"Um, Senior Sister and Senior Brother, why are both of your clothes like this?"
The clothes of both men were tattered. One should know that the clan robes passed down by the emperor were made of special materials. It was rare to see their robes so tattered, as if they had just fled back from the battlefield in Syria.
Song Hansheng: “…” Damn.
Forgot to change clothes.
Ye Qiao's sudden 'modest' smile froze for a moment, and soon she calmed down and gathered her clothes, "This is our fashion. Junior brother, you are still young, you don't understand."
The inner sect disciple nodded blankly, "Then can I join your trend?" He has been longing for the world of direct teachings for a long time.
Song Hansheng choked for a moment, then nodded and uttered two words through gritted teeth: "Okay."
Song Hansheng and Ye Qiao maintained a calm expression in front of others, as if this was the trend among their own disciples, an alternative style that no one else could understand.
Then, with their backs turned to the crowd, the two looked at each other and their faces distorted.
Damn! Their fame!
Duan Yu looked at Song Hansheng's explanation pretending to be calm. He realized that the two of them must have experienced different beatings in the inheritance land, which caused their clothes to be torn like this.
As a result, after Ye Qiao's operation, it became a feature among the descendants?
The key is that Song Hansheng cooperated with her.
Duan Yu is a little bit hard to describe.
This generation's personal disciple finally went crazy again?
…
The team of Ye Qiao and Song Hansheng was doing very well, and the others were also carrying out rescue operations.
Watching Mu Chongxi's bloody action of killing one monster with one punch effortlessly, Su Zhuo was silent for a long time.
He looked deeply at the monster whose brains were nearly beaten out, "Mu Chongxi, what inheritance did you get from the inheritance land?"
It feels like it's getting more violent.
Mu Chongxi stretched out his hand, wondering, "Dragon clan, what's wrong?"
Su Zhuo quietly moved away from Mu Chongxi, fearing that if he made this man unhappy, he would punch him in the head.
Mu Chongxi was so careless that he didn't realize that Su Zhuo, who was working in the same group with him, was secretly afraid. He grabbed Su Zhuo and disdained that he ran too slowly. He stepped on the breeze and rushed into the battlefield impatiently.
With the talisman cultivator following him as an aid, the sword cultivator felt extremely comfortable. He watched the scene of a group of monsters besieging the cultivator. The fiery red sword inserted into the ground, bursting into violent flames. Wherever the bright sword spirit appeared, countless monsters were burned in the flames.
The light blue talisman fell to the ground and formed a protective shield, firmly trapping the monks inside.
"That's the Chaoxi Sword!" The cultivator who almost thought he was dead almost shed tears when he saw the sword. He knew Mu Chongxi, or to be more precise, he had seen the young man compete in the competition.
He is a descendant of Changmingzong and Yueqingzong.
Such scenes were also played out in many sects.
A group of direct disciples came down the mountain to rescue people. The monks who were rescued from various places were so excited that they survived the disaster.
"Those are our direct disciples in the cultivation world. Never call Chu Xingzhi a fool again. When he stood in front of us, I felt like a god descending to earth, and I almost cried."
"Zhou Xingyun and Ye Qinghan killed the demon king with that sword. For the first time, I understood why personal teaching is personal teaching when one is at the same level."
"Ye Qiao and Song Hansheng beat up eight demon kings. I've never felt that they were so brutal when working together."
"I used to hate the people of the Sword-Asking Sect. I thought they walked without looking at the road and looked down on ordinary cultivators. Until the moment I was saved by Zhu You, I felt that the disciples had their reasons for doing so!"
"It's great to go to the Wenjian Sect. Next time I will sign up to go to the Changming Sect."
*
After being busy for a whole half month, they barely managed to quell the chaos caused by the demon tribe in the territories near the Five Sects. But judging from the current situation, the Eight Great Sects are still not making any moves and are planning to play dead to the end.
With five sects contributing in the world of cultivation, there is naturally no need for the eight major sects to provide support.
Anyway, they don't need to recruit any disciples, nor do they need to consider how the outside cultivators view them. For the eight major families, the direct descendants with the purest bloodline are enough.
Qi Qi's act of pretending to be dead is disgusting enough.
"Under the current circumstances, the Eight Great Families will not lend anyone." Duan Yu took a deep look at the group of disciples who were lying on the ground exhausted, "We don't have enough manpower."
"Why didn't you recruit more monks?" Chu Xingzhi curled his lips. They were almost exhausted in the past half month. What's the point of being a direct disciple? Just be a dog.
The elder of Wenjian Sect kicked him and said, "Stand up straight. What's wrong with lying down?"
After staying in Changming Sect for a long time, even the disciples of Wenjian Sect, who always stood upright like Xiao Baiyang, all lay on the ground!
"We collected too many resources and there aren't enough to share." Elder Zhao glanced at them.
All the inner sect disciples had to stay behind to guard the vicinity of the five sects, and only the people from the eight great families could spare some manpower to go and provide support. Unfortunately, none of these families said a word, as if they had discussed it among themselves.
Ming Xuan seemed to be thinking: "Master and the others from the demon tribe haven't come back yet."
After clearing out the monsters that were wreaking havoc here, the main battlefield was still on the demon side. No one knew what their plans were, but they began to attack cities like crazy.
It was inevitable that the cultivators in the small city could not hold on, and all the inner disciples of the five sects stayed in the cities in their respective territories, leaving no one to support the cities near the demon clan.
It is far from enough to rely solely on the sect leader and a few elders.
No matter how powerful it is, it is impossible for it to appear in more than a dozen cities at the same time.
"To be honest." Ye Qiao listened for a long time and only concluded one thing: "You are not very good."
"How do you talk to the elder?" Duan Yu frowned and smashed down with the ruthless hammer.
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