Huh?

The leaders of each sect looked at Gu Wuyou in confusion, and the other monks nearby were also very surprised. Could it be that the Miaoyin Sect is actually a hidden wealthy sect, and the younger disciples all carry a bunch of magic weapons with them as backup?

Gu Wuyou smiled and said: "Even if it is just for training, it is a pity that the magic weapon is destroyed in vain. I am not the kind of person who just comes up with ideas without considering the reality. The reason why I proposed to attract firepower is because we happen to have extra magic weapons.

The key is that it’s cheap, easy to use, and plentiful, so you don’t feel bad if it breaks.”

Li Dan: "Junior brother refers to..."

"Paper crane."

Gu Wuyou turned over his hands and took out something, which was his car, the Paper Flying Chicken.

Everyone has seen this thing before, and many people have secretly ridiculed it. Secondly, it looks weird. The most important thing is that the way it flies like a chicken pecking at rice is so weird.

Li Dan: "This...paper crane, how many juniors are there?"

He thinks more about it.

First of all, the paper crane is considered an entry-level magic weapon, and it really doesn’t hurt if it breaks.

And no matter how fragile it looks, after all, it is a magic weapon refined by the Eight Meridians. It may not be able to withstand the golden light, but it can at least block the monk. This is enough. The monk uses all his strength, and his speed cannot be underestimated.

Secondly, the method of refining and using paper cranes is universal. Almost every monk above Juyuan has made and used it, so there is no problem of unfamiliarity.

But is that a paper crane? That’s a paper flying chicken.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the flying principle of a paper chicken is very different from that of a paper crane.

Gu Wuyou shook his head: "I only have one, but Senior Sister Yingying has nine."

In fact, there is a paper donkey in his storage ring, but that thing can't fly, and Gu Wuyou also knows what's good and bad. In the past, he used paper donkeys to carry people as much as possible, but now in front of colleagues from various sects, of course it's even more important.

I don’t want to take the initiative to look for ridicule.

Ying Ying was standing next to me the whole time.

Li Dan and others looked at her.

Ying Ying: "Yes, I have nine paper cranes. Junior Brother Wuyou refined them and gave them to me. I'm not that boring."

Li Dan pointed at the paper chicken in Gu Wuyou's hand: "Are they all like this?"

"Of course not." Ying Ying shook her head, "A serious paper crane, the kind that can flap its wings... Well, some of the wings are a little longer. You are a novice, so your technique is so unstable, everyone knows."

Yingying waved her hand, and a row of paper cranes appeared on the dormant warehouse.

Nine paper cranes should be enough to protect yourself.

Li Dan nodded and said, "Then, please go to the trouble of winning senior sister."

"Wait a minute." Gu Wuyou shouted, "What does trouble win, Senior Sister? Our Miaoyin Sect only produces magic weapons, not people."

Ying Ying glared: "Why don't you attack others? My body skills are very flexible."

Silly sister, you were listening beside us while everyone was discussing. Don’t you understand what taking risks means?

"This is not a matter of inflexibility." Gu Wuyou waved his hand, "Senior sister, have you forgotten? The purpose of this experience is communication and running-in. Our Miaoyin Sect cannot steal the limelight and leave no chance for others to perform."

Ying Ying laughed angrily: "How stupid do you think I am?"

The other monks are not stupid either, they all know that Gu Wuyou is talking nonsense, he just doesn't want to take the risk of defeating Ying.

But is this wrong?

Competition within a group often does not affect the unity of the outside world. For example, there is competition among various sects, but they are still united when encountering enemies. To put it bluntly, life is about drawing circles, and it is nothing more than a big circle and a small circle.

"It's because I didn't think well." Li Dan said with a smile, "Yes, we are all experienced people. How can we let my colleagues from the Miaoyin Sect stand out? I, Li Dan, am the first to be unconvinced."

Lin Xiu: "Leave it to Wenjianfeng, of course we are the fastest in terms of speed."

"Are you great at swordplay?" Ying Ying curled her lips, "You can't beat Jin Guang if you're fast. No matter how fast you are, you can't beat Jin Guang? Being flexible and adaptable is the key. However, the people you ask about Jianfeng are all one-sided and stupid and bold.

.”

The truth is correct, but no one thinks that winning against Sakura will make you much stronger.

Most monk inheritances, whether flying swords, musical rhythms, or traditional spells, generally use long-range attacks.

When it comes to flexibility of movement, Wanxian Valley is the most professional.

However, the monks are not used to shirk their responsibilities. The decision to attract firepower is made by the leaders. Of course, they should be responsible for taking risks - except for Gu Wuyou, who is the only leader who is not at the peak of the Golden Core.

Wang Feng, the leader of Ten Thousand Immortals Valley, was seriously injured and unconscious, and was automatically excluded from their participation.

Actually there is another reason.

Going back thousands of years, the attitude of monks towards monsters is actually not much different from that of Taoist priests. It was not until the establishment of the Ten Thousand Immortals Valley that monster cultivators were gradually accepted by the monk world, and the "naturalized" monsters were recognized as members of the monks.

But the natural barriers between ethnic groups are not so easy to eliminate.

Monks are generally dissatisfied with the behavior of demon cultivators, but of course this can be tolerated. Not mentioning the constraints of the sect and the harmony of the monk world, it is not certain who will suffer if there is a quarrel.

You must know that the strength of demon cultivators is no worse than that of human cultivators. Otherwise, how could Ten Thousand Immortals Valley be among the five major sects?

But subconsciously, the monks still feel that human beings are the masters of all spirits, and those non-human beings are unreliable and can easily fall out of control at critical moments. After all, they are transformed into beasts. What if instinct breaks out and ignores the overall situation?

Xiao Yang touched his nose and said with a smile: "Let's do it."

A female monk next to him nodded silently.

Ten people from the Benshan Sect also came, but for the descendants of the Benshan Sect who are good at the art of combining two instruments, the correct term should be "five pairs".

Xiao Yang's "Taoist couple" looks very well-behaved, which by no means means that the status of female monks in Benshanmen is low. In fact, in Benshanmen, the common situation among Taoist couples is that female monks dominate, because their methods seem to be practiced by women.

Better results.

As the saying goes, strength means everything.

Xiao Yang is the eldest disciple of the headmaster, and his cultivation level is higher than that of his Taoist companions, so naturally he is the master.

By the way, the "good wishes" of secular people are overthinking. The Taoist couples in this sect are different from Taoist couples in the general sense. Most of them are simply training partners. There is no love between men and women, only the friendship of fellow disciples.

Ben Shanmen is also good at hand-to-hand combat, and his body skills are indeed remarkable.

Ying Ying still wanted to object, but Gu Wuyou glared at her: "Are you leading the team or am I the team leader? Unless you want to make a note in your notebook, otherwise just shut up."

Oh, let me go, Xiao Guzi has betrayed you!

Ying Ying was about to get angry when Gu Wuyou's message rang in her ears: "Sister, can we have some snacks? What are you here for? Support me, you don't want to lose my face!"

Yingying ran to the side and sulked.

Seeing that no one objected anymore, Li Dan said: "Then those responsible for attracting the golden light attack will be Brother Xiao. I personally suggest that Brother Gu Wuyou should stay at the Immortal Boat and be responsible for opening the door. I wonder if you have any objections?"

"I'll stay too." Zhu Wanning from a distance suddenly interrupted.

To be honest, Zhu Wanning has the highest level of cultivation among the practitioners, and Li Dan is slightly inferior. It is a waste for her to stay in the spaceship, but it is not very important, because destroying the air guard is not a pure duel of strength, and missing her will have little impact.

.

Everyone also understands Zhu Wanning's thoughts.

It was obvious that she believed that Comte was the mortal form of a god... no matter what her basis was, she attached great importance to Comte's safety, and of course she refused to leave even half a step away.

"It doesn't have to be like this." Kongde shook his head, "If I were really an immortal, how could I be in danger? Since Immortal Shenxu wants you to complete your training, you should follow his wishes. The immortal boat is safe and I am fine."

Zhu Wanning had already roughly told Lao Dao what happened.

The veteran is still a little confused, but his years in the world are not in vain. He has already understood that there is an existence with a voice exactly like his own, and he has made up a set of specious theories to deceive everyone that he is a mortal being.

Of course he is not.

He is the old Taoist Kong De, one of the "only two" descendants of the Shenxu Sect, and the master of the current head Gu Wuyou.

No matter who the voice was and what its true purpose was, it was a fact that he had arranged an identity for himself and did not have to worry about being thrown out as trash by a group of monks.

Comte also knew very well that he could not recognize his apprentice in public.

Well now the opportunity has come.

Everyone went out to deal with the so-called devil, and there were only two Taoist priests left in the fairy boat, the master and the apprentice, so they could naturally communicate with each other.

Of course, it's not 100% safe.

Comte was the person involved, and he was very sure that he was not some ghostly Immortal. In other words, Immortal Shenxu was most likely still peeping. Then he would listen to what the master and disciple said.

However, this is nothing special.

The monk did not know the Taoist priest, so even if Gu Wuyou's identity as a Taoist priest was exposed, it would not be a big problem. Kongde was a common man's secret that could not be leaked. Shenxuxian already knew this, and of course he was not afraid of him hearing it.

Zhu Wanning: "The immortal is now only a mortal..."

"The gods are omnipotent, aren't they?" The old Taoist interrupted Zhu Wanning, "The gods have predicted everything, including the fact that I am advising you now - or even though I don't have his memory, everything I say is planned by him, that is,

His will.”

Zhu Wan Ning hesitated.

Of course she wants to be part of the action.

Comte: "Don't think about it. If something goes wrong with me, it will only mean that Shenxuxian is a fake god."

Zhu Wan Ning said in her heart, although you are the mortal body of an immortal, it is a pity that you do not have the memory of an immortal, and you obviously do not know enough about immortals.
To be continued...