"By the way, where is Yunque?" Mingxuan patted his head and suddenly remembered that they had missed someone.
Everyone is in a meeting now. Except for the missing Ye Qinghan and Song Hansheng, Yun Que seems to have hardly seen her.
"Ah." Miaomiao opened her eyes slightly, not knowing what to say, "She disappeared again?"
Si Miaoyan said calmly, "I saw her walking very close to a man before, and his cultivation level is higher than mine."
She is around the middle stage of the Golden Core, and those above her are only in the late stage of the Golden Core. Si Miaoyan has to consider whether there is any danger if she wants to go find Yun Que.
Mu Chongxi couldn't help but glance at Su Zhuo, and felt that his head was cuckolded like the Hulunbuir prairie, "There are so many men around your junior sister."
Su Zhuo's face turned green for a moment, and he explained stubbornly: "Junior sister is just young."
Ming Xuan rolled his eyes almost to the sky, "Ah, right, right, we, a group of talisman practitioners, worked so hard to set up the formation, and she ran off to enjoy the flowers and the moon."
"We deserve it."
After working so hard for so long, Mingxuan felt like he would vomit to death if the reward was returned to Yueqing Sect.
But how to distribute the rewards is the elders' business.
Mingxuan felt that if nothing unexpected happened, the reward for this mission would be given to Yueqing Sect. Not to mention the missing Yunque, Fu Xiu's role was indeed greater.
Thinking of the saint girl whose cultivation level was in the Nascent Soul stage, the people from Changming Sect became even more depressed. No one wanted to work hard anymore and they all lay on the table sighing.
How can we win this? There is absolutely no hope.
…
"I still feel something is not right. There is no movement from those disciples who escaped. Don't you think the Saint's appearance is too coincidental?"
Ah Da shook his head, his expression deep: "I just felt the fluctuation of spiritual energy."
On the other side, Ye Qiao had just broken the illusion of the map of mountains and rivers. The moment she broke it, she suddenly thought that it would be a good idea to use it to consolidate the trust of the demons, so one second before it broke, Ye Qiao deliberately leaked a little spiritual energy.
"Saint, what happened just now?" Ada's expression also became nervous and he asked Ye Qiao hurriedly.
Ye Qiao raised his chin, expressionless: "Someone just tried to trap me with the Mountain and River Map."
Mountain and river map?
Even though the demons don't know much about magical weapons, they have heard of the Mountain and River Map, which ranks third on the spiritual weapon list.
It is said that it is now in the hands of Chang Mingzong.
Even a Nascent Soul Stage master would be temporarily lost in the face of this kind of difficult illusion weapon. How could their saint break the illusion in such a short time?
Ye Qiao looked at the demons whose gazes became more and more respectful, and was extremely satisfied with their reactions.
Yes, yes, yes, that’s it.
They are brainwashed repeatedly and their saint is omnipotent.
This way, when a fight breaks out, it will be most convenient for you to take advantage of the situation.
"..." Ye Qinghan didn't understand what these people were talking about, but he felt that Ye Qiao was a scary person.
He is good at brainwashing and is quite good at fooling people.
Ye Qiao’s mouth is deceiving.
"News came from Yunshui City that a disciple of the Bishui Sect fell into the trap." After a pause, the demon clan continued to report, "Their city lord also wants to see you."
To see or not to see?
Ye Qinghan subconsciously shook his head at Ye Qiao.
The city lord had seen him and Song Hansheng. Although they were both wearing masks now, they had been in the city lord's mansion for such a long time that they saw each other every day. There was no guarantee that their identities would not be discovered.
Ye Qiao ignored the signal from his eyes and said, "See you."
Why is it gone?
She waved at Song Hansheng and lowered her voice, "When you go in, set up the formation. A soundproof formation, right? We can just catch the turtle in the jar."
Although Song Hansheng was dissatisfied with her commanding attitude, over the past few days, the two of them had become accustomed to following Ye Qiao's arrangements.
Habits are terrible things.
He actually gradually got used to people like Ye Qiao.
When going to meet the Lord of Yunshui City, Ye Qiao deliberately drove out all the demons. She was not in the same place as those disciples, so naturally she had never seen what the Lord of Yunshui City looked like.
The person who came was a middle-aged man.
Ye Qiao narrowed his eyes, and while looking at the other party, he also signaled Song Hansheng to set up the formation quickly.
"You have captured the disciple of the Green Water Sect?" The girl's face was covered by a mask, so her expression could not be seen clearly. The city lord could not help but swallow his saliva and bowed hurriedly to express his attitude: "Yes, Saint Lady."
"They should have realized something and have been secretly alert to us."
"My suggestion is that while their foreign reinforcements haven't arrived yet, we can send people to attack them immediately and catch them off guard."
Ye Qinghan: "That's a really good suggestion."
He almost couldn't hold back and chopped the old man with his sword.
The city lord immediately turned his gaze towards Ye Qinghan, and then his expression changed slightly, "Have I seen you somewhere before?"
He had seen Ye Qinghan and the others before, and even though they were wearing masks, he could still vaguely feel familiar with them.
The voice sounded more familiar.
As we all know, the male protagonists in novels all have clear and cold voices as recognizable as broken jade. Ye Qinghan, as the male protagonist of Long Aotian, naturally also has such a voice.
The next second, the city lord remembered where he had heard it before, and he raised his voice suddenly: "You are the direct disciple of the Sword Sect!"
Ye Qinghan reacted faster than him and put the sword across his neck on the spot.
The city lord's voice suddenly became like a chicken with its neck strangled, and he couldn't utter a word.
"Are you also a direct disciple of the Five Sects?" He looked at Ye Qiao and realized it belatedly.
But he had never seen Ye Qiao, so could it be that the troops were divided into two groups? One side used those stupid descendants to confuse them, while the other side's descendants went to the demon clan to act as spies?
And she became a saint?
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