This extremely dramatic ending left everyone in a daze. In the end, did they actually have to rely on resources to win???
The end of spiritual cultivation is resources, and this truth remains unchanged from time immemorial.
The others had all had enough sleep. When they saw Mu Chongxi paralyzed on the ground, Mingxuan dragged him back like a dog, "Ah ah ah, I didn't expect, I didn't expect, you actually won."
If you beat Qin Huai, then the rest will be easier. Fortunately, you won, otherwise you would have been waiting to be laughed at by Wen Jian Zong.
"What does Chao Xi look like? Does it look good?" This was Ye Qiao's focus. She hugged the bamboo shoot tightly and found that when the sword spirit transformed, it seemed to match the color of the sword itself.
Mu Chongxi fell asleep and died.
Seeing that he was sleeping so deeply, Xue Yu sighed and said softly: "In that case, don't disturb him yet."
Mu Chongxi went to bed. Considering that he was very tired, everyone went to do their own things. Mu Chongxi defeated Qin Huai and the sword spirit transformed. No matter which one is a hot spot in the world of cultivation
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And the matter of the disciples entering the Sword Cave to choose spiritual swords has also become a hotly discussed matter.
"Transforming day and night, damn, that's awesome."
"Yes, yes, speaking of it, Qin Huai should be the sword master of Qingfeng Sword, Ye Qiao is the master of the bamboo shoot sword, and Zhou Xingyun Duan Chen. The names are all pretty good, except for Ye Qiao's."
"Bold! Our Lang Lang Sword is called Bu Jian Jun! How beautiful! That is the master of Bu Jian Jun Sword."
"To be honest, I would like to call the trio of sword cultivators from the Chang Ming Sect: gone in vain."
These three sword cultivators all have natal swords.
The focus is still on the few direct descendants who do not have spiritual swords, especially Ye Qinghan. What will his natal sword be like?
"Let me make a bold guess. The Frost Sword and Ye Qinghan's spiritual root attributes are very close."
"I feel like the Glimpse Sword is pretty good too."
"Where's Jinghong Sword? It's a pair with Lve Ying."
"Duan Shui and Luo Shui are also a couple."
"I bet on the Frost Sword!"
"I bet on Jinghong Sword."
Seeing these busy monks placing bets one by one, Ye Qiao also joined in the fun. She secretly left a message and said: "I will break the water sword."
No one cared about her at first, after all, there were so many monks on the chat forum in the world of cultivation.
However, the words "cut off water" made everyone's eyes focus on her.
"The water has been cut off for hundreds of years and no one has pulled it out. Are you sure?"
Ye Qiao replied: "I'm sure. After I pull it out, please call me - the fortune teller."
After she finished showing off, she locked up Jade Slip, but not long after she left the room with her words, her second senior brother came in laughing.
"There is a fool who accuses Ye Qinghan of being the Water-Breaking Sword." Mingxuan walked in, "Hahaha, come and laugh at him with me."
Ye Qiao: "..."
She kicked him out with one swift kick.
Mingxuan: "What are you doing?"
Ye Qiao: "Your sullen expression offended me."
Xue Yu raised his eyebrows, "Are you that fool?"
Ye Qiao: "What do you mean by a fool? If the sky falls, Ye Qinghan will also be the master of the Shuishui Sword. That's what I said."
Xue Yu was so rested: "How did you tell?"
Ye Qiao only said: "Genius' intuition."
She had never been good at what she said, so no one cared. After Mu Chongxi drew lots, it was Zhou Xingyun and Ye Qiao's turn. The former's strength was there and he didn't need to think too much. Ye Qiao took a look at the lot.
Then his eyes went dark.
"Ye Qinghan."
"..."
"Women, you have to be strong." Mu Chongxi had almost recovered her spirit. After learning the result, she patted Ye Qiao and returned her previous words to her word for word.
Ye Qiao: "..."
The next development far exceeded everyone's expectations, Ye Qiao, versus Ye Qinghan.
I was still guessing who the unlucky guy was. The first among the top ten players to face off against Ye Qinghan who was in the Nascent Soul stage. I didn’t expect that the unlucky guy was Ye Qiao.
"Good guy, did Ye Qiao ask Zhou Xingyun to help draw this lottery ticket?"
"No, she got it based on her ability."
"It is said that someone revealed that these three unlucky successors had done the Dharma before the lottery was drawn. Why did they become more and more wrong the more they did it?"
One is Qin Huai and the other is Ye Qinghan.
All the powerful ones were met by Chang Mingzong.
"Mu Chongxi defeated Qin Huai. I wonder if Ye Qiao can defeat Ye Qinghan."
"It's scary. Ye Qinghan has a domain, but he is still in the Nascent Soul stage. What can Ye Qiao do?"
The monks were discussing in a lively manner, and there was a rare silence in the courtyard. Qin Fanfan was in a good mood, and his disciples were competing with each other. He had a bright face and could be said to walk with wind.
The one Mu Chongxi won was Qin Huai.
He boasted quite happily in front of a group of old guys.
As a result, as soon as they came in, all five of his family members looked wilted, and their expressions were hardly consistent with those of Zhou Xingyun.
Qin Fanfan clapped his hands: "Cheer up, it's just a competition, isn't it? I believe man can conquer nature, why are you kids so wilted?"
Ye Qiao looked at his master's determined look and said lazily: "I will fight Ye Qinghan next time."
Qin Fanfan was silent for a moment, suspecting that he heard wrongly: "Who?"
"Ye Qinghan."
Qin Fanfan said seriously: "Now that the matter has come to this, let's just go to bed."
Ye Qiao didn't expect that he would give up so early, and she was a little cracked, "Isn't that right, Master? Can't you have some confidence in me? After all, I am also a genius."
Qin eats rice and chats with each other.
"The main reason is that it's Ye Qinghan."
If it were anyone else, he would dare to pat his chest and guarantee that his little apprentice would be fine.
They say that winning or losing doesn't matter, but now it's time, who doesn't want to win.
As soon as Qin Fanfan came in, Xie Chuxue followed him with a swagger. He smiled and waved, "Hi, everyone. I'm here to reward you."
"Dear nephews."
"What??" Ye Qiao didn't understand.
Mingxuan: "...Run!!"
The newcomer Ye Qiao didn't understand what the reward he meant. Mingxuan grabbed her and ran away. He explained while running, "It means that the junior uncle will cook for us and reward us."
The experience of Xie Chuxue roasting them was so fresh in my memory.
Can his cooking skills be eaten by humans?
Xie Chuxue's dear nephews all run faster than dogs.
Facts have proved that your uncle will always be your uncle. They were all caught after running a few steps.
"Don't be downcast." Xie Chuxue said in a lively and cute tone: "Hey, hey, hey, aren't you going to compete? I'll cook for you in the finals of the top ten."
"You reward Ye Qiao, it's enough to reward her."
"Ah, yes, yes. And Mingxuan, they are at the top of the competition. We can survive by eating some dirt."
After struggling in vain, Xie Chuxue brought the prepared chicken soup to each of them. Ye Qiao hesitated for a long time and looked at the senior brother for a few seconds. When she saw Zhou Xingyun drank, she leaned over and asked in a low voice: "How is it?"
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Zhou Xingyun showed no emotion and replied in the same small voice: "It tastes bad."
Ye Qiao swallowed her saliva and tasted it tentatively.
She found that drinking something bad was all a compliment to Xie Chuxue, which could destroy the kitchen at first and poison the king's cooking skills at worst. It was hard to imagine how Mingxuan and the others grew up safely in Xie Chuxue's hands.
"Aha." After Ye Qiao finished drinking, her face twisted, and she decided to save herself.
"Ah? Song Han's voice." The girl lowered her eyes and opened the jade slip to pretend, "What? Ye Qinghan wants to invite me to dinner?"
"Oh oh oh, Duan Hengdao and the others are here too, right? I'll be there right away."
"What? You mean Si Miaoyan and the others are here, okay, no problem, I'll go right away."
"???" Under her pressure, it seemed that all the direct descendants of the five sects came to her for dinner.
Ye Qiao used this reason to run away quickly.
Xie Chuxue muttered, her light brown eyes blinked: "It's so shocking."
Only four people were left with slightly widened eyes: "?"