At that time, the Seventh Elder had already vaguely regretted it.
If I had known this would happen, I would not have chosen Chang Mingzong to set up the plan.
He could just go and ask the Sword Sect.
At the very least, ask the Sword Sect’s direct disciples to be well behaved!
They don't have such a strong rebellious spirit. As long as they can survive until the Sword-Asking Sect's leader ascends to heaven, won't they have the final say on what the future holds for the cultivation world?
The bad thing is that Chang Mingzong was chosen.
The disciples of Changming Sect are the most special. What's wrong with him being the leader? Isn't he better than that fool Qin Fanfan?
Who cares if they are the leader? They all chose to rebel, and all of them refused to admit their mistakes, obey, or repent. Their unwillingness to admit defeat was fucking outrageous.
The seventh elder had a bitter look on his face. He wanted to pick the weak ones, but unexpectedly he picked the hardest one.
As I said, whoever becomes the sect leader doesn't matter. If they weren't so difficult to deal with, and the friendship between fellow disciples was a little weaker, even if I became the sect leader, no one would have much objection.
Even if you want to express your opinion, you have to ask yourself whether you can win the fight.
It's ok now.
Ye Qiao directly led a group of people to rebel. The Hanguang shovel was fast and accurate, and one shovel down would take half of one's life. The two of them stepped on Ta Qingfeng in the formation, pulling one in front and one behind. After half a day, she finally got the chance and hit him hard on the top of the head with a shovel. With a "bang", the spiritual energy of the tribulation fusion period collided, and the surrounding formation patterns turned into dust.
The Seventh Elder’s face turned pale, and he resisted a little bit. However, the spiritual sword in his hand broke under the tremendous pressure, and he was smashed to pieces by the Hanguang shovel!
His body exploded on the spot, and his soul took the opportunity to escape from the formation, and the treasures on his body fell all over the ground.
Ye Qiao stretched out his hand to call back the Pure World Green Lotus, took away his other magic weapons, and coldly put Bu Jianjun in his hand aside, wanting to chase his soul back and crush it completely, but in the next second, someone suddenly tore into the quiet formation.
She was surprised that someone could come in. She tilted her head, and her cold expression turned into a smile. She raised her voice, "Old monk?"
It’s no wonder Ye Qiao smiled, mainly because the other person looked quite funny.
He looks sad and has a bald head.
“…”
Old monk?
The old man's face darkened at the title, and he scolded, "What a bastard with a lot of guts."
"Where is the Seventh Elder?"
When he entered the formation, he didn't find anyone familiar. Of course, the monk didn't think that the Seventh Elder had done anything wrong. At most, he was locked up in the formation.
But the Seventh Elder was late in coming out, and the powerful people outside who wanted to help were not happy.
Killing people is also a sin, not to mention that they are people from the Changming Sect. They are also afraid of getting involved in unnecessary trouble. The Seventh Elder is the one who organized this plan. If he doesn't stand up and wants them to take the risk, how can such a good thing come from him?
Ye Qiao was stunned, and continued to laugh: "He was just beaten to pieces by me, do you want to join me?"
With so many people outside, it’s not easy to break into my formation.
It is enough to show that this old monk is indeed capable. Since he can come in and meet me, he must be no incompetent person.
"He was beaten to pieces by you? Ha." He still thought she was joking. Looking at Ye Qiao's character, one could tell that she was the kind of person who liked to talk nonsense.
"Otherwise I could be beaten to pieces by you?" Ye Qiao smiled.
Both of them were talented chatterboxes, one more talkative than the other. The old monk asked more questions, but Jun didn't seem to be in such a good mood anymore. He transformed himself into a knife, hung it high in the air, and swung the knife to kill the other person.
Ye Qiao only summoned Bu Jianjun, and left the remaining four swords outside to help.
I'm glad not to see you.
He is indeed the most favored cat.
Bu Jianjun made a move without warning, interrupting the two people's nonsense. Ye Qiao was thinking about the escape of the Seventh Elder's soul, so he didn't hesitate any longer.
When the old monk took the bowl and knocked Jun down from the sky, Ye Qiao took it with her white hand, and swept it with the tip of the sword with a coldness, instantly stirring up a thousand layers of waves.
With every strike and every stab, the murderous intent was evident.
The killing sword, the murderous aura is naturally cold and terrifying. When the old monk saw that she had already started to move the sword, but there was no sign of the Seventh Elder, he felt very disappointed.
No way?
Could it be that the useless Seventh Elder was really beaten to death by a little kid like her?
The old monk's heart trembled when he was hit. He threw away the defensive magic weapon in his hand and tried to resist. Ye Qiao sneered and split the bowl with a sword. In an instant, golden light shone everywhere. The old monk took a look and was shocked.
Although his bowl was not a spiritual weapon, it was also a top-grade magical weapon. Considering his own realm, it was actually chopped off by this brat with one sword!
This Buddhist monk has one thing in common with his disciples, and that is to follow their hearts.
Seeing Ye Qiao's murderous attitude, he didn't even want to pick up the remains of the bowl, and ran away while crawling.
While running, I cursed in my heart.
Chen Muchan, this bastard!
He actually watched his master die!
When he returns to the sect, he will definitely teach this disciple what it means to respect teachers!
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