I saved the whole sect by playing badly

On the other side, the relatives who separated and fled almost scattered like birds and beasts.

Zhou Xingyun and Xue Yu ran together, and all the sword cultivators' natal swords were in the mustard bag, which was the most stomach-ache.

People outside the venue began to point around the other sects:

"Ye Qiao has a bag of mustard seeds."

"She should have given it to Duan Hengdao in the first place. Then she would give it to those who passed it on personally. At least there will be a mustard bag and a chance to fight back."

At least it won't be such a one-sided situation.

"But what if the horizontal knife plan fails? The mustard seed bag will be sent back to the demons? It is the best choice for her to hold it. At least it can guarantee that the mustard seed bag will not be taken away by the demons."

The relatives are all running for their lives, no one knows that Ye Qiao has a mustard bag in his hand, and it has been so long, Ye Qiao should have gone out.

"At least one of our sects ran out." Panting, Mingxuan threw out the few talismans on his body.

At least it wasn't wiped out.

"I don't know if my father will buy me the most expensive cemetery after I die."

Xue Yu glanced at him, "Don't think about it, you are dead, rest in peace."

"You are so bad." Mu Chongxi clicked his tongue, "Why do you want to smash the boy's last wish?"

Finally, after discussing for a while, several sword cultivators chose to stop the two Nascent Souls and let the others escape.

"Fuxiu stay here." Ye Qinghan said: "If there is any talisman, don't throw it away. Hurry up and let Danxiu and Qixiu go first."

Everything that Danxiu and Qixiu can use is in the mustard bag, and it's useless to keep it.

Rune Xiu can still leave the formation.

Yun Que subconsciously wanted to run away, but Ming Xuan ruthlessly dragged her back. The young man raised his clear voice slightly, and stared straight at her with peachy eyes, "Why are you running? Aren't you Fuxiu?"

"Who wants to die with you!" Yun Que lost control of his emotions, "Why should I stay?"

"You didn't have the awareness of sacrificing one's life and forgetting to die before you became a personal pass. What kind of personal pass are you doing?" Chu Xingzhi sneered, "This is the realm of comprehension."

Yun Que bit her lip and held back her tears, "What about Ye Qiao? She has already run away, why don't you allow me to run! She used to run faster than anyone else, why should you only blame me?" She was wronged to death, People are selfish, so why ask her to give selflessly.

Chu Xingzhi choked slightly for a moment.

"Why didn't she run if she could?" Shen Zi was slightly stunned, "Besides, who told you that Ye Qiao ran away?"

This is a huge misunderstanding.

*

Temporarily unable to find a way to fly up, the two could only continue to walk inside, trying to see if there was a way out.

Ye Qiao: "There are a lot of dead bones, it seems that many people died."

"They should all be casual cultivators." When Song Hansheng said this, his disdain for casual cultivators was also in every line.

Ye Qiao was speechless: "This is the time, thank you for putting away your class discrimination."

Song Han snorted coldly.

Ye Qiao stretched out her hand and pulled over the KFC that jumped down together.

The duo looked at each other and set their sights on the only phoenix that could fly up unimpeded.

"Hey, hey, KFC." Ye Qiao looked at it with sparkling eyes, "Can you make it bigger and take the two of us up there?"

It looked at Ye Qiao with a look of "Are you crazy?".

It's impossible to think about it with your toes.

The Kentucky chicken is small in size, and two people might crush it. Others may not think of flying on a monster. After all, mounts and monsters are different. Facts have proved that true knowledge comes from practice. Although Ye Qiao is often caught by the red bird She jumped up and down, but she also told everyone with her show operation.

You can really fly on a monster.

Ye Qiao stroked her chin.He began to think of other ways to go out, "Since there are monsters like spiders, I guess there must be other monsters here."

Song Han's face was expressionless, and he said coldly: "Why do you just say what you want?" Anyway, after hurting each other for so long, Ye Qiao's words will not be good.

"How about this, let's divide the work." Ye Qiao put her hands behind her back and smiled slightly: "You set up an array to protect me, I will use the bamboo shoots to attract those monsters, pick one that can take us up, and the other monsters will fly to you." solve it."

"How about it?"

Song Han laughed angrily, "Would you choose a concubine in the harem here?"

Also pick a monster.

But I have to say, this method is feasible.

*

"No, what are those in-laws of the Changming Sect doing?"

"The numbers on the jade slips of Changmingzong still move."

Who did it?

They were all arrested on the first day, and until now all the relatives were busy fleeing. The numbers hadn't moved for a long time, but when everyone was worried about the situation of their children, the numbers moved strangely.

The number of Chang Mingzong soared all the way to the first level.

The first sword-seeking sect originally had about one hundred monsters, but the Changming sect was fourth, with sixty, making up a whole number, so you don't have to think about who did it.

Now the Changming Sect ranks first, and there is still a growing trend.

are you crazy?

Which personal transmission is so desperate, fleeing, and still have the time to deal with a few monsters? ? ?

At the bottom of the cliff, the moment the bamboo shoots were taken out, the monsters swarmed up in a moment.

Unsurprisingly, their cultivation base is not high, and they all have strange shapes. Ye Qiao frowned, "They just grow randomly because no one can see them in this kind of place?"

Song Hansheng couldn't get this kind of cold joke, and his tone was cold: "Don't talk nonsense, pick it quickly."

"This?" Ye Qiao clicked his tongue and pointed to the blue bird not far away.

"Too fat."

Ye Qiao: "The black one?"

"Too ugly."

Ye Qiao: "You have so many things to do."

Other monsters: "..." Although they couldn't understand, they became surprisingly angry and manic.

While the two were having a fruitless conversation, Ye Qiao urged the sword art. Although there was a difference in realm from those Jindan stage monsters, with Song Hansheng's support, the scene was temporarily controlled by them. .

In the end, Ye Qiao chose a red bird, then threw the bamboo shoots into the field, and pointed at the Jindan stage monster, "It's so big, isn't it just for us to ride? Song Hansheng, that's all. Get rid of the other monsters quickly so we can ride it out."

The corner of Song Hansheng's mouth twitched, as expected of you.

"Go." He took a deep breath, "I'll draw some defensive talismans, the formation won't last so long."

There were not many talismans left, and it was rare that he didn't have to flee. Song Hansheng simply drew his breath on the spot, hooked his spiritual sense to the Langhao brush and began to draw the talisman.

Talismans are very useful at the bottom of the cliff, and the two of them have used them a lot, but it is really not enough now.

Seeing this, Ye Qiao nodded and didn't bother him, choosing to deal with the attracted monsters.

Anyway, she has a lot of mustard bags, but she can still spell pills, talismans, and magic tools if she can't beat them.

It was the first time Ye Qiao experienced the happiness of Resource Dog.

Song Hansheng's movement of drawing the talisman was swift, and several times in a row passed by, his face paled a lot.

Seeing his miserable appearance, knowing that it was the result of overdrawing his spiritual consciousness, Ye Qiao swung the monsters that were approaching him with a bamboo shoot, and kindly asked, "Can you continue like this?"

She usually draws talismans with overdrawn consciousness, and then wakes up to draw, and gets dizzy after drawing, and so on.

Song Hansheng: "Yes." After speaking, the blood under his nose flowed down again.

He wiped the blood blankly.

The head can be broken, the blood can be shed, and the face cannot be lost.

He is the best generation of talisman cultivators in Yueqing Sect.

"Forget it." Ye Qiao looked at the familiar scene where he lost too much blood and would faint in the next second, and fell silent for a while, "Let me draw it."

The bamboo shoots in her hand activated the Qingfeng Jue, and another move of Qingfeng went down, and the surrounding area was instantly empty, "You just set up an array to block these monsters, and I will draw the talisman."

Fighting monsters is easy, but drawing talismans is difficult. To repair talismans and draw talismans, you need to concentrate on a quiet place to succeed. Song Hansheng's level is nothing to say, and there is no one who fails in this environment.

Ye Qiao sighed, the reason why the chief is the chief is not unreasonable.

"You know how to draw symbols?" Song Hansheng glanced at her. Ye Qiao's ability to draw characters has never been seen before, and her level is still a mystery.

This kind of talisman that can save lives at critical moments will shatter if you are not careful, and the success rate is extremely low. When Song Hansheng came into contact with this kind of talisman for the first time, it took a long time to figure it out.

The advantage of two talisman repairs is that if one's spiritual consciousness is overdrawn, the other can also be topped up.

Ye Qiao: "Yes." After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but wonder about life for a moment.

Does he look like the kind of talisman who is so idle that he can only form formations but not draw talismans?

Song Hansheng's knowledge of the sea really couldn't hold it anymore, he threw his Langhao brush to her, and urged: "Please hurry up."

Everyone has a different talent in drawing talismans, if the speed is too fast, it will be easily ruined if you are not careful, so talisman repair with less talent needs to be drawn stroke by stroke.

He didn't expect Ye Qiao's talent to be so fast, but at least he couldn't be like Yun Que.

The speed at which Yun Que drew a stroke and rested for a while before almost made Song Hansheng angry and had a cerebral thrombosis.

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Two chapters, six thousand and five, don't say I'm messed up woo woo woo, I'm really busy