"Ah, you are not independent cultivators?" Duan Hengdao was surprised: "I thought you were independent cultivators who went out to gain experience."
"Stop chatting." Ye Qiao shouted, "They are catching up."
Not only sword cultivators but also talisman cultivators were chasing them.
Although talisman cultivators are not suitable for fighting, the most troublesome things are the formations that are hard to defend against. Coincidentally, none of the people understands formations.
The Changming Sect only had talismans but no records about formations. While being chased, Ye Qiao thought that when he returned, he would carefully read the talisman book given by Song Hansheng and study how to use talismans to set up formations.
Ye Qinghan disdains to get involved in the feuds between the inner sects. For a Long Aotian, this would simply lower his status, so Ye Qiao is not worried that the other party will intervene.
Seeing that those people from Wenjian Sect were chasing him endlessly, Ye Qiao turned his head and took advantage of their inattention to throw the talisman in his hand out.
Ye Qiao didn't have much else, but at this moment he had a lot of talismans, which he scattered out in a handful, as spectacular as flowers scattered by a fairy from heaven.
Because there were so many of them, those people had no way to hide.
Song Jian had a talisman stuck on his face. He just stretched out his hand to tear it off, but the next second he realized that his limbs were gradually becoming unresponsive.
Soon, his movements twitched twice as if he had been electrocuted, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably and began to imitate a snake, spinning crookedly, and at the same time, his trouser pocket was shaking as if there was a leakage of electricity.
“……”Duan Hengdao turned his head and saw this scene and was stunned.
"What's going on?"
The evil god has invaded the world of cultivation?
The person with the crawling talisman on him, dressed neatly in white inner sect disciple uniform, began to crawl on the ground, arching his back like a worm, and crawling faster and faster.
Gradually, some wandering cultivators noticed the commotion here. When they went forward to check, they were all stunned by the scene before them.
I saw a group of Sword-Asking Sect disciples, led by Song Jian, starting to crawl on the ground strangely.
"Is this from the Sword Sect?"
If they hadn't seen that they were all wearing the robes of the Sword-Asking Sect, they would have almost thought that they were some bug or snake demon that had evolved into humans.
Song Jian was surrounded by a group of people, pointing and talking. He felt so embarrassed that he crawled away in panic.
“…”
Ye Qiao stopped running and tilted his head to brainwash his fourth brother: "See, I told you that you can't wear the sect uniform and walk around the city every day, right?"
It’s embarrassing that all real names are used!
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