The two almost started arguing.
Liu Yun had heard of Ye Qiao's deeds, but he had never dealt with him. He admitted that Ye Qiao was a bit clever, but he couldn't bring himself to bow his head.
Liu Yun remained silent and stubborn, as if he had become autistic.
Looking at the depressed atmosphere in Changming Sect and Bishui Sect, if not for so many cultivators watching, the elders of the other three sects would have wanted to laugh out loud without caring about their image.
Ye Qiao also had this day.
She always led people to attack others, and now she is in trouble! She has been defeated! She deserves it!
After experiencing a robbery, Ye Qiao stretched out his foot and kicked Liu Yun in a very uncivilized manner, "Everyone, get up."
"Hi, hi, hi, my friends." She jumped up and looked at the dejected crowd. She clapped her hands, trying to cheer everyone up: "Let me ask you, have you ever fought back against the odds?"
Si Miaoyan reminded her: "...Although I don't want to discourage you, generally speaking, we are the ones who get overturned."
The Bishui Sect has always been hovering around fourth place. They have been working very hard and have never been surpassed.
This level of stability is comparable to that of the Changming Sect, which has been at the bottom of the list for many years.
"What's the big deal?" Ye Qiao was optimistic. She had already gained experience. "If we win, everyone will be happy. If we lose, we can just go back to the clan to celebrate the New Year. At worst, we will be at the bottom. Can they still arrest us?"
Ye Qiao's words made the others look up and look at each other.
It seems... weirdly reasonable?
"Let's take a rest first. Tomorrow we will split into two groups and follow my command." Ye Qiao shook a small magic weapon in his hand that he had stolen from the demons.
It's just a little butterfly-shaped gadget that can record people's voices at all times.
When Ye Qiao patted Ye Qinghan's shoulder just now, he placed the butterfly on the other person.
This thing is inconspicuous, and no one would notice it if it was placed on a person as a bug.
The butterfly on Ye Qiao's side was very fast. It flapped its wings and heard the voices of several disciples from the Sword Sect next door. Facing their surprised looks, she looked calm and said, "It's just an inconspicuous little gadget. I put it on Ye Qinghan just now. It can monitor their movements and locations."
"I'm curious about what Ye Qiao learned before."
"This action of casually putting things on people is a bit too skillful."
“The expressions of the Bishui Sect were all stunned.”
Not only did the people of the Bishui Sect not expect this, even Ye Qinghan probably didn't expect that Ye Qiao had suddenly patted his shoulder as if casually just now in order to place a magic weapon and monitor their movements.
On the other side, Xue Yu wandered alone for three days and almost burst into tears when he found the main group, "Junior Sister."
Hearing the noise, several people looked back.
It was Xue Yu who had been missing for three days.
In an instant, everyone's eyes lit up.
It was as if they had seen an oasis in the desert or a dog had seen a bone. The group of people swarmed over and enthusiastically surrounded Xue Yu.
"Long time no see, I missed you so much, Xue Yu." Ming Xuan was very enthusiastic. He stretched out his hand and started to dig into his mustard seed bag.
They were dying of heat.
Without any more elixirs to support him, Mingxuan felt that sooner or later one of him and this secret realm would die.
It was the first time that Xue Yu was welcomed so warmly. He was a little flattered. Just when he was about to say something, he found that his dear fellow apprentices had snatched his mustard seed bag and were circling around it, searching for something.
"..." There is no camaraderie at all!!
Xue Yu understood and was speechless for a moment: "You guys are missing my mustard seed bag, right?"
"Third Senior Brother." Ye Qiao was also searching, and took the opportunity to ask the owner of the mustard seed bag: "Do you still have any spiritual plants for alchemy?"
"Yes." Xue Yu was not as thick-skinned as them. He would make some plans every time he went to a secret realm. Spiritual plants were naturally indispensable. He looked at these people and hesitated to speak: "You... were you robbed by someone?"
Except for Chang Mingzong and a few others, the places where the mustard seed bags were hung on the waists of others were empty.
It's like encountering a robber.
"I've encountered the other three sects." Ming Xuan was bored, "Now I've been robbed. Oh, oh, oh, the world is really going downhill and people are so cruel."
"That's right." Ye Qiao nodded in agreement, not thinking at all that this was a trend she had started.
Xue Yu was quite surprised: "So, you were beaten up by the three sects?"
What a deep hatred must have been to lead to the formation of an alliance among the three sects.
He really didn't expect to face such a thing just after meeting him. Xue Yu couldn't help but ask: "What should we do next?"
"Next, the night will be long." Ye Qiao paused, looked at everyone, and smiled: "Why don't we..."
She stretched out her tone, making everyone think that Ye Qiao was about to say something insulting.
As a result, the other party loudly announced: "Let's make the elixir together."
Everyone: “…”
"What can we practice with if we don't have an alchemy furnace?" Miaomiao thought she had forgotten this and reminded her, "Our alchemy furnaces are all in the mustard seed bag."
"What's the big deal?" Ye Qiao's mustard bag was not stolen, and she also brought several large pots in it.
And now Xue Yu has joined them, which means that the spiritual plants that were originally missing are now available. A group of alchemists have gathered together, what else can they do besides refining pills?
She immediately sat down and took out several large iron pots from the mustard bag, waved her hand, and motioned them to look over.
Ye Qiao cleared his throat and said sincerely, "Does anyone know how to use a cauldron to make elixirs?"
“…What?” Si Miaoyan’s first reaction was that she was deaf.
Ye Qiao repeated: "To make the elixir, can I use a pot?"
Since there is no alchemy furnace now, don't be pretentious and just use the big pot together.
"Are you kidding?" Liu Yun raised his eyes, and his first reaction was that he thought she was joking.
He still had the leisure to joke at this time. He didn't know whether Ye Qiao had a good attitude or Chang Mingzong was so bold.
Ye Qiao: "No kidding."
She touched the corner of her lips, feeling helpless.
Wasn't my tone sincere enough?
"The problem is Ye Qiao." Liu Yun looked at the other party's serious expression, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Have you ever seen anyone who uses a big pot to make alchemy?"
Ye Qiao looked at him strangely: "You are alchemists, why can't you use a big pot to make pills?"
Liu Yun: "We are alchemists, not cafeteria aunties! Have you ever seen a god use a pot?"
Ye Qiao instantly felt that he was being implied, and said calmly, "I can do it."
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