I saved the whole sect by playing badly

The arrival of Song Hansheng undoubtedly alleviated Ye Qiao's situation of losing ground.

And the arrival of these two personal descendants made the demon saint's brows slightly raised, and she cursed "trash" in a cold tone

He couldn't even look at a person, so he was released.

The two of them were in the late stage of Golden Core and the other in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. Only Song Hansheng was able to resist the demon saintesses slightly. Ye Qiao kept covering for him.

Two black marbles shot at the fingertips and hit the demon saint who was approaching Song Hansheng. It was a magic weapon that Ye Qiao stole from the demons. It was very powerful, and the beads were too small to be conspicuous. He was actually hit by her.

The demon girl's attacking action froze suddenly, and she felt a throbbing pain in her abdomen.

She raised her eyes, and the more she looked at it, the more familiar the magic weapon Ye Qiao threw out, and her face turned cold, "You disciples of the righteous way, why did you have such a disaster?"

She remembered why the things Ye Qiao brought out looked familiar, and why their demon treasure house had lost many magic weapons for no reason.

Co-authoring this personal biography named Ye Qiao, not only pretending to be her cunning, but also brought local specialties along the way.

Do they really think that the magical artifacts of their demons are so easy to get?

The more she thought about it, the more venomous the girl's attacks became. She was going to deal with Song Hansheng, who had the highest cultivation level, but the other party's formations kept harassing her, which caused Ye Qiao to miss it and wasted up until now.

The cyan vines that drilled out of the ground suddenly hit Song Hansheng hard, and the Vajra Talisman was completely gone. Talisman repair is different from sword repair. His mind went blank for a moment.

Song Hansheng took a step back, the fire talisman ignited and narrowly escaped the vines, his body was thrown into the air and fell to the edge of a cliff not far away.

She changed her mind.

It doesn't matter whether you catch it or not, just keep one alive and negotiate with those five.

There is no need for the remaining group of annoying little sheep of the righteous way to exist.

The difference in cultivation base is too great. If Zhou Xingyun was here, he might still try to fight, but the talisman cultivator has no one to protect him and has only the fate of being slaughtered. The moment Song Hansheng was about to fall to the bottom of the cliff, he clasped the edge with one hand tightly, his face pale. Pale.

The bottom is a bottomless cliff, and the only way to fall is to die.

He wants to live.

Ye Qiao, who was not far away from him, saw this scene and cursed secretly. She was actually fine, at most she was beaten a little bit badly, and Xiao Qi rubbed secretly to remind the other party of the attacking position, so she could barely avoid being too passive. .

Who would have thought that instead of fighting with him, she would attack Song Hansheng instead.

Ye Qiao hurriedly flew over and grabbed him, under Song Hansheng's extremely stunned gaze, "Hurry up, come up!"

However, no one escaped in the next second, and was mercilessly shot down by the demon saintess and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

There was silence outside.

"I rely on."

Some sighed: "I found out that I misunderstood Ye Qiao before, and she would hold Song Hansheng back."

"I've watched the competition for a long time, but Ye Qiao has always been very polite. She's just playing around, at most, she's trying to trick the rival sects, disciples of the righteous way, and she doesn't bother to use such low-handed tricks to avoid death."

Disciples of the Righteous Way are open-minded and upright.

Dao Wangqing, but not ruthless.

"As long as Ye Qiao babbles a little bit, Song Hansheng will fall. The two still have a lot of grievances. In addition to the Zongmen Grand Competition, Song Hansheng's threat is not small. If it were me, I might not be as decisive as her."

But Ye Qiao grabbed him without hesitation.

"Next, I will name a personal biography, who knows everything."

"A question, can they survive the fall? Nascent Soul's palm is not light, if there is no pill, it will really kill people."

"It's hard to say, the bottom of this kind of cliff is called a filthy place, and all kinds of evil things that can't be seen may breed. It's rare to see a monk who fell and survived."

The scene of the Dabi was already in chaos. They said everything, and some even shouted, "I'm afraid the whole army will be wiped out this time in the cultivation world." Such words caused a lot of panic, so that they asked Jianzong It was only after the suzerain stepped forward that he forcibly suppressed it.

Seeing Song Han's fall, Yun Hen, who had been standing still, suddenly stood up, with a rare anxious expression, unable to sit still, "When can I go in and save people?"

That was his chief disciple, the one he was most proud of, seeing the two of them fall helplessly, had a great impact on all the elders.

Qin Fanfan was also in a hurry, stretched out his hand and grabbed Cheng Fengzong's clothes, and his tone became cold: "There are so many personal transmissions in it, and you Chengfeng Sect has studied magic tools for so many years, and you can't even open a secret realm?"

The elder of Chengfeng Sect's face turned green and then pale, and his disciples were also inside. The two weapon repairers had no ability to protect themselves. If Ye Qiao hadn't saved people before, something might have happened now.

So it's not easy for him to hate Qin Fanfan, at least Ye Qiao saved his clan biography.

His face was gloomy, and he could only get angry at Yunhen, "There has never been a situation where someone has taken away the Origin Orb in so many years!! How could it be possible to open the secret realm forcibly in such a short time."

There was chaos outside the arena, the elders' seat and the chairman of the sect were also in chaos, the atmosphere was weird and full of depression, the elder of the sword-seeking sect looked dignified, and sighed slightly, signaling them to calm down:

"After so long, there are not a few personal transmissions that have been lost halfway in the cultivation world, so be bearish."

If possible, they don't want any disciple to have an accident, which would cause a great loss to the cultivation world.

"It's not your disciple who had the accident." Qin Fanfan also went crazy, and his little disciple was different.

The cultivation world attaches great importance to talents, especially spiritual roots, and Ye Qiao's spiritual roots are one of the few celestial grades, three cultivators plus heavenly grades, if something happens to her, I'm afraid the cultivation world will be in turmoil.

Elder Duan managed to remain calm, "Look at the other sects, their photo stones are also broken now."

What happened after the fall, completely lost the picture.

Qin Fanfan took a deep breath, he could only hope that this child would be smarter, live with Song Hansheng, and wait for them to save others.

Ye Qiao, who was not clear about the turmoil caused by the outside world, fell with Song Hansheng, and the mustard seed bag he had obtained before played a role.

The defensive magic weapon was an umbrella. After unfolding it, she grasped the handle of the umbrella and pulled Song Hansheng along the way. The two of them were falling at high speed, but the speed slowed down, and finally they landed safely and slowly on the ground.

Unsurprisingly.

Ye Qiao heaved a sigh of relief. She was sure of daring to catch Song Hansheng. With so many mustard seed bags handed down by her, basically there would be no major problems.

He fell rapidly from the bottom of the cliff, and his spiritual energy was completely swallowed by the miasma at the bottom of the cliff. Song Hansheng didn't know how to use a sword, and he didn't have any magic weapon to defend himself. no deposit.

A layer of cold sweat covered Song Hansheng's back. Looking at Ye Qiao who was walking ahead to open the way, the young man felt lingering fear. He had just recovered from the brink of life and death. His tone was a little dazed, and he said slowly, "Ye Qiao."

"Thank you."

"..."

Ye Qiao, who was looking at the surrounding environment, turned her head and raised her eyebrows lightly. Song Hansheng, who can't wait to raise his nostrils to look at people, actually wants to thank him?

"It's okay, you helped me just now." She replied while using Duozhu to clear the way.

Song Hansheng pursed his lips, followed her steps, and explained, "I thought you wouldn't save me just now." He was so shocked that he couldn't recover.

Don't talk about big competition between the two, there are grievances and grievances in the small secret realm, Song Hansheng didn't expect her to come here at all.

Whenever Ye Qiao hesitated for a moment, he would fall and end up in pieces.

Ye Qiao thought for a while, "When I was fighting with that demon saint just now, you can choose not to come out."

Since Song Hansheng didn't choose to run away, Ye Qiao couldn't just watch him fall.

It was rare for the two to meet without cynicism. Song Hansheng remembered the magic weapon she used to hold her back just now, and asked casually, "Where did you get this umbrella?"

Chang Mingzong probably didn't have the money to buy the magic weapon, or did Ye Qiao spend a huge sum of money to buy it?

Ye Qiao was stunned: "Oh."

"You mean this?" She shook her head, "Duan Hengdao found it in a bag of mustard seeds."

Shen Ziwei returned the mustard bag Yeqiao to him when he left, but she hadn't given Duan Hengdao's one, and she was going to return it when the person was rescued. Who would have thought that before returning them in time, she and Song Hansheng This ghost place is here.

Song Hansheng: "..."

He was silent for a while, and found his own from the mustard bag in Ye Qiao's hand. He pointed to the mustard bag and said word by word, "So, you went to steal again?"

Ye Qiao smiled: "Don't say that, if I don't take it, you can't get it either."

It was heartbreaking, but Song Hansheng had nothing to say. If Ye Qiao hadn't got so many mustard bags, he would have died at the bottom of this bottomless cliff.

There were clouds of black mist all around, and Ye Qiao could feel that these mist were trying to drill into people's bodies, eating away at the aura in the dantian. After a while, she felt a little tired, and frowned: "This cloud of mist will Devour the spiritual energy in your body."

Song Han cursed in a low voice, full of disgust: "What the hell is this place?"

The sound of ticking water was full of filth, and Song Han's voice was a little depressed, with a bit of unconcealable disgust in his tone: "I will never come to such a ghostly place for the second time in my life."

Dirty, cold, and eerie.

How could there be such a place in the secret realm.

Ye Qiao ignored his beeps, observed the surrounding fog, groped for the defensive magic weapon in Duan Hengdao's mustard bag, figured out how to use it, and manually activated it. The two were back to back, covered together by a protective layer .

"How long can this magic weapon last?" Ye Qiao didn't study the magic weapon.

Song Hansheng looked at it for a rough estimate, curled his lips, and said in disdain: "A quarter of an hour. Those useless personal transmissions of the Chengfeng Sect have only studied so many defensive magic weapons, and they are only at this level."

"..." Ye Qiao suddenly felt that it was not without reason that Song Hansheng could offend each of the sects on average.

This was the time when the two were most harmonious, but this harmony could not last long. The moment the magic weapon shattered, the mist gathered again and rushed towards them, scrambling to swallow them all up.

Song Hansheng had been prepared for a long time, and activated the formation formed in advance, covering the two of them inside and isolating most of the attacks. He thought it would be safe, but after a while, the slender spider silk suddenly moved towards the formation. The enchantment was knocked down.

Ye Qiao: "Damn it."

The eight-legged spider's eyes were blood red, staring at the two of them faintly, like a ferocious beast hunting quietly, and would pounce over in the next second.

After Ye Qiao experienced the ugly beast in the Nascent Soul Stage, it couldn't disgust her anymore, "Why is there something under the cliff?"

Billowing evil energy and all kinds of evil things.

Song Han's voice is not like her playing around and skipping classes all day long, her voice is weak, and she speaks very fast: "Every secret realm has it, and there are such evil spirits gathered under the cliff for these things to survive."

This kind of evil can only grow in places like the bottom of the cliff. If Ye Qiao didn't have so many mustard bags handed down by the Bishui Sect, which contained elixir to replenish aura, then all that awaited them would be the end of no bones left.

Song Hansheng really couldn't help sighing, she was really coquettish, whoever stole something and stole the mustard seed bag, the key really came in handy, but if another person came to rescue him today, the two would end up waiting to die together.

As the two walked, they saw many scattered bones along the way.

Song Hansheng quickened his pace, "We have to find a way to get out."

Otherwise, their ending will only be the same as that pile of bones.

Ye Qiao pondered for a moment, "Let me try Yu Jian."

After she finished speaking, she threw the bamboo shoots to the ground, adjusted her posture and stood up, and soon the stick flew up.

When Ye Qiao's eyes lit up and she was about to greet Song Hansheng to come up together, she suddenly lost control halfway, and was thrown off halfway through the flight.

Ye Qiao was in a panic and threw the ground into a zigzag shape.

She groaned in pain, lay down on the ground and calmed down for a moment, okay, sure enough, Yu Jian couldn't fly up.

If they could really fly up, I'm afraid the owners of those skeletons would have left long ago.

Song Han said disdainfully: "You can't grasp it, let me do it."

He also started to imitate Ye Qiao proficiently, stretched out his hand to find a flying magic weapon from Duan Hengdao's mustard bag, put it on his body, and tried to get out from under the cliff.

In the end, Song Hansheng, who fell down in the same way as Ye Qiao, also calmed down: "The magic weapon and Yujian are not good, so should we fly up by ourselves?"