Mu Chongxi thought she was worried about running around in the secret realm like before, so he explained: "We will have a map after entering the great secret realm, and we won't be clueless like before."
After all, they are all the new geniuses of the cultivation world. A big competition is a big competition, but safety must be guaranteed. If something really goes wrong, none of the five sects can take responsibility.
Ye Qiao nodded, seeming to understand.
"Well, good night?" After thinking for a moment, she asked, "See you tomorrow."
After a whole day of wandering around, the four of them felt tired even though they were full of energy. After saying good night to each other, they returned to their own residences.
The next morning, as the time for the secret realm to be opened progressed, the voices of the monks in the audience of tens of thousands of people became more and more frantic.
"Xue Yu!!"
"Duan Hengdao! Look at me, look at me."
"...Ye Qinghan, I love you."
"Qin Huai, promise me that Chengfeng Sect will take down the first sect this year and show it to us, okay?"
"Pooh, pooh, pooh, the number one sect in the cultivation world still depends on us, the Sword Sect."
Each wave is louder than the last, it's simply a large-scale fan disco scene.
But none of this had anything to do with Ye Qiao and the others, because they were late.
Maybe they were having too much fun, so the four of them fell asleep. When they woke up the next day, they found that the elders and the clan leader had run faster than dogs, and no one came to wake them up.
"Fuck. I'm late, I'm late." Mu Chongxi was so anxious that he almost jumped up.
Ye Qiao held his forehead with his hand, having the illusion of going to school.
She could only ride on the sword with Mu Chongxi and her two senior brothers, changing lanes and overtaking. She almost knocked people down on the road because of her fast speed, but finally arrived before the competition started.
Ye Qiao, who had just hurried over, heard such a harsh and intense noise and couldn't help but lean closer to Xue Yu: "Hey, hey, you still have fans?"
"What?" He didn't quite understand the word "fan".
Ye Qiao thought for a moment and said, "It's the people who like you guys."
Xue Yu looked at her in surprise, "Of course, every clan biography is basically known to the monks, so it's normal for someone to like us."
"Most of the people who like Mingxuan here are female monks."
Even though Mingxuan speaks in a nasty way in private, he still looks quite decent when he puts on the clan robes and smiles.
He can charm a group of people with just a wave of his hand.
Ye Qiao touched his arm and sighed twice: "This is a world of cultivation where appearance is everything."
*
"The girl from Yueqing Sect is very strong. She has reached the Golden Core stage in just half a year of cultivation. This kind of talent..." At the elders' table, several people sat together, and the elder from Chengfeng Sect spoke cryptically: "She is even better than Ye Qinghan."
If nothing unexpected happens, the opponent will probably be the dark horse with the strongest momentum this year.
"Yes, but since the first game is to hunt monsters, we have to be on guard against those people from the Sword Sect."
Sometimes people's joys and sorrows are not the same. While the elders of Chengfeng Sect were discussing the situation of the disciples of the major sects in this year's competition, the atmosphere in Changming Sect was completely different.
Elder Zhao was so anxious that he wanted to jump up. He waited for a long time but his other four disciples did not show up. "Did Ye Qiao and his group of little bastards oversleep?"
Qin Fanfan's expression froze for a moment. "Don't you have anyone to wake them up?"
"Except for Ye Qiao, they all got up earlier than the chickens, and some even stayed up all night." With such desperate efforts, do they still need to send someone to call them?
Qin Fanfan held his forehead with his hand: "...You said that was in the past." Before Ye Qiao came, they were all the top students.
Who else except Ye Qiao would go to bed so late at night for no reason?
Or the kind that overslept.
Just as the two were about to return to the sect to take a look, someone shouted:
"Look! The Changming Sect's people are here."
Because time was too tight, Ye Qiao failed to brake the sword under his feet and drifted directly, throwing Mingxuan out.
Mu Chongxi failed to brake in time, and the two of them fell off the sword together.
Not far away, sitting in the seat of the direct disciple of Bishui Sect, Miaomiao saw a familiar scene, and at this moment he had only one thought: Why can't you, Changming Sect, walk properly every time?
They were late in the first place, and now all the audience's attention was focused on the Changming clan's descendant who had not yet arrived. And because of this amazing move, the four people who were late were the focus of everyone's attention.
The monks in the audience stared at them.
"Why are they all staring at us?" It was the first time that Ye Qiao was stared at by so many people. He felt like he was walking on the red carpet.
Mu Chongxi was shameless: "Maybe because we are handsome?"
Zhou Xingyun stared at them silently with his dead fish eyes. After hearing these words, he took a deep breath. His usually calm heart was stirred for the first time in a long time. He could no longer bear it: "Idiot, you are going the wrong way! That's Yue Qingzong's seat."
“…”
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
Qin Fanfan covered her face and didn't dare to look at the gazes of the old men from other sects.
Okay, we’ve brought shame to the sect competition.
“…”
Elder Zhao's temples throbbed, and he was so angry that he lost control of his temper and slammed the table, "Ye Qiao!!"
“…”
Ye Qiao looked up at the sky.
Elder Zhao pointed his spearhead at another disciple: "Mu Chongxi!!"
Mu Chongxi immediately imitated Ye Qiao and started looking up at the sky.
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