Ye Qiao's, and they are all lethal. The demon was hit by the talismans one after another, and his state became more and more manic, and the more anxious he was, the more flaws he revealed.
Mu Chongxi and Chu Xingzhi looked at each other, and immediately attacked his wound without mercy.
After seeing the power of his talisman, Ye Qiao also sighed and said sincerely: "Thank you for not killing me back then."
“…”
When Song Hansheng threw the talismans down, he also had to pay attention to the movements of those Nascent Souls to avoid being ambushed and knocked down.
Ming Xuan, who was setting up the formation below, cursed when he saw this: "Song Hansheng, damn it, your talisman exploded on me."
Song Hansheng: "..."
Si Miaoyan bit her lip as she watched these sword cultivators perform fancy shows. For the first time, she felt that these alchemy cultivators were so useless.
She stood with Xue Yu and sighed, "What can we do?"
Apart from being protected, I couldn't even help.
"Just watch." Liu Yun continued: "Without the mustard seed bag, we are now just a bunch of useless people."
It is important for people to know themselves.
"Don't say that." Xue Yu raised his head and dodged, avoiding the vines that attacked his face, and smiled slightly: "Although we look useless. But in fact, we are really useless."
Miaomiao's eyes flickered: "...Where is Ye Qiao? Since our big daddy can give swords to sword cultivators, maybe she also has the mustard seed bag for us alchemy cultivators."
As soon as the words fell.
"Third Senior Brother." After Ye Qiao threw all the sword cultivators' life swords to them, he immediately dug out Xue Yu's mustard seed bag from his domain and said, "Take it."
Just kidding, at this time, of course the mustard seed bag should be given to one’s own senior brother first.
Liu Yun: "???"
Miaomiao's eyes widened: "No way? It really is true."
When Si Miaoyan saw Xue Yu’s mustard seed bag, she was stunned: “What on earth was she doing?” They were both going to the secret realm, so why was her progress different from theirs every time?
——Damn it.
The audience outside the venue was also excited: "Fuck it, the gods have come down to earth, my Langlang!!"
"If this isn't a god coming down to earth to save the world, what is this? This is awesome, my goodness."
The mustard seed bag contained a bunch of things belonging to the disciples. Ye Qiao had not given it to Duan Hengdao before because he thought that in case their rescue attempt failed, it wouldn't be too bad with the mustard seed bag in hand.
"As expected of you." Xue Yu's eyes lit up. He took out his mustard seed bag and quickly divided all the pills together with the people from the Bishui Sect and threw them to the sword cultivators and talisman cultivators.
Ye Qiao rode the bird into the sky while throwing mustard seed bags frantically.
The talismans of Yueqing Sect, the elixirs of Bishui Sect, and the magical instruments of Chengfeng Sect are all in her hands.
All the disciples who saw it were stunned.
Chu Xingzhi: "The elixir of the Bishui Sect, the formation talisman of the Yueqing Sect, the magic weapon of the Chengfeng Sect, the sword tactics of the Wenjian Sect, damn it, Ye Qiao, you really deserve to die."
Ye Qiao raised his eyebrows: "We are just one street in the cultivation world, why don't you ask who the father is."
"I'm spineless. I'll just call you dad first out of respect." Duan Hengdao wailed, "Dad! Hurry up and give the mustard seed bag to our Chengfeng Sect." It was urgent.
"Give it to us Yueqing Sect first." Su Zhuo also began to clamor.
"Who do you think you are?" Liu Yun scolded without any hesitation, "Who will Ye Qiao's partner be in the third game? It's us Dan Xiu! We are her teammates."
Ye Qiao threw all the mustard seed bags into Xiaoqi's territory. She was very busy, distributing this and that. When she heard Duan Hengdao's words, Ye Qiao was of course not afraid of offending anyone, and rushed over without any hesitation: "Here he comes, sons, your father is here."
"..." Qin Huai slapped Duan Hengdao on the back of his head without any hesitation: "What a success."
Ye Qiao didn't waste time and threw the mustard seed bag to each sect, and only gave it to Yueqing Sect last. After Su Zhuo got the mustard seed bag, he looked up at Ye Qiao, pursed his lips, and said nothing.
"Now, it's time to test our cooperation."
Each talisman practitioner drew a large number of fire control talismans in case of emergency. Mingxuan ignited the talisman with his fingertips and looked at the flying vines. Seeing that several talisman practitioners wanted to throw them out, he hurriedly stopped them: "Wait!"
"Don't control it, just let it run."
Judging from Mingxuan’s experience of burning down the library with Ye Qiao, spiritual fire is more powerful when it runs rampant.
After all, when the spiritual fire is out of control, its speed is very crazy.
After hearing Mingxuan's words, several talisman practitioners hesitated for a moment, then moved their fingertips, causing the fire-control talisman to automatically pop up, and the entire interior wrapped by the vines was instantly in chaos.
When they looked up, they could see all kinds of spiritual fires floating above their heads, burning the surrounding net woven by vines like a prairie fire.
The demon saint's face turned pale: "Ye Qiao!!"
She was already mad with anger. What the wood-type spiritual root hated most was these fires. She had originally woven a net to catch all these people in one fell swoop, but Ye Qiao suddenly showed up halfway.
The reason why they are called direct disciples is that their strength and talent are one aspect, but the most important point is that these people are a group of resource dogs.
The mustard seed bag in Ye Qiao's hand solved everyone's urgent problem. The disciples who had been running around and dodging in it at first now had the courage to turn around and fight back.
There are dazzling patterns of various magical instruments, and he keeps taking drugs to prolong his life. All kinds of talismans are flying and exploding.
Who the hell can stand this?
It's a war of attrition, and even two Nascent Souls are a little overwhelmed.
These disciples can still take drugs when their spiritual energy is exhausted, but they have no elixirs. The pressure of the Demon Saint in the Nascent Soul stage dissipated and turned into an afterimage, which suddenly gathered in one palm and slapped Ye Qiao on the back.
With Ye Qiao's foundation-building cultivation, there was no way he could dodge it.
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