To avoid being intercepted.

They are even better than the Speed ​​Sword Asking Sect. They all have spiritual swords in hand, and there are no talisman cultivators and alchemy cultivators who can't wield swords to slow them down. Their progress is far behind other direct disciples.

But no one expected that there would be a team that was one step ahead of them.

It wasn't that fast, as the two sides met on a narrow road almost at the same time.

The Wenjian Sect's style is as arrogant as ever. When entering the ghost world, the default decision is who is stronger and who gets the opportunity. There are monks who recognize Ye Qinghan and don't dare to overestimate their capabilities and snatch it from them. If everything goes well, they can easily get it.

"Is it you?"

Seeing the familiar figure, Ye Qinghan frowned deeply.

Why is the ghost still lingering?

Ye Qiao looked at him. To be honest, his head hurt. When he first came to the ghost world, he ran into a group of tough guys like the Wenjian Sect, and it seemed that the other sects were not here.

They probably went to look for opportunities on their own.

The five sects cooperated when they cooperated, but they were all in the face of hostile relationships, and they were also fighting fiercely internally. Ye Qinghan looked at them and said calmly, "Get out of here, I don't want to do anything."

He actually wanted to ask, why does your Chang Ming Sect treat the rules as air every time???

The five sects all made it clear that they wanted to stay, but they still followed.

Ye Qiao estimated the situation in front of her. If the five people from the Changming Sect and the Wenjian Sect were fighting, it was not certain who would leave. But now there were two Talisman cultivators and one Alchemy cultivator, and she was the only one who could fight. Why?

It doesn't look like it's suitable for a head-on confrontation.

Su Zhuo was silent for a moment: "We can't defeat them."

Four people faced off against five from the Wenjian Sect and were completely defeated.

"I hate these brainless sword cultivators the most." Mingxuan muttered immediately.

These few people didn't know what they were whispering. Ye Qinghan had a gut feeling that something was up to him, so he couldn't help but interrupt them coldly, "Either leave here, or don't blame me for being merciless."

Mingxuan looked at him, put on a smile, and said lazily, "Hey Ye Qinghan, why didn't your beloved brother Song Hansheng come over? Are you two separated?"

Ye Qinghan: "?"

He had a disgusted expression on his face and a stern look on his face: "What are you talking about?"

Who is the beloved brother of Song Hansheng?!

Chu Xingzhi: "Why are you slandering my senior brother's innocence? Do you want to die? Mingxuan."

Mingxuan cleverly stepped back to avoid the sharp sword light, and the talisman he had already prepared in his backhand flew over.

Say hello to familiar people and give each other a couple of kisses to show friendship.

The relationship between the five sects is as subtle as ever. This scene is very similar to the daily tit-for-tat confrontation in the secret realm. As expected, without the demon clan, they personally believe that they are each other's biggest enemies.

"Wow, we're facing each other, so fast? He must be a direct descendant of Wenjian Sect." Qi Yu couldn't help pinching the brother next to him, "Can Ye Qiao and the others beat them?"

When they meet at this time, according to her experience from watching the competition, it is natural that the brave will win when they meet on a narrow road.

Whoever wins deserves to stay.

"Can't beat them." Qi Lu said lightly, "Just one Ye Qinghan is enough to crush them."

"Of course, this does not rule out Ye Qiao's tricks."

He has watched the games, and has not lost a single match in the five games, and even watched the individual games in full. To be honest, he still admires Ye Qinghan. Later, he tragically discovered that the idol he admired was simply incompetent after facing Ye Qiao.

Repeated battles and repeated defeats, repeated defeats and repeated battles.

Even during the competition, she leveled the competition stage with a curse mark.

Qi Lu touched his chin, "Ye Qinghan has a domain. It stands to reason that if he opens it as soon as possible, it would be faster to deal with them. But he didn't open it."

"This means that maybe Ye Qiao also has it."

That would be interesting.

Judging from Ye Qinghan's appearance, it seemed that he still didn't know what system and type Ye Qiao's field was. As a result, he kept staring at Ye Qiao throughout the whole process, feeling particularly wary.

"Why do you want us to leave?" Ye Qiao smiled slightly, "Ye Qinghan, there are so many monks here, you have to think carefully."

Ye Qinghan's brows twitched slightly, confused, "Don't talk nonsense." He knew Ye Qiao very well. The more she talked, the less good she would do. The fastest way to deal with her was to do it directly.

But he was still afraid of her field, so he could only threaten her first, and then take action if the threats failed.

"Okay, then don't blame me for amplifying my moves." Ye Qiao saw that he was really short of food and salt, so he pulled out a shadow stone from the mustard bag.

With a sword in his hand, the young man looked cold and unmoved. No matter whether he looked at him horizontally or vertically, he looked like a genius who was aloof and unworldly.

Ye Qiao opened the photo stone, always ready to dodge Ye Qinghan's sword light, and smiled slightly, "That's right! You forced me to do this!"

After saying that, Ye Qiao crushed the photo stone into pieces and pulled Qi Lu over with a deep look on his face, showing the monks a close look:

"This is the specialty of our cultivation world, the direct inheritance of women's clothing."

The screen instantly zoomed in, and a group of sword cultivators tore open their skirts, jumped up, and then took out their long swords from under their skirts. The leader was none other than Ye Qinghan, a true disciple of the cultivation world.

When Ye Qinghan saw the scene of the image stone, his cold expression fell.

The monks suppressed their laughter crazily, took a few steps back, and gave up the stage to these disciples.

Oh my god, I didn’t expect that after the competition, these group of descendants completely let go of their nature and had so much fun in private.

When Qi Lu saw Ye Qinghan taking out a long sword from under his skirt, his face could not help but appear thoughtful for a few seconds.

His idol is dirty.

"..."

Ye Qinghan turned his head and noticed the uniform steps of a group of monks retreating. He clenched his fists and his face turned red with shame and anger.
Chapter completed!