Ye Qiao: “…”
She couldn't help but choke, glanced at the elder, and said respectfully, "I thought the disciples of your sect were all poor and humble?"
"You think too highly of us. Our disciples..." He sneered, "Each of them is less valuable than you think."
This sounded like a joke, but the contempt in the elder's tone was so obvious that Ye Qiao couldn't help but look at the elder in surprise.
To be honest, Second Elder...
Well, she didn't have much impression of this, but it was rare for an elder to use such a harsh tone to his disciples.
When she was in the sect, she clearly remembered that every elder was very kind. But the second elder in this world was like a bomb, and even swung the whisk in his hand, looking at her with drooping eyes, quite sharp.
However, after thinking about it carefully, Ye Qiao also understood the reason for the other party's change of attitude. The competition in the big sects is very fierce, and a group of close disciples of similar age will be compared with each other. If they perform worse than other disciples of the same age and do not make progress, they will be regarded as useless and have no future. They will not waste their time paying attention to them for even a second.
What they need is a disciple who can bring honor to them.
Obviously, Chang Mingzong's personal teaching could not give them face and honor, so they naturally did not have a good tone.
Ye Qiao waved his hand: "I want to chat with Mu Chongxi. How is it?"
She noticed that Zhou Xingyun didn't wear the imperial robe, so Mu Chongxi shouldn't wear it either. Since they misunderstood the relationship between her and Mu Chongxi, she would let them misunderstand for now, otherwise it would be difficult to explain how the clan clothes came about.
The sect does not require disciples to wear the sect uniform, but most disciples like to wear it in public, for fear that they will get into trouble and their enemies will come to settle the score with them.
Mu Li: "Then why do you still wear the clan robes?" Doesn't she think the color of her clothes is too eye-catching?
Ye Qiao said as a matter of course: "The clan robe is a robe after all, it is impervious to water and fire and is very resistant to dirt."
The key is to be practical, otherwise she prefers plain clothes, gray and inconspicuous rather than warm red.
Xie Chuxue looked at Ye Qiao deeply and asked the other elders to leave temporarily. He called Mu Chongxi over and asked the two to chat on the main peak.
When Mu Chongxi hurried to the main peak, he was first ridiculed by the elders, who said that he was too young to practice well. It was bad enough that the other brothers had fallen into depravity, but even he was the same.
The young man pursed his lips without saying a word, but tightly gripped the sword at his waist. The moment he saw Ye Qiao's figure, the anger that had been pent up in his heart was vented at this moment. Without saying a word, he attacked with a set of sword techniques. He wanted to see who had the free time to come to Changming Sect to slander him.
The sword light was bright and blazing, the flames whistled and the temperature rose all around, suddenly singeing the long hair at the end of Ye Qiao's hair. The moment she turned her head, she laughed out of anger.
Burn her hair. I can't stand it.
Without saying a word, he drew his sword.
It's okay. It's common for fellow disciples to stab each other when they meet.
The Feixian Sword was unsheathed, and the sword light was as white as a pillar. It collided with the Chaoxi Sword, causing the sword body to tremble and make a sharp sound. The surging sword energy burst out from the Chaoxi Sword, and the powerful pressure of the Lianxu period suddenly pressed down on her. Ye Qiao's knees were slightly bent by the pressure. She looked up in surprise, and quickly circulated her spiritual power. She fought against him instinctively, while her thoughts began to fly.
Mu Chongxi's realm is actually at the level of refining emptiness?
If I remember correctly, in the original novel, when her fourth senior brother died, he was also in the realm of refining emptiness...
Does this mean that she doesn't have as much time as she imagined?
Ye Qiao gradually became absent-minded, and Mu Chongxi seized the opportunity to suddenly knock the sword out of her hand. Ye Qiao came to her senses and did not continue to entangle with him, but flew back more than ten meters. With a wave of his right hand, the Feixian Sword in the distance turned into a spiritual light and fell back into his palm.
Mu Chongxi took a quick look at the magic sword in her hand. Although he couldn't tell what kind of sword it was, it was at least a famous magic sword that could fight against Chao Xi. He couldn't help but smile. He looked at her and said in an almost picky tone, "It's a pity that this sword doesn't suit you."
Ye Qiao also looked him up and down. Different from the lively and bright boy in her impression, the boy lost his immaturity and looked extremely reliable. She smiled and explained, "It was just a mistake. I'm not that bad normally."
Mu Chongxi tilted his head, looked at her for a moment, curled his lips, and said bluntly: "But you can't even use a sword. I have never seen a sword cultivator as useless as you."
He felt strange when he heard the eldest senior brother ask him implicitly whether he knew this strange disciple.
Seeing a completely unfamiliar person, Mu Chongxi instinctively wanted to chop her.
You know, as a swordsmanship genius, he has been exposed to first-class swordsmen such as Ye Qinghan and Zhou Xingyun since he was a child, and his swordsmanship is extremely pleasing to the eye.
As for the swordsmanship of the man in front of me, not to mention being pleasing to the eye, the initial moves were quite normal, but the rest of the moves were so bad that they were simply unbearable to watch.
Ye Qiao: “That’s too much.” She was distracted for a moment, and she actually became a waste in Mu Chongxi’s words?
"Is it too much?" Mu Chongxi blinked and said, "But if you were our sect's direct disciple, you would be expelled if your sword skills were so bad."
Ye Qiao said seriously: "I can actually use a sword, I just wasn't serious."
Mu Chongxi: "Do we want to fight again?" He approached her with a smile and looked at her carefully.
He seemed quite friendly, but the next second, there was a flash of sword light. Ye Qiao suddenly jumped away, and cracks appeared on the ground. The sword energy was strong and chased after her. She stepped on the breeze and dodged it easily.
Damn, he has no martial ethics at all.
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