After being reincarnated into the fairy world, I created and flew many sects

When everyone heard this, they looked at the brocade box in her hand, and in an instant they all understood what this girl had planned.

Before Jiang Yueli could start counting down, everyone had disappeared.

Zhao Bangtian collapsed on the ground, and he had not yet recovered from the oppressive feeling Zhou Yang had brought to him. As a result, the next second, someone had an open brocade box pressed against his face.

That sock had a very strong attack power. Yesterday, he dealt with it successfully. The aura it exuded went straight to Tianling Gai, and one breath of it was enough to send someone to hell.

"Ahem!! Ugh, vomit, vomit..."

Zhao Sidian was so choked that he couldn't even open his eyes. He hurriedly took off his socks, threw them aside, got up and ran away.

But at this time, a man ran towards him despite the overwhelming stench, and threw down another sock of the same style.

"Fifth Junior Brother, I really underestimated you. You actually broke through the barrier and secretly came under my bed to rummage through my socks." Ling Ye pinched his nose and said in a low voice.

"Also, since you have contaminated this sock, you can help me wash the other one as well."

Looking at his senior brother's other sock, Zhao Sidian's facial features twisted, he pinched it gently with his fingertips and threw it into the brocade box.

When the two socks were collected, he just said, "I'm sorry, brother," and ran away with the box in his arms without looking back.

Ling Ye followed his junior brother back to the team and bumped into the little junior sister's face that was filled with bitterness and resentment.

Li Jiaojiao could no longer look directly at her senior brother. When she saw him coming back, she unconsciously moved away and said softly:

"Brother, do you never wash your socks? How can a cultivator be so unhygienic..."

Ling Ye was most afraid of being disliked by his junior sister, so he quickly waved his hand, "No, no, I wash them every day, and I hid those two socks to use against the Mochizuki Sect..."

Who knew that the fifth junior brother with a weak hand would steal it and marinate it with medicinal powder, making the small square full of smoke and smoke?

Li Jiaojiao felt a little relieved, "Oh, that's right. But I still think you're a little disgusting..."

If nothing else, who is a good person who hides smelly socks under the bed? Not afraid to smoke yourself to death.

Even the famously ridiculous Mochizuki Clan Biography wouldn't do this.

Ling Ye's heart broke when he heard his junior sister commenting on him like this.

The simple image had been lost, he raised his hand and punched the fifth junior brother, "It's all your fault, isn't it good to use your own socks? You have to steal mine!"

Zhao Sidian looked away and muttered:

"That's not because I saw you perform extremely well in the competition that day, and you smoked the spiritual grass as soon as you took off your shoes..."

"Stop, you are not allowed to say any more." Ling Ye covered his mouth, "This matter is the dark history of our Baiyun Sect. You are not allowed to mention a word in the future. Do you understand?"

"Oh."

……

While the Baiyun Sect's family members were fussing in the audience, Xu Weixian found the bead hidden by Zhao Bangtian, put it into another box, and brought it to the stage.

The members of the Wangyue clan stood in a row waiting on top, and there was even a shadow in their hearts. It wasn't until I saw that the brocade box contained indeed an orb that I breathed a sigh of relief.

"The opening time of the space is limited, so don't come one by one. Let's go in together later."

Xu Wei first said, taking off the bead emitting blue-purple light, placing it on Jiang Yueli's palm, and then began to inject spiritual energy into it.

"Sect Master Xu, wait a moment."

Shen Yunzhu, who had been acting as a transparent person next to her, suddenly spoke. She walked out of the team and went straight to Xu Weixian and asked:

"The space here will only give us things as needed and will not cause other impacts, right?"

"Well, you can rest assured on this." Xu Wei first took a look at the delicate little female cultivator, "Our Baiyun Sect's elders went in a hundred years ago. The spiritual energy there flows slowly, the energy is gentle, and it is very safe."

Shen Yunzhu smiled and said, "That's good. Thank you, Sect Leader Xu."

Everyone else thought that her cultivation was not enough, so they were worried about whether she would be reviled if she went in. Only Jiang Yueli understood clearly in her heart that the junior sister was afraid that her fake body would be too much to bear when entering a special place, so she asked.

Thinking of this, she remembered what the Lord of the Secret Realm said before leaving that day.

Is the person who has been lying to her Shen Yunzhu?

If this was the case, it couldn't be called deception. After all, she already knew the true identity and purpose of the younger junior sister.

But if it were someone else, it would be a really scary story.

While Jiang Yueli was stunned, Xu Weixian had already injected spiritual energy into the beads, and a large aperture that resembled a portal suddenly appeared on the stage.

The members of the Wangyue Sect were all excited and eager to get in. Xu Weixian then ordered:

"Remember, after you get inside, Shifang Space will automatically select the corresponding resources for you. You must not take them by yourself, otherwise you will be counterattacked."

Seeing that this group of people were patting their chests and promising not to take anything carelessly, Xu Weixian stopped talking nonsense and stepped aside, "Come in, I wish you all good luck."

This ten-dimensional space only opened once in a hundred years, and it was just handed over to the Wangyue Sect. In fact, he was quite distressed.

But there is no way, who made it their turn to host this competition? The worst case scenario is to get it back from other sects later.

Jiang Yueli and others entered the special space and disappeared in an instant. The disciples of each sect could only watch in the audience, swallowing their saliva with envy.

However, Murong Yi was the only one on the scene who looked slightly strange, moved his lips, and hesitated whether to tell what he knew.

The moment a few people entered, he suddenly saw a picture in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The seven members of the Wangyue Sect were in seven different positions. There was an old man sitting on the cloud, injecting spiritual energy into them continuously, as if he was setting up some advanced formation.

The old man's clothes were clean and tidy, and he did not look like a demon or an evil cultivator from the realm of chaos. However, the scenery in this picture was constantly changing and the space was turbulent. It was obviously not what Xu Weixian had described.

So, what exactly did they find inside?

When Jiang Yueli first stepped into that space, she felt that her whole body was enveloped by a calm and warm airflow. When she looked up again, she saw an endless sea of ​​flowers. The sky was very low, as if she could raise her hand. I can poke open the light blue curtain and follow it like a cloud.

This beautiful scenery was nothing like what she had imagined.

While she was intoxicated, she turned around and saw her junior brothers and sisters behind her, and was shocked, "Damn it, why are you all dressed like this?"