Each competition is more lively than the last. Originally, the Grand Competition is a competition that almost all cultivators in the world of cultivation pay attention to. It is held once every hundred years, but the previous ones were too boring, and were nowhere near as lively as it is now.
"Hey, let me tell you, I just ran into Chang Mingzong."
As soon as Chu Xingzhi returned to the base camp, he couldn't help but show off his strength to Song Hansheng, and said confidently: "Just Ye Qiao, how ridiculous, how ridiculous, they were already injured by me and fled in a panic."
"Are you sure?" Qin Huai stared at him. He knew that Chu Xingzhi's brain was not very good, but his strength was indeed not bad, so he did not doubt him too much.
"Of course." Chu Xingzhi said: "I struck her and Mingxuan with my sword, and if they hadn't run fast, these two people would have been eliminated tonight."
Song Hansheng narrowed his eyes, "Are you sure they are injured?"
He always felt that this operation was somewhat familiar.
They look very much like the three masked bandits we met in the secret realm before.
At that time, one of the women handed him the box, and Song Hansheng believed her lies, thinking that there were treasures from heaven and earth inside.
Later, after 49 days, he slowly took out a half-eaten cake.
Chu Xingzhi originally wanted to show off, but he didn't expect that the two leaders of the two sects would question him. He immediately jumped up and said, "You can doubt my character, but you can't question my strength."
Song Hansheng barely suppressed his doubts. Indeed, Ye Qiao and Ming Xuan were both at a low level, one was a talisman cultivator, and both were the type that could not fight. It was normal for them to be injured by Chu Xingzhi.
The audience burst out laughing: "If you ask a few more questions, you'll be exposed."
"Hahahahahahahahahaha, this idiot Chu Xingzhi is so easy to fool."
The outside world was all laughing and unaware that the three sects were still holding their meeting.
"Ye Qiao and Ming Xuan are injured." Song Hansheng asked: "Will they come over tonight?"
"It shouldn't be." Ye Qinghan calmly judged based on the strength of the two parties: "Ye Qiao and Ming Xuan are both injured, and the remaining Dan cultivation will not be able to achieve success."
"Rest for the night. We will still have enough time to go out and hunt monsters on the fifth day."
The most uncomfortable thing about the Flame Mountain Secret Realm is not only the heat, but more importantly the hallucinations. If this continues for a long time, it will cause great damage to the spiritual consciousness. The Green Water Sect does not have enough spirit-replenishing pills to share, so they are forced to rest for a day.
Ye Qiao's method is not illegal, but it is disgusting, and it has caused great trouble to the three sects.
As night fell, several talisman practitioners set up a formation on the periphery.
Ye Qiao waited until everyone fell asleep in the second half of the night, then sneaked in with Mingxuan and Zhou Xingyun. Late at night, all the disciples of the three sects were fast asleep.
Ye Qiao also noticed that Chu Xingzhi's foot was about to put on Su Zhuo's face. She looked away with disgust and quickly looked for the mustard bag.
All the mustard seed bags of the Bishui Sect were placed in a corner. The three of them moved very lightly and coordinated to get the mustard seed bags.
Because of the formation, the two talisman cultivators did not dare to be too wasteful and prepared to leave after taking the mustard seed bag.
Before leaving, Ye Qiao caught a glimpse of Ye Qinghan's discarded clothes not far away.
Seeing this, she took it away.
“……”You are such a pervert, Ye Qiao.
If Mingxuan had not been unable to speak in the enemy's base, he would have almost blurted out this sentence.
Why steal people's clothes for no reason?
When the two returned to the main group, Ming Xuan couldn't wait to denounce Ye Qiao's actions, "She stole people's clothes!!"
"Whose?"
"It seems to be Ye Qinghan's."
"I'll go." Mu Chongxi stood up in fear: "No, it's Ye Qiao. Are you secretly in love with him? You even want to take the clothes of a man like him."
"You are the one who has a crush on him." Ye Qiao rolled her eyes: "Who told him to leave his clothes beside him when he went to sleep?"
Of course she was going to steal it, maybe even sell it on the forum for some money. Ye Qiao had even come up with a name for it: "Asking for the Private Clothes of the Chief of the Sword Sect."
"I left him an undershirt."
Zhou Xingyun glanced at her and commented, "Some morality, but not much."
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