Ye Qinghan lowered his head and licked the rusty iron taste from the corner of his lips.
He was obviously not convinced. He looked up expressionlessly, clenched the spirit sword in his hand, and said word by word: "Can you do it again?"
Wow.
There was a sigh below.
"More?" Mu Chongxi smacked his lips. "This force is much stronger than when Master hit you."
Qin Fanfan proceeded step by step, allowing Ye Qiao to improve his skills one move at a time. What kind of training method is this from the Sword Sect?
"He will be beaten to death, right?" Ming Xuan touched his arm. For the weak and unable to take care of themselves Fu cultivators, that move would definitely shatter their internal organs.
Ye Qinghan was also quite stubborn. When he couldn't handle the first move, he wanted to try a second one.
It was supposed to be a nice meeting to catch up on some sleep, but it ended up turning into a civil war within the Sword-Asking Sect. No one wanted to sleep anymore and all stared at the Sword-Asking Sect leader, wanting to see his reaction.
Obviously, the Sword-Wen Sect's leader showed no signs of being soft-hearted. Seeing that Ye Qinghan still refused to let go, he immediately began to gather his spiritual energy to teach him another lesson.
This is fucking outrageous.
The Sword-Asking Sect’s reputation for being strict and rule-abiding in the world of cultivation is entirely due to the sect leader’s beatings.
Compared to this, Chang Mingzong is too humane.
"Hey, hey, hey. Don't fight yet." Ye Qiao, who was sitting at the bottom and had no sense of existence due to the Half Moon Spirit Clan's magic, waved his hands, looking like he deserved a beating. "It's not good to fight and kill too much."
Facing the death stare from the Sword-Asking Sect leader, Ye Qiao retreated tactically and said with a smile, "Don't let him go. How about letting me lead the team?"
Ye Qinghan also gave her a special shot of vaccination. Ye Qiao looked at the scene and found that he was the only one who could lead the team.
"What do you think?" Xue Yu, who was the closest to her, pressed her head down. "He is from the Sword Sect. Even our master has to respect him."
Ye Qiao: "Haven't you figured it out yet?"
Xue Yu was confused: "What did you see?"
"I'm leading this team for him." She slapped Xue Yu's hand away and spoke quickly, "By the way, I'm also pretending to be a bitch for Ye Qinghan."
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