Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

"Get out of the way!"

Ye Qiao snorted coldly, and when the disciples of the Su family saw that it was him, hope was born in their despairing eyes.

The Scarlet Firmament Sword stabbed over in a thunderous manner, and he twirled a mantra, only to see a mass of red brilliance blooming brilliantly and vastly, destroying the formation in an instant.

The group of men in black surrounded Ye Qiao, holding samurai swords in both hands, pointing countless knives at him.

The rest of the patriarchs and disciples who survived by chance knew that they had finally been rescued the moment they saw him!

One of the disciples of the Su family shouted, "Master Ye, be careful, these foreign cultivators are ruthless, merciless and tricky, so be careful!"

Ye Qiao narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were cold, and the group of men in black shouted and rushed towards him.

Everyone held their breath for him and watched the battle with breathless eyes.

Ye Qiao drew circles in one hand and held Chixiao Sword in the other, twisted a mantra in his mouth, and the moment he swung the sword, a red light exploded like a constellation of stars and flashed a deep light, Qinglong Qisu launched a fierce attack, killing all the group The man in black fell.

The group of people next to them looked shocked, and the Patriarchs couldn't help but praise, "The Poyun Jue technique really lives up to its reputation, it's amazing!"

In order to save their lives, those who survived in the crowd ignited the torches in their hands and voluntarily gave up the game. There were also some courageous ones who felt that no one would dare to make trouble when Ye Qiao came. Name, bite the bullet and go through the barrier.

The disciples of the Su family rushed forward, with the joy of the rest of their lives on their faces.

He said respectfully to Ye Qiao, "Thank you Immortal Master Ye for your help."

He nodded. "Are any of you injured?"

The disciples of the Su family shook their heads neatly.

"We ran fast when we saw danger, and no one was injured."

Ye Qiao smiled, it really is a disciple taught by Su Bailang, he has good footwork, he runs away if he can't beat him, and he really uses it at critical moments.

"Your Patriarch has something to do and he can't come here for the time being, so you just follow me."

When the disciples of the Su family heard that their Patriarch was not coming, they looked depressed, but they were pleasantly surprised when they heard that they could follow Ye Qiao.

"Yes!" All the disciples shouted together, obediently following behind Ye Qiao.

"Have you seen Dong Zhao?"

One of the disciples of the Su family said: "I've seen it, Dong Xianjun is good at clearing the customs all the way, and he has hunted down countless evil spirits. It is estimated that he should have reached the depths of the forest by now."

Ye Qiao waved his hand to signal them to follow, and chased towards the depths of the forest.

As they walked deeper into the forest, the surroundings became darker. Suddenly, the sound of crows in the sky shook the sky, and they came flying all over the sky, flying around above their heads, and the sky instantly became pitch black.

Thousands of red-eyed crows looked at them strangely and surrounded them.

Everyone held long swords and became vigilant.

The Chixiao sword in his hand trembled restlessly in the scabbard, ready to break out of the scabbard and come out to fight.

Ye Qiao took a look, turned to the side, and left the home field to the group of Su family children who needed to practice.

The disciples of the Su family looked at the people who withdrew to the side to watch the battle. Without Immortal Master Ye to open the way in front of them, they all began to panic. Some were so frightened that their legs trembled, and some even dropped the sword fell to the ground.

Ye Qiao shook his head helplessly, "The disciples taught by Su Bailang are really unreliable. Why are they so timid? Could it be that they are flowers in the greenhouse and have never gone down the mountain to practice?"

He raised his voice and said, "What are you afraid of? Use everything you have learned. If you are afraid, light the paper in your hand and go home! Don't embarrass Patriarch Su."

The disciples of the Su family glanced at each other, mustered up the courage to pick up the long sword that fell on the ground again, the red-eyed crow flying in the sky screamed wildly, and swooped down madly towards the group of Su family disciples on the ground.

Thousands of red-eyed crows open their long, sharp mouths. They like to eat human flesh and suck human marrow. If one is accidentally surrounded by a group of red-eyed crows, he will be torn to pieces.

They frightened and waved the long swords in their hands indiscriminately, scaring the rules of the game into chaos.

Seeing this, Ye Qiao couldn't help but sighed, and shouted to the group of disciples: "If you really can't beat them, form a seal, or form an formation, and when the group of crows get tired of attacking, then wipe them out in one fell swoop."

After hearing this, all the disciples of the Su family quickly twirled the mantra and formed seals, and created a vajra mask in a panic. The disciples were protected by the vajra mask, and the group of red-eyed crows rushed towards them with flapping wings. Unable to break into the vajra hood.

After a while, the red-eyed crows got tired of hitting them, so they dared to put away the vajra mask, and started to kill with swords. Countless crows were cut in half and fell to the ground.

All the red-eyed crows fell down, and the crows that landed on the ground turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared instantly. A bronze medal fell from the sky, indicating that the pass was successful.

All the disciples of the Su family were overjoyed holding the bronze medals, and saluted Ye Qiao respectfully, "Thank you Immortal Master Ye for your careful guidance."

Ye Qiao just smiled faintly, nodded slightly and led the crowd to continue walking forward.

With his guidance along the way, the Su family broke through three levels in a row and easily won the gold medal.

When walking forward, in a forest, people in twos and threes were sitting and resting under the trees.

The tired look on each face is obvious.

In order not to disturb them, Ye Qiao walked over very lightly, checking one by one to see if Dong Zhao was there.

I searched around, but I didn't see where Dong Zhao was.

Ye Qiao felt a little lost in her heart.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar and exciting voice from behind.

"Master!"

Ye Qiao turned around suddenly, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitched, it really was him.

Dong Zhao ran towards him with a smile like a flower.

He hugged him around the waist and lifted him above his head.

The people on the side were both shocked and envious. The gentle, lovely, elegant and bright Immortal Master Ye is the white moonlight in everyone's heart, the dream lover of the entire world of cultivating immortals, even if they are sitting and talking together, it is a scene that can only appear in dreams , the unattainable Great Immortal Official, now someone can hold Immortal Master Ye high in front of them, it is simply envious and jealous!

Ye Qiao rested his hands on Dong Zhao's shoulders, his eyebrows were crescent-like, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. When he smiled, Dong Zhao lost his soul.

"Put me down quickly, they are all watching." Ye Qiao patted him on the shoulder.

Dong Zhao's bright eyes were all about him, and he said with a smile, "Let them watch if they want to. Anyway, I haven't hugged enough yet."

Everyone's eyes fell on Dong Zhao's body, with jealousy and resentment in their eyes. Who wouldn't want to be the one who is holding Immortal Master Ye at the moment, not to mention hugging, just holding hands, or standing side by side. It is also a great honor, I have no regrets in this life, I am satisfied!

All the disciples of the Su family were shocked, and someone among the group of disciples murmured in a low voice: "Is this okay? I should have confessed to my teacher earlier..."