"I have no objection to anything else, but Ye Qiao, what kind of place are you looking for?" Song Hansheng glanced at the terrain at the scene and the corners of her lips twitched. She really knew how to find a place. She found such a rugged and weird place.
“Isn’t this place a good place?”
Ye Qiao clapped his hands, "Don't you think it's a good opportunity for us to have a melee?"
There are endless places for Cang to hide, which is a good place for Fu Xiu to hide his body. What she said is true. Song Hansheng observed carefully and changed his words: "That's true."
Perhaps this location is a bit too rugged for sword practitioners, but it is just right for talisman practitioners. They can hide and cast talismans in a sneaky manner behind the back the whole time.
"Disperse and fight." Song Hansheng sensed that the formation was broken, and he quickly ordered: "They are coming soon."
The talisman practitioners immediately found a place to hide, and Ye Qiao also reduced her breath and presence to the minimum. However, the concealment technique is only effective when it is not noticed at the beginning and is easy to be ignored. But when she held the three spiritual fruits in her hands, everyone's eyes were on her at the first time.
It's hard not to be noticed.
Ye Qiao: "Did you see that? This is the protagonist. He is always the focus."
Ming Xuan heard that she was still in the mood to talk nonsense, so he grabbed her and ran away, "Fuck, I just know that if you don't hide now, you will not be the protagonist but a corpse!!!"
He was so fast that Ye Qiao discovered that the second senior brother had probably practiced the Qingfeng Technique to the final level.
It comes and goes like the wind.
The formation was broken, and the cultivators in the secret realm rushed in one after another. The talisman cultivators and weapon cultivators all found places to hide. Ye Qiao, the target, did not need to hide, so Mingxuan pulled her and ran ahead.
They were a little stunned, "How come these two people run faster than rabbits?"
"The color of their clothes is the same! It's obvious that they are a pair of bastards. Hurry up and catch them and take back the Bodhi fruit."
Mingxuan: “…” Damn it.
He couldn't help but turn around and curse, "We are just unifying the sect's uniforms, you know nothing."
"Return your clan uniforms, you little brats, stop right there!"
Behind him were shouting and cursing accompanied by attacks. Mingxuan pulled Ye Qiao without looking back. Talismans kept flying on the boy's fingertips, resisting wave after wave.
"It's not a good idea for us to keep running like this." Ming Xuan said, "What should we do, Junior Sister?"
"Let me do it."
Ye Qiao ducked and dodged, grabbed the handle of the fan thrown by Ming Xuan and twisted it in his palm. A golden arc of light formed a shield, protecting the man behind it. With his other hand, he drew his sword, which Ming Xuan did not unsheathe. The stick at his waist turned into a long sword, and he slashed out sword energy with a casual move.
A sharp sword energy forced them to stop.
Such a powerful sword intent.
Someone asked anxiously, "Who are you from? Tell us your name and maybe we can spare your life."
This group of kids are obviously not from a wild background. Even if they are eager to kill people and steal treasures, they still have to consider whether the other party has any backers and whether they can offend them.
No one answered him. What a joke! What's the point of giving names at this time? Who would give names after doing something bad? They would only move out of the backstage if they really couldn't solve the problem and were in big trouble. But it's not like they can't solve the problem themselves.
Duan Hengdao seized the opportunity and threw all his magic weapons to Ye Qiao.
Many of the magical weapons they refined were of various types, and there were only two sword cultivators in the sect, neither of whom knew how to use them very well. But when these magical weapons fell into Ye Qiao's hands, she was able to play with them in many different ways.
"What is the origin of this sword cultivator?"
So cool.
Apart from the ones related to sound which she did not understand, any magical weapon in her hands seemed to come alive. Even if all the cultivators in the entire secret realm came to capture her, she would still escape repeatedly and jump around the mountain repeatedly.
"What do you think, Ye Qiao?" Qin Huai asked her. After all, it was she who caused all the trouble.
"It's so comfortable." Ye Qiao said sincerely: "I have never fought such a rich battle in my life."
Talismans and magical instruments appeared in endlessly. It turned out that it was more comfortable with the help of these technical personnel. She liked this group of instrument and talisman practitioners so much. It would be even more exciting if there were alchemy practitioners on the scene.
Qin Huai: “…”
"A bunch of trash." Old Mu sneered softly. Seeing that so many cultivators couldn't catch a little ghost, he transformed the spirit sword in his hand and decided to go into battle himself.
The moment he drew his sword, Ye Qiao seemed to sense something and turned his head to catch a glimpse of the sword in Mu Lao's hand.
Killing Sword.
The aura is very similar to that of Bu Jianjun. You know, as the sword of the Demon Lord of all generations, Bu Jianjun's murderous aura is already very heavy, but this old man's sword is actually comparable to that of Bu Jianjun.
It's a very tricky existence.
Ye Qiao held the sword horizontally in front of him and looked at Old Mu calmly. Now, various magical weapons were thrown at him, and there were talisman cultivators hiding behind stones to set up formations.
Anyone with eyes can tell that the group of people who took the Bodhi fruit are of great importance.
Mu Lao cupped his hands and said, "Good boy, how about this? We are the Mu family of North City. If you can give up a portion of the Bodhi Fruit, we will definitely do our best if you need help."
Who would have thought that something that was almost certain to happen would be taken away by a group of unknown little kids who jumped out? His eyes were full of coldness. When he got the Bodhi fruit, he would definitely kill these ignorant little kids.
Ming Xuan opened his folding fan, put it against his chin, and groaned twice, "Old man, who can't say nice things? We are the direct descendants of the Five Sects. If you let us go, when we return to the Sect, we will definitely make you the General of the Oxen and Horses. What do you think?"
Mu Lao's expression darkened: "Don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit."
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