The whole sect is full of villains, but the junior sister has a hole in her brain

On the second day, in the early morning light, a wisp of purple air slowly came from the east.

The disciples of the sect followed the rising sun and went straight up the Thousand Cloud Ladder from the foot of the mountain gate of the Jianhua Immortal Sect.

When Chao Zhao saw the Thousand Cloud Ladder, she remembered her fabricated experience of jumping off a cliff. She didn't know how those disciples would make up stories about her later...

The Thousand Cloud Ladder was surrounded by clouds and mist, and the human figures were looming in the clouds. The road ahead was not clear, and there was a deep abyss underfoot.

Lou Fuyue turned around and found that Zhao Zhao was distracted. She couldn't help but put her hand on her shoulder and asked, "What are you thinking about, little sister?"

"I'm wondering what the headline of Xuan Tian Ling will be later."

Chao Zhao answered him seriously, and at the end she did not forget to pull Rong Jizhi tightly to her side, "Third Brother, be careful."

The Thousand Cloud Ladder of the Jianhua Immortal Sect is high and steep, with the sharp sword force that has lingered in the Jianhua Immortal Sect for thousands of years looming overhead. It has always been used to sharpen the Tao hearts of new disciples.

Disciples in the Jindan stage need to be cautious when climbing the Thousand Cloud Ladder, but the five masters and disciples of Xianyu Sect were as calm as climbing ordinary stairs, and even did not forget to chat.

Compared with the other sect disciples around him who had solemn expressions and could hardly move as if there were thousands of pounds of weight under their feet, they were completely at two extremes.

Even so, Chao Zhao still chose to blindly believe that her senior brother was just a weak and self-incapable medical practitioner who had just established his foundation!

"...Junior Sister, I can do it myself."

Rong Jizhi helplessly repeated the words he had already repeated several times.

But Chao Zhao's first impression had already been formed.

His face looked a little pale today, and in Chao Zhao's eyes, his already thin figure looked like it would fall over if the wind blew.

"Third brother, don't be so stubborn." Chao Zhao sighed and said in an adult's tone, "I believe Chao Zhao can take good care of you!"

"..."

Rong Ji looked with a sense of despair at his master and two senior brothers who were watching the show nearby.

So what on earth did they instill in Chao Zhao's mind that made her keep such a close eye on him now?

......

In the towering pavilion hall of Jianhua Immortal Sect, pillars stood all around. The mountain breeze blew through the hollow hall but was weakened by the formation. In the bright and clean hall, the leader of Jianhua Immortal Sect and leaders of other sects were all present.

A huge mirror was floating in the center of the hall, and the scene reflected in the mirror was the disciples of the sect climbing the Thousand Cloud Ladder.

Among them, walking in the front were Xue Xingzhi and his group, with Ji Shu and Shen Mingyue also among them. They will represent the Jianhua Immortal Sect to attend the sect exchange conference.

Compared with other sect disciples, Xue Xingzhi walked very fast without stopping for a moment, and soon left the others behind.

Although his fellow junior brothers and sisters encountered some difficulties occasionally, they still made steady progress.

Seeing this scene, Elder Huanyin of Miaoyin Palace smiled and looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the first seat, who was wearing a gorgeous crane cloak and had a peaceful and calm expression: "Your sect disciple is so outstanding, Sect Master Feng should be relieved."

Upon hearing this, Feng Qi, the leader of Jianhua Immortal Sect, smiled faintly and said, "Elder Huanyin, you are wrong. These children just took advantage of the host country and are not outstanding. In my opinion, the elite disciples of each sect are all outstanding."

Hearing Feng Qi's Tai Chi words, Elder Huanyin curled his lips in boredom. He was not tired of being in the mud after hundreds of years.

A man in a dark blue robe with auspicious cloud patterns and a white jade crown on his head spoke slowly, "Our sect's disciples are still far behind Frost Sword Master's eldest disciple... I heard that the child has already formed a Nascent Soul?"

"Yes, Xingzhi is not only talented but also good at kendo."

Feng Qi responded to him gently, "Master Duan, isn't your beloved disciple also striving for the Nascent Soul stage?"

The person who just asked the question was Duan Miao, the owner of Taixu Tower in Dongxuanzhou.

Taixu Tower is proficient in magic and has gathered many magic practitioners. It is the largest sect of magic practitioners in the world of cultivation.

Hearing Feng Qi mention his beloved disciple, Duan Miao's tone was filled with pride: "Of course, Qiu'er's talent is closest to Uncle Shang's."

Shang Yi of Taixu Tower was once the number one cultivator of magic and one of the seven Fenghua people. He died in the war between the two races.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the originally lively and harmonious hall suddenly became quiet, and a silent undercurrent flowed around.

When the atmosphere was stagnant, a crisp and cute female voice suddenly resounded throughout the hall: "You have no sense, if you can't find a topic to talk about, then don't do it."

The person who spoke was wearing a green bamboo shirt and had a bamboo hairpin casually pinned on his head. His movements were casual and neat, without any shyness at all.

"vanity!"

Duan Miao glared at him, then gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't mean it!"

"Yo yo yo, I didn't mean it."

Fuhua said in a sarcastic tone, "But you still said it."

Duan Miao was furious: "You!!!"

But he couldn't say anything harsh to this crazy woman, because she would really bite him, for real!

"What's wrong with me? Do you dare to do anything to me?"

Fu Hua laughed and retorted, "If you mess with me, I will not only bite you, but I will also cut off your Taixu Tower's medicine!"

This person is the leader of the Dushi Sect, the first major medical sect in the world of cultivation.

Zhong Lihao, the leader of the Wuxiang Mansion, the largest talisman cultivation sect, came out to try to reconcile them: "Alright, alright, you two have been arguing for hundreds of years, why are you still using the same tactics?"

Duan Miao snorted coldly and said subconsciously: "Zhongli Hao, you really have the same personality as your master, both of you are peacemakers."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fuhua picked up the spiritual fruit on the table and threw it over.

She weighed the remaining spiritual fruit in her hand speechlessly, and looked at Duan Miao who was holding his forehead in pain, and said in a very speechless tone: "Studying medicine really can't save the brain-damaged."

"..."

Duan Miao blushed and stiffened his neck, staring at Zhongli Hao, whose mouth corners had smoothed out, and explained guiltily: "Haozi, believe me, I didn't mean it..."

Zhongli Hao directly replied him with five words coldly and ruthlessly: "Do we know each other?"

Everyone else couldn't help laughing.

Everyone present knew that the previous lord of Wuxiang Mansion, Zhongli Hao's master Qiu Baiqi, was the only one of the seven Fenghua people who returned alive from the battlefield.

Unfortunately, although he survived, he was seriously injured and had been in seclusion for nearly three hundred years. Even Zhongli Hao didn't know what his master's current situation was.

The Moon Shadow Sword Master of Haomiao Mountain snorted with disdain.

"You are all a bunch of old people who have been fighting for hundreds of years. Why are you pretending?"

After saying that, he turned around and stared at Feng Qi: "Feng Qi, let me ask you, does Jian Hua Xian Zong know the whereabouts of the Sword Saint?"

Yueying Sword Master's direct question once again made the atmosphere in the hall tense.