Ye Qiao dodged the vines and crushed a branch. "Which sect will I be training with next?"
The start was so friendly that she always felt like she was holding back on a big move.
As expected, Mingxuan said, "It's the Sword Sect. Be prepared. Those sword cultivators are not so easy to talk to."
Then they walked further inside, and the scene gradually changed, from a forest full of spiritual plants to cold stone pillars and ground. Both the atmosphere and the dead silence were very suitable for the sword cultivators who were destined to live alone for many years. It was pitch black inside, and Ye Qiao tried to burn a talisman, but was stopped by the elders.
Elder Zhao shook his head, "Don't be rude to the seniors."
There was no light at all, and it was pitch black ahead. They could only bite the bullet and push and shove each other to walk in front, until several figures suddenly appeared before their eyes, scaring everyone so much that some of them drew their swords, some held talismans, and took defensive actions.
However, no matter how fast they reacted, they were not as quick as the Sword-Asking Sect seniors stationed here. In almost the blink of an eye, all of them were kicked against the wall with a bang without exception.
"Shit." Ye Qiao moved his shoulder that was hurt from the fall, "What do you call this? Are you hitting your junior hard?"
Sure enough, her premonition was right.
The Bishui Sect was too gentle, and later on was so cruel that it caught people off guard.
Song Hansheng was thrown against the wall. He was most afraid of pain, so he naturally wouldn't go and get beaten. He looked at Ye Qinghan and said, "Tsk, your trial, hurry up and go."
Ye Qinghan understood without Song Hansheng's urging. He frowned, drew his sword and tried to rush forward again to fight with the figure. The figure threw a sword to him and it fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The young man restrained his expression, picked up the black sword, and realized that the other party wanted to fight a guiding battle.
Ye Qinghan picked up the black sword and just as he was about halfway through his sword swing, he froze in the next second. The figure's cold sword went straight to the boy's neck, and with a twist, it pinned Ye Qinghan down steadily. Ye Qinghan was slightly stunned, and raised his sword again, and kicked sideways to disperse the figure, and pierced the sword to the left of the figure.
The figure was like a ghost. He raised his hand and made the same sword style as him again, but his speed was simply beyond Ye Qinghan's reach. The sword flashed across the white light and easily split the black sword into two, and it would fall on his neck.
I’m afraid Ye Qinghan’s head and body are separated.
The boy maintained a cold expression on his expressionless face, but his fists were unconsciously clenched, looking quite unwilling.
Ye Qiao understood his reluctance, after all, the protagonist Long Aotian had never experienced a broken sword.
"Is this the Sword-Asking Sect's training? To sharpen one's character?"
Duan Hengdao folded his arms and said, "Almost the same. They have been so arrogant for so many years, and they have only been defeated by Ye Qiao. Other times, they were so arrogant that their parents would not recognize them. If they don't temper themselves, their mentality will inevitably be affected in the future."
Ye Qiao felt that this was not a good way to go. Judging from the situation, it seemed that they would not be able to get out for at least ten days or half a month. They were also anxious to see the training and inheritance left by their own sect.
She touched Song Hansheng, who was also leaning against the wall, with her arm and asked, "Can I borrow your Moonlight Arrow?"
Song Hansheng threw it to her, and Ye Qiao immediately took the Moonlight Arrow and wanted to assist Ye Qinghan and the others. If nothing else, the Moonlight Arrow was very suitable for interfering with the opponent's movements and attacks.
Ye Qiao's opponent was fighting a long-range war, which at least allowed the opponent to be distracted.
She stepped on a high place to draw the bow, let go to find a landing point, avoided a sword, and shot the spiritual arrow. However, she still underestimated the opponent's strength. The figure did not even look back, and the sword light flashed lightly, and all the legendary arrows that were transformed from moonlight were broken.
Grass.
Ye Qiao secretly thought that this was not good.
She turned around and wanted to run, but the figure wouldn't let her get away. He grabbed her by the collar and raised his fist, ready to beat up this junior.
As a result, a punch just came down.
"It hurts so much. I have internal injuries, Master." Ye Qiao wailed hypocritically twice. While the figure was confused, she quickly broke away from the other's hand, rolled on the ground, and began to hold her stomach and groan silently for a long time.
The figure was somewhat speechless.
Where did this rogue disciple come from?
He picked up the black sword and wanted to test the strength of this disciple.
Ye Qiao stood up and tried to fight with the senior using the Xuan Sword. She had just observed the senior's swordsmanship when Ye Qinghan was fighting with the other party. She had seen the real swordsmanship of the Sword Sect, but to be honest, her proficiency was not as good as Ye Qinghan's.
Ye Qinghan couldn't be faster, so Ye Qiao naturally had no chance either.
If you want to hold out longer, you can only dodge and take the enemy by surprise.
He used the starting stance of the Sword-Asking Sect and the Changming Sect's sword stance when dropping the sword. Although this move was not very clever, it was disgusting. The figure was stunned for a few seconds.
He knows both the sword techniques of the Wenjian Sect and the Changming Sect. This little bastard is quite creative.
The figure beat people really hard, either chopping with a sword or hitting with fists. Ye Qiao couldn't bear it anymore and wailed every time he was hit.
The figure couldn't bear it anymore: "...You scream again?"
Ye Qiao: “Ah!”
Figure: “…” Damn it.
He hit the man hard, and although it was a guidance battle, he had to admit that this disciple was a good prospect. After patiently finishing the guidance battle, he finally couldn't stand it anymore.
Apparently, the Sword-Wen Sect was full of people with bad tempers. The senior who had always maintained a cool demeanor saw her howling like a possessed woman, and finally kicked her. He could no longer bear it and uttered one word:
"roll."
At the same time, a white mark appeared on her wrist. Then the dishonest Ye Qiao was mercilessly beaten out by the senior.
She didn't want to be beaten for nothing, so she had to end it quickly if possible. Ye Qiao was not a stubborn person.
"...You are such a talented person." Chu Xingzhi got up, convinced and made his senior so angry that he even spoke.
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