At the same time, Ye Qiao had also come face to face with the group of monsters. In her mind, she kept recalling the momentum when her fourth senior brother swung the sword. She stepped on the breeze to speed up and quickly dodged the locusts flying towards her.
There was no way to escape being caught, but Ye Qiao's expression remained unchanged. She used her wrist to cut off the hilt of the sword immediately, and her body rolled down. It roared and opened its mouth wide to swallow her into its stomach.
Ye Qiao pushed hard to get up from the ground, but was still swept by the wings and knocked to the ground. Seeing that it was about to pounce on him again, the black sword in his hand slashed in the direction of its pounce.
The gentle sword wind fell on the monster like a sharp blade, penetrating into its hard flesh. The monster opened its mouth and let out a wail, struggling more violently.
Ye Qiao poked the tip of the sword hard into its soft belly. Fearing that it would not die, he punched it twice more.
He fought tirelessly over and over again, constantly adjusting his wrong postures, and he didn't even realize that the sword in his hand was gradually getting faster and lighter.
Like the wind and like a knife, it instantly penetrated into the group of monsters and stabbed the huge yellow beast in the belly, causing it to fall to the ground and bleed profusely.
Ye Qiao was so tired that he bent over and gasped for breath, and his whole body felt refreshed, although his power could not reach that of Mu Chongxi who killed dozens of monsters with one sword.
But she had already learned the sword style about 70% of the time.
Xue Yu was secretly surprised when he saw this scene. He praised her for a rare moment, "You've adapted well. Including the time you spent in the outer sect, you've been in the sect for less than half a year. In just a few months, you can use the first move of Qingfeng Jue to 70% or 80%. Your talent in swordsmanship seems to be no less than yours."
What Xue Yu couldn't understand was that if he could really comprehend the first move of Qingfeng Jue, then why did his junior sister's performance in the outer sect always hover in the middle?
Mu Chongxi fell into deep thought, doubting his life.
After a long pause, he spoke with difficulty, "But the problem is... Junior Sister hasn't had time to learn the first move of Qingfeng Jue yet."
During the two months of classes, Elder Duan only let Ye Qiao learn the basics of Stepping on the Qingfeng, and he didn't have time to teach him the first sword move of Qingfeng Jue.
Ye Qiao learned the basic sword moves of Qing Feng Jue after watching it once. However, he was afraid of being noticed, so he just went through the motions during the test and didn't have a chance to practice it completely.
Duan Yu had not had the time to teach other sword styles. Ye Qiao knew that this was a good opportunity to practice. The principle she had always followed, both before the time travel and now, was: learn if you can, and give up if you can't.
Fortunately, the things I have learned so far are basically not difficult.
Song Hansheng looked at Ye Qiao's figure constantly shuttling among the group of monsters, his eyes darkened slightly. Ever since he knew that this group of people were the direct disciples of Chang Mingzong, he had to pay attention to these people.
In future competitions, they will be Yueqing Sect’s opponents.
Especially the girl who was fighting with the monster, he was very good at judging people and knew that her talent was definitely not bad.
As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle. Song Hansheng was thick-skinned enough, as if the previous friction did not exist. He walked in front of Mingxuan and tried to find out information in a roundabout way.
"Where did you find this disciple from in Changming Sect? Is he a sword cultivator?"
Mingxuan was shocked by his shamelessness. To be honest, the Changming Sect and the Yueqing Sect were not familiar with each other, especially since he had just ambushed his junior sister. He curled his lips and was about to curse Song Hansheng, but was stopped by Xue Yu.
Xue Yu smiled slightly: "She is not as talented as your little sister." He said in a gentle voice: "Ye Qiao is the little sister we picked up from the outer sect."
"It's not comparable to those with top-grade spiritual roots. At best, it's just that the memory is a little better." Xue Yu lowered his head and pondered for a moment as if seriously: "It's just the level of photographic memory."
Su Zhuo was confused.
Ye, Ye Qiao... ?
Is it a coincidence that they have the same name?
He vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
Come to think of it, that girl's voice is really similar to Second Senior Sister's.
After the Second Senior Sister went down the mountain, there was no news at all. Moreover, with her talent, she could at most be an inner disciple in a small sect. Su Zhuo never thought about Ye Qiao from beginning to end.
But now, it seems that he can no longer disbelieve it.
How could there be so many coincidences? Same voice, same name, and both are sword cultivators.
Yun Que's pupils trembled slightly, and he was caught off guard by the news.
She had seen Ye Qiao's face before, and it was indeed the Second Senior Sister...
Yun Que's voice was a little weak. She pursed her lips and asked tentatively, "Is Senior Sister Ye Qiao also a direct disciple of Chang Ming Sect?"
"Who else do you think can let us call you Junior Sister?" Ming Xuan asked in surprise. Then he looked at Yun Que's glance that seemed to be unwilling and he chuckled, "No way, no way, you don't really think being a direct disciple is such a great status, do you?"
Yun Que indeed thought so, or rather, she simply could not accept that a person who was inferior to her in every way could suddenly become the same as herself and become her personal disciple.
Her eyes were a little evasive, "Brother Mingxuan, why are you so aggressive? I'm just asking."
Ming Xuan spread his hands with a half-smile: "If you think so, then I can't help it."
These words caused an uproar.
The casual cultivators who had already squatted down outside the barrier to watch the show and were eating melon seeds were stunned when they heard these words.
"The direct descendant of Changming Sect? Are these big sects crazy? They are flocking to the small secret realm one after another."
"I know all four of Mu Chongxi's disciples, but where did this little junior sister come from?"
"He must be a new recruit. He has been so quiet and low-key. I just found out now that Changming Sect is also accepting disciples."
"But isn't Changming Sect known for being a kind and good person? How could they do something like occupying the medicinal fields...?"
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