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

‘Wow! ’

In the Linjiang Pavilion, Elder Huanyin, who was originally calmly tasting the Jianhua Immortal Sect's wine, became unsteady and crushed the white jade cup in his hand when he saw such an exciting scene on the screen.

Everyone else couldn't help but look at her.

Even Yueying Sword Master, who was always hot-tempered and straightforward, had a hint of pity in his eyes.

Who could accept that a disciple who had been trained for such a long time could be led astray like this in such a short period of time? If this were to get out, the reputation of Miaoyin Palace would definitely be in tatters.

Huanyin stared at the image in the mirror, her eye sockets turned red, and her eyes were filled with intense disbelief and shock.

In particular, she had assisted the Young Palace Master for almost three hundred years and had always been a role model among the disciples of Miaoyin Palace, and the leading one.

For a moment she didn't know whether to break down first or get angry.

Noticing that Huanyin's expression was showing signs of tearing, Fengqi coughed and said, "Maybe it's just the disciples playing around. It's nothing."

Fu Hua also immediately tried to comfort her: "Your Miaoyin Palace's teachings for so many years are there, how could it change so easily?"

Duan Miao clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"It doesn't matter. After all, there is no one else present."

"As long as Chao Zhao is here, it's enough!"

Huanyin gritted her teeth and spoke.

The kindness and protection he showed before, now turned into a roar to the sky, "How could this be!!!"

All the bigwigs in Linjiange were silent.

Because they found that this was really no consolation - Chao Zhao was the biggest variable.

As a result, just as Huanyin finished roaring and lowered his head, he found other people's figures in the corner of the mirror image.

He was wearing a dark blue sect robe that was simple and capable, and carrying a long sword - he was obviously a disciple of Haomiao Mountain.

Yueying: "Oh? From Haomiao Mountain?"

Phantom: “.........”

She was so angry that she fell on the table, and weakly turned her head to look at the leader of the Dushi Sect beside her: "Fuhua, come on, give me a tranquilizing pill."

Fuhua's mouth twitched.

"In your situation, the tranquility pill probably won't work."

Changing the subject, she continued, "But yesterday I saw people from Xianyu Sect taking a new kind of medicine called Jiuxin Pill. I've tried it, and it works better than Jingxin Pill. Take one and I guarantee your heart will be as calm as water."

"Heart pill?" Huanyin was puzzled for a moment, but she couldn't care about anything else now, "Quick, give me one!"

Fuhua sighed and handed her a heart pill.

Huanyin swallowed it eagerly.

"how?"

Fuhua asked, and not only her, but everyone else in Linjiange also looked over with concern.

Huanyin's expression changed immediately after taking the heart-saving pill.

Facing everyone's attention, she nodded calmly: "It is indeed useful."

——Because she was completely disheartened.

......

The disciples of Haomiao Mountain were naturally led by their chief Luo Wenshan. Although he had not yet broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, his five senses as a sword cultivator were naturally sharp. After noticing the movement here, he immediately rushed over with his disciples.

As a result, when they arrived at the scene, they were all stunned when they saw a group of music practitioners who disregarded their image and rushed towards the monster with distorted expressions, carrying their musical instruments like shrews crossing the street.

"...Is this a disciple from Miaoyin Palace?"

After a while, the disciple from Haomiao Mountain finally found his voice. He swallowed and expressed the thoughts of the disciples present, "Are the current sound cultivators... so powerful?"

Wen Xueqing in the team looked around and was suddenly startled: "It's Zhao Zhao and Fan Lian!"

"More than that." Zou Hua shook his head, "The Buddhist disciple from Amaterasu Temple is also here."

When Wen Lianchong heard Wen Xueqing's words, he immediately thought of Chao Zhao's identity... He immediately looked at Luo Wenshan: "Brother, should we go up to help?"

"..."

Luo Wenshan exhaled lightly, "I think they may not need us."

It is indeed not necessary.

Under the violent attack of the disciples of Miaoyin Palace, and the fact that the high-level monsters were stopped by Yingli, those monsters were in great pain and could not bear to be smashed so hard that they fled in all directions.

The high-level demon clan, which had always used defense to drive their opponents crazy, was obviously driven crazy first by Yingli's Acalanatha.

“Woo! Woo!——”

He howled angrily twice, and the next moment a sharp sword wind suddenly passed behind him.

"I'm here to catch you."

Chao Zhao's figure appeared behind the high-level demon in an instant. Taking advantage of the moment when he was overwhelmed by anger and relaxed, he leaned over with the Jingshuang Sword in his hand and pointed it directly at his heels.

"Ow!"

The heel was obviously his most vulnerable spot, and the sharp blade easily pierced and cut his flesh, causing blood to flow profusely.

After a successful attack, Chao Zhao turned around and attacked again with sword in hand.

Although there was no trace of murderous intent in his eyes, the cold aura around him could not be ignored.

Wind and frost gathered all around, and the sword light suddenly burst out.

'Bang!!!--'

The tip of the sword suddenly pierced into the center of the eyebrows of the high-level demon at a tricky angle. In an instant, light and shadow flashed and the light suddenly dispersed.

Once the higher-level demons die, the other demon beasts will become even more vulnerable.

Soon, this group of monsters was completely dealt with by the disciples of Miaoyin Palace.

Chao Zhao retracted the Frost Sword and jumped in front of Ying Li with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work."

Ying Li smiled faintly and shook his head.

At that time, Fanlian was giving a "summary" to the disciples of Miaoyin Palace who had tried new things.

"Who says that we sound cultivators are powerless? That's a stereotype and must be changed!"

"We are the first to try something new. As long as we do it right, more people will follow our lead in the future..."

"We are both fighting with musical instruments, but our methods are different!"

The disciples of Miaoyin Palace did not understand but were greatly shocked, and had a tendency to accept it.

At this time, Huanyin, who was as calm as water in Linjiang Pavilion, asked Fuhua for a heart-saving pill without changing her expression.

"Chao Zhao! Fellow Daoist Fan Lian!"

Just as I was finishing my summary, Wen Xueqing's voice sounded behind me.

The group turned around and saw the Haomiao Mountain team standing ten meters away from them. They had been watching for an unknown amount of time.

Fanlian: “…”

The shameful thought that had just occurred to her suddenly became more confident when she saw Chao Zhao's fearless expression.

"Fellow Literary Daoist."

Wen Lianchong followed behind Luo Wenshan and whispered, "Did they just use Yin Xiu's new fighting style?"

Before Luo Wenshan could answer, Fan Lian heard this and reacted.

"Of course!"

Fan Lian nodded seriously, "Sound cultivators also need breakthroughs and changes! The action just now is the first step for us to change the stereotype of sound cultivators!"

Zhao Zhao: “.........?”

A lever struck a chord with the sound cultivators in the world of cultivation?

Huanyin stretched out her hand towards Fuhua tremblingly: "Another one..."