Things got out of shape afterwards.
They were almost exhausted from the fight, and because some of the inner and outer sect disciples behind them didn't know how to wield swords, they couldn't lead too many people at once and were forced to walk down the mountain. Those powerful men didn't care who you were. A sword would cut off half of your body. If they hadn't resisted in time and had the support of elixirs, they would have died long ago.
After finally recovering, he was sent down the mountain again.
So tired and sleepy.
Duan Hengdao and Shen Ziwei encouraged each other, pinching each other, trying not to fall asleep on the way down the mountain.
Of course, by the end of the fight, the two had distorted expressions and wished they could strangle each other to death. It is unknown whether this will turn into a feud after they return to the sect.
Fang Zhiyao, Miaomiao and Lu Xiaoming got together. When the three of them had a meeting, they naturally had things to talk about. On the way, they were not idle, and were praising Ye Qiao nonstop, competing with each other to see who was the biggest fan.
"When are you leaving?"
Song Hansheng was a more pragmatic person. He glanced at the two charlatans around him and still disliked them. He started to drive them away as soon as he opened his mouth. He was a typical person who would throw away what he had done.
These two people came from Penglai. Because there were few direct descendants in Penglai, they had arrogant personalities. Song Hansheng couldn't believe that there were people who could pretend more than him.
Yue Qingan was not annoyed. After all, he had gained a lot of insights from this trip down the mountain. The first thing he did after returning to Penglai was to meditate and gain enlightenment. He smiled and said, "If you are fast and can drive those demons back to the Demon Abyss in one day, then we can pack up and go home tomorrow."
After all, this matter is over.
Of course we'll see each other again if we're destined to.
Everyone, work quickly and leave early.
No one wants to work overtime after dealing with those powerful people in the world of cultivation.
"Ye Qiao..." Someone called her from the front.
"What's wrong?" Ye Qiao looked at Ye Qinghan.
"The sword you used to split Kunshan..." He ignored the curious looks of others and went straight to the point: "Is it the last move of Qingfeng Jue?"
"right."
Ye Qinghan was in a trance the moment he saw her strength. Kunshan was a perfectly connected Taoist temple with seven elders operating spiritual energy directly into it, combining offense and defense. However, it was split in half by a sword.
He said sincerely: "It's amazing."
Ye Qiao was immediately pleased: "Of course."
He continued to ask: "Next time you are free, come and ask Jian Zong?"
“…”
"Ye Qiao, is the formation you used before called the Nine Revolutions Reincarnation Formation?" Song Hansheng was not willing to be outdone and obviously wanted to have an in-depth communication with the other party.
“…”
After spying for a while, the junior master-master couldn't stand it anymore when he saw that they were still dawdling and hadn't left yet. He sent a message: "Stop dawdling and get down the mountain quickly!"
If we don't come down the mountain, those demons will dominate the world of cultivation.
Everyone shuddered, stopped making a fuss, and hurried down the mountain.
Countless grievances and tit-for-tat conflicts had all vanished in the five years of entanglement.
A group of young men rushed down the mountain in a hurry, some carrying swords, some carrying medical bags, and some holding talismans and magical instruments. The east was already bright, but the sky was still filled with lingering clouds of disaster. A little light slanted across the sky shone on their faces.
It was like a scene in a storybook, with clothes of various colors interweaving in a hurry, making the scenery brighter than ever before amid the dark clouds and the dimness.
It also made the monks who had finally waited for them to come down the mountain and take action almost burst into tears.
With the alternation of sun and moon and the long river of time, all colors will gradually fade away.
But they were never so sure.
Mountains and rivers change, stars move
Thousands of years later, Kyushu is the same color.
It will still be the frost of young people.
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