Su Zhuo was silent for a moment: "We can't beat them."
Four people faced off against five people from the Sword Questioning Sect and were completely defeated.
“I hate these brainless sword practitioners the most.” Mingxuan muttered immediately afterwards.
It was unknown what these people were whispering about. Ye Qinghan had a hunch that something bad was going to happen, so he could not help but interrupt them coldly, "Either leave here, or don't blame me for being merciless."
Ming Xuan looked at him, put on a smile, folded his arms, and said lazily: "Yo yo yo Ye Qinghan, why didn't your beloved brother Song Hansheng come over? Did you two get separated?"
Ye Qinghan: “?”
He looked disgusted and said sternly, "What are you talking about?"
Who is Song Hansheng's beloved brother? !
Chu Xingzhi: "Why do you want to slander my senior brother's innocence? Do you want to die, Mingxuan?"
Mingxuan cleverly took a step back to avoid the sharp sword light, and in his backhand the talisman he had prepared flew over.
Say hello to each other as a familiar gesture and give each other two thumbs up to show friendliness.
The relationship between the five sects is as delicate as ever. This scene is very similar to the daily tit-for-tat in the secret realm. As expected, without the demons, they are each other's biggest enemies.
"Wow, they're fighting, so fast? He must be a disciple of the Sword Sect." Qi Yu couldn't help but pinch his brother next to him, "Can Ye Qiao and the others beat him?"
When they meet at this time, according to her experience of watching competitions, the brave one will naturally win.
Whoever wins deserves to stay.
"We can't beat them." Qi Lu said calmly, "Ye Qinghan alone is enough to crush them."
"Of course, this does not rule out Ye Qiao having some tricks up his sleeve."
He watched all five games, and even the individual competition in its entirety. To be honest, he still admired Ye Qinghan very much. Later, he made the tragic discovery that his idol kept losing against Ye Qiao.
Even during the competition, she used a curse to knock the stage flat.
Qi Lu touched his chin, "Ye Qinghan has a domain. It would be faster to open it as soon as possible to deal with them. But he didn't open it."
"That means maybe Ye Qiao also has it."
That would be interesting.
Judging from Ye Qinghan's expression, he didn't seem to know what system and type Ye Qiao's field was, which led to him staring at Ye Qiao the whole time, with great fear.
"Why do you want us to leave?" Ye Qiao smiled slightly, "Ye Qinghan, there are so many cultivators here, you have to think carefully."
Ye Qinghan's eyebrows twitched slightly, not understanding the meaning, "Stop talking nonsense." He knew Ye Qiao very well. The more she talked, the worse it would be. The fastest way to deal with her was to just do it.
But he was still afraid of her field, so he could only threaten her first, and then take action if threats didn't work.
"Okay, then don't blame me for using my ultimate move." Seeing that he was really adamant, Ye Qiao pulled out a photo stone from his mustard bag.
The young man held a sword in his hand, looking cold and unmoved. No matter how you looked at him, he seemed to be a genius who was aloof and otherworldly.
Ye Qiao opened the photo stone, ready to dodge Ye Qinghan's sword at any time, and smiled slightly, "That's right! You forced me to do this!"
After saying this, Ye Qiao crushed the photo stone, and with a serious look on his face, he pulled Qi Lu over to let the group of monks watch it up close:
"This is a specialty of our cultivation world, a woman's personal apparel."
The picture instantly zoomed in, and a group of sword cultivators were seen tearing open the skirt, jumping up, and then pulling out long swords from under the skirt. The person leading the group was none other than Ye Qinghan, a disciple of the cultivation world.
When Ye Qinghan saw the scene at the photo stone, his cold expression collapsed.
The monks all took a deep breath, stepped back a few steps, and gave the stage to this group of disciples.
Oh my god, I didn't expect that after the competition, these disciples would completely let go of their true nature and have so much fun in private.
When Qi Lu saw Ye Qinghan taking out a long sword from under her skirt, a thoughtful look appeared on her face for a few seconds.
His idol is dirty.
“…”
Ye Qinghan turned his head and noticed a group of monks retreating in unison. He clenched his fists and his face turned red with shame and anger.
Ahhh, he must kill this Ye Qiao! !
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