"Alright." Ye Qiao was knocked to the ground by a punch. He made an OK gesture, covered his nose which was about to bleed, lay there for a few seconds, and then jumped up neatly. "I am sure now that he is from the Dragon Clan."
This simple and crude method is unique to the dragon clan. It is no wonder that the dragon clan's inheritance found Mu Chongxi.
Ye Qiao didn't like being beaten all the time.
A test just now was enough. The moment he swung his fist, Ye Qiao's spiritual consciousness split into a strand and probed out. Ao Li did not have any sensitive reaction to it.
Then it can be confirmed that the spiritual awareness level of the little prince in front of her is not as high as hers.
"You go and fight him." Ye Qiao barely stopped the bleeding from his nose and observed the sequence of the little prince's moves and his usual movements. "I'll remind you."
Seeing that Elder Duan meant that they would not be allowed to leave if they could not win, they wanted to find out the dragon clan's trump card, so after a brief discussion, Mu Chongxi took action again.
Ye Qiao's spiritual consciousness spread out at this moment, like an invisible net that silently enveloped people.
The divine sense could easily capture the little prince's movements. Seeing this, she further communicated with her divine sense and directed Mu Chongxi to dodge with her. The two of them went back and forth, and the originally passive situation was suddenly reversed.
The little prince became a little annoyed after his several moves failed in succession. Long had a somewhat violent personality to begin with, and he guessed that the culprit was this Ye Qiao. What was even more annoying was that the other party's spiritual awareness was obviously superior to his own.
"How strong is your spiritual sense?" The little prince looked up at her.
Late Nascent Soul stage? He had a hunch, maybe more than that.
Ye Qiao smiled wryly: "Guess?"
Ao Li refused.
This disciple seemed to be able to guess the order of his attacks. Apart from being successful at the beginning, he was able to intercept his attacks just right every time afterwards, which made the little prince a little crazy. Seeing this opportunity, Ye Qiao kicked the little prince in the heart with a fierce gust of wind under his feet, and this time he knocked the man into the wall without any restraint.
Her kick was merciless, but it didn't even cause any flesh damage to the dragon, and a hole was smashed in the wall.
"Oh my." Ye Qiao looked at the big hole, "Such a big hole. How much does it cost to repair it?"
Mu Chongxi patted her on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, it's just a wall. You don't have to pay for it."
"Why?" Ye Qiao raised his eyebrows.
"Because what you smashed was my wall..." Zhou Xingyun's voice came faintly, his face turned dark at this moment, and the shape of the hole was not neat.
Mu Chongxi's eyes widened slightly and he swallowed: "Dark, darkened?"
"Wow, run!!"
The two of them stepped on the breeze and ran away quickly. Zhou Xingyun pursed his lips coldly and chased after them. In an instant, the three of them disappeared, leaving Mingxuan and Xue Yu looking at each other.
Xie Chuxue put her hand on her forehead, and in the blink of an eye the three disappeared from her sight. "This group of sword cultivators can really make a fuss."
Duan Yu looked at the little prince who came out of the hole angrily, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He knew Ye Qiao's memory very well. She could perform what she remembered the next second. A race with such unique advantages should not be suppressed.
But that's the fact. The speed is not faster than the speed of capturing by spiritual sense, and the moves are too simple and it is too easy for Ye Qiao to figure it out.
He comforted the other person twice.
Elder Zhao also secretly made up his mind that he would make them leave the sect in a few days! If they stayed any longer, their Changming Sect would be demolished sooner or later and nothing would be left.
In the past few months, the Sword-Wen Sect has been in seclusion, the Yueqing Sect has also been practicing, and only the Changming Sect has been sent to do a mission, which has made many disciples jealous.
Compared to boring practice, going out is more interesting no matter how you think about it.
There was still a month of rest time left, so Elder Zhao gave them a series of lessons to prevent them from getting lost in an unfamiliar place or angering the dragon tribe because of not knowing the rules. The whole lesson revolved around this ancient mythical beast tribe.
It sounded like they were drowsy. Elder Zhao would easily go off topic while chatting. If he had a disagreement, he would change the topic to the glorious development history of Changming Sect, and he would recall the glorious days of the past from time to time.
Seeing the elder's intoxicated expression, Ye Qiao did not dare to disturb him. He took a few pieces of paper and scribbled on the book to study the talismans.
Xue Yu saw this scene and raised his eyebrows, "Are you really not afraid of being caught?"
Dare to practice drawing talismans in Elder Zhao’s class.
Ye Qiao motioned for him to look away. Mingxuan and Mu Chongxi learned a new origami game in class. They flew paper airplanes in the air and each time they launched them accurately when Elder Zhao turned around.
Sometimes the plane would unfortunately fly over Zhou Xingyun's head, and then the eldest senior brother would reward them with two punches on the top of their heads with an expressionless face.
Overall, Ye Qiao's performance in class was normal.
She was just studying drawing talismans.
for example--
The five thunderbolts talisman.
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