The young man stood there in awe, stopped her like a thief, and made a gesture to cover his breath. Lu Xiaoming took a breath nervously, looked at her seriously and asked:
"Do you need help, Ye Qiao?"
"If it doesn't work, I'll take you to my house for shelter?"
He nervously held her and was ready to run away at any time.
Ye Qiao didn't expect that he was still in the territory of the Five Sects. She thought that the city lord's stupid son had already run away. At that time, the young master Meng Liu ran away without even a trace left before her trial was over. As a result, Lu Xiaoming was still here.
Seeing this, she didn't move, but pulled him in the opposite direction, "Come with me."
Lu Xiaoming: “Where are you going?”
"Go split Kunshan."
That is the hilltop of Changming Sect, where the seven old men live. All those innate spiritual weapons are buried in his lair. If we don’t kill him now, when will we kill him?
Lu Xiaoming: “?Ah?”
Ye Qiao pointed at the twelve conspicuous peaks of Changming Sect from afar and asked, "Is it called Kunlun Peak exactly?"
The twelve peaks had different names, but she still remembered the names of the seven elders’ mountains.
Lu Xiaoming: "..." No, what's wrong with your Changming Sect? Not long ago, Mu Chongxi told him that he was looking for trouble with his own sect, and now Ye Qiao wants to chop down the mountain of his own sect?
He was silent for a long time. Seeing that Ye Qiao didn't seem to be joking, Lu Xiaoming's expression also became serious.
"Just you?" He looked around and didn't see that she brought any helpers. He scratched his hands in confusion and said, "Why don't I go call some people?"
The Changming Sect is in chaos now. If she shows up openly, not only the Seventh Elder will beat her to death, but the rest of the elders and peak masters will also attack her.
Of course, this was not what those people intended, but with the sect leader's order in hand, they had no choice but to obey. Who could do anything to the Seventh Elder?
Therefore, helpers are necessary.
"No need." Ye Qiao threw the sword in his hand, thinking about how to break the Eighteen Killing Formation, "When the time comes, just find a place to hide."
Seeing this, Lu Xiaoming thought that she didn't understand the current situation in the cultivation world, but when he thought about it, the situation in the cultivation world changed in an instant. "Miao Miao of the Bishui Sect has already offered the Qinglian. This shows the depth of the realm of the Seventh Elder."
Speaking of Miaomiao of the Bishui Sect, he felt it was a pity that the sect's spiritual weapon was given away so easily.
Come to think of it, the Bishui Sect is not like other sects that have the ability to resist.
Ye Qiao said "oh" and found that classmate Xiao Ming talked a lot.
Lu Xiaoming followed her, chattering, "Maybe I have something to talk about with Miaomiao."
The two of them can get together and praise Ye Qiao together.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help rubbing his hands, suppressing his nervousness. After looking around, he said, "...Can I ask, what realm are you in now, Boss?"
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