Being provoked so blatantly, the trio looked at each other in tacit understanding.
Fang Zhiyao raised his eyebrows at her slightly, holding a diamond-shaped magic weapon in his palm. Judging from the light, there was no doubt that it was a genuine spiritual weapon in his hand.
As a weapon cultivator from the Cheng Feng Sect, no matter who evaluates him, they would only use three words to describe him, which is quite negative.
He ranked second in the list of weapon cultivators in the individual competition. Even in the Chengfeng Sect, which has a lot of weapon cultivators, he is an exceptionally talented disciple.
Ye Qiao has not forgotten that Chengfeng Sect not only has magical weapons, but also spiritual weapons.
Among the five sects, Chengfeng Sect is the sect with the most spiritual weapons. It is useless to rely solely on equipment for competitions and training. This time is a war to snatch spiritual veins. If Chengfeng Sect wants to occupy a larger spiritual power,
Pulse, naturally will not be stingy with spiritual weapons.
The rhombus-shaped magic weapon scattered at Fang Zhiyao's fingertips, like several broken mirrors, turning into a deadly weapon and heading towards her.
While blocking, Ye Qiao threw out a sword technique. She kept her hand open, wanting to test the function of this spiritual weapon.
The next second, the diamond-shaped spiritual weapon reflected dazzling light, copied Ye Qiao's figure, split it in two, and attacked him.
Can you copy a person's appearance? You can even copy a certain move.
The spiritual sword on Qin Huai's waist was also unsheathed at the same time, and the light green sword spirit transformed.
The form of Qingfeng Sword and Sword Spirit was like a wisp of wind that could not be grasped, suddenly appeared behind Ye Qiao, and several arcs of wind rolled down.
Ye Qiao didn't expect that Qin Huai's sword spirit would also take form, so she dodged it and released Bu Jianjun.
The duel between sword spirits depends on who can put the opponent into the scabbard first.
Almost every spiritual sword in the world of cultivation has its origins. One is a spiritual sword forged by the ancestor of the Chengfeng Sect, and another is an inherited sword of the demon clan. It is difficult to distinguish between them in a short period of time.
Three against one, with numerical suppression, coupled with a spiritual weapon that can be copied, Ye Qiao has no chance of escaping.
But in fact, the development far exceeded their expectations.
There was no bells and whistles at all. Ye Qiao only used the fifth form of the Qingfeng Jue, and a sword came straight towards them with a completely sweeping trend. The three people present were attacked by a huge impact. The sound of the magical weapon continued to break, and the spiritual weapon condensed out.
The figures could not withstand the sword energy and were all torn to pieces.
Qin Huai could clearly realize that if she had not stopped her hand, the three of them would have been cut in half with this sword blow.
He retreated to avoid the power of the sword. Unexpectedly, Ye Qiao jumped up and grabbed him, throwing him back. The young man was knocked firmly to the ground, and the ground was cracked every inch.
After throwing Qin Huai away, Ye Qiao ducked behind the other person, lightly patted him on the shoulder, and under Fang Zhiyao's blank gaze, kicked him three meters away with a roundhouse kick.
Fang Zhiyao has such a quiet personality that he almost can't help but curse others.
It hurts so much.
"So fast."
The three Nascent Soul Stages fought Ye Qiao, but this was no longer a competition where each other won, but a unilateral crushing by her.
After Ye Qiao knocked down two of them with absolute ease, she turned her head and looked at the last person: "Come on, come on, hurry up and fight quickly." No one can stop them from getting the largest spiritual vein.
Ji Yuan: "..."
The young man touched the sword at his waist. On the surface, he looked calm, but now he was panicking.
"Ye Qiao, if you stop as soon as possible." Ji Yuan raised the corner of his lips and tried to keep calm, "Then we can be merciful and let you go."
"No need." Ye Qiao looked at the completely darkened sky, gently hooked up his hands and smiled: "I told you, the three of you, come together. Don't waste time."
"It's okay." Ji Yuan said quickly, "We can let you go again."
Ye Qiao: "..."
"No need." She became impatient.
"Why is she getting more and more fierce after a training trip?" Fang Zhiyao covered his abdomen and almost threw a few blades again, signaling Ji Yuan to catch them. Cheng Feng Sect's seventy-two sword techniques, various sword techniques
All devices can be easily controlled.
Moreover, he has improved this magical weapon and has small mechanisms hidden inside.
Ji Yuan grabbed the magic weapon and swung the sword with treacherous and changeable sword skills that dazzled people. Ye Qiao observed for a few seconds and found that the opponent's speed was already very fast, at least if she decided to be in the Nascent Soul stage, she would not be able to react.
But in the eyes of the God Transformation stage, the speed is not fast enough. Ye Qiao always understands why the God Transformation stage hopes to tease those who are lower than himself. At a glance, it is full of loopholes.
She refused to dodge, and just when she was about to knock Ji Yuan away like before, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange figure from the corner of her eye.
"Wait a minute." Ye Qiao pinched the sword in his hand and whispered under Ji Yuan's puzzled gaze: "There is someone."
As Ji Yuan easily suppressed the sword with one hand, a turmoil arose in her heart. With a calm face, she asked: "Where is there?"
Ye Qiao quickly looked at the figure he had just scanned.
The Feixian Sword in his hand turned and swept down violently, breaking all the places where the sword energy swept. Chu Ling's eyes dimmed slightly when he realized that he was discovered.
My own concealment skills were among the best in Penglai, but was discovered by someone in the Nascent Soul stage?
Now that he had been discovered, Chu Ling was too lazy to hide. The girl was very slim and beautiful in a blue dress. She greeted them unhurriedly with a calm expression, "Welcome to Penglai Fairy Island."
She has seen most people look at her with amazement at her appearance.
But they were even immune to Yun Que's face, and they really couldn't afford to have any appreciation for a Penglai direct descendant.
"Shameless, you actually peeked at us." Duan Hengdao strongly condemned.
Qin Huai's face darkened: "Shut up, don't embarrass yourself." So many people didn't notice anyone, but Duan Hengdao was able to strike immediately and preemptively. He was also a genius.
Chu Ling was also slightly choked by his confident attitude, and the girl's expression was well controlled.
She tapped the ground lightly, stood in front of them, and continued to introduce: "I am one of the direct descendants here, Chu Ling."
Personally passed down from Penglai?
This identity made everyone who was originally vigilant relax slightly for a few seconds, but their eyes were still a little unkind.
After all, this woman had been spying like a mouse for who knows how long. No matter how coldly she said that she was a direct descendant of Penglai, it really wouldn't make them feel good at all.
"Penglai personally, what proof do you have?" Song Hansheng still looked at her with some vigilance.
When Chu Ling took the items to prove his identity, Xue Yu tugged on Ye Qiao's sleeve and whispered, "Didn't you notice that she was peeking?"
Ye Qiao sheathed her sword and replied honestly: "Not really. Penglai's method of condensing aura is very good." She only caught the figure at the moment when she and Ji Yuan started fighting, and then let the internal fighting
Stopped for now.
Their concealment techniques are somewhat similar to those of the Banyue clan.
If he didn't take the initiative to stand in front of him, he wouldn't even notice the other person.
This is also one of the benefits of the technique. As long as it is not an absolute state of suppression, you can perfectly hide yourself in dangerous places.
But Chu Ling's miscalculation was that Ye Qiao was in a much higher level than her.
After Song Hansheng saw her self-identification items, he still refused to accept her tactics and his attitude was obviously aggressive: "Where is the other direct descendant? Didn't you say there are two in Penglai?"
What is certain is that Song Hansheng's character is absolutely not intimidating when he goes out. No matter what the identity of the other person is, he will just question him and never regard himself as an outsider.
"My senior brother is not here. We need to leave the island for something. I will take you to Penglai first. Regarding the matter of spiritual veins, wait until you are ready before going in. The inner area is more dangerous than you think." Chu Ling was not angry, and even felt kind.
The novelty of 'this man is completely different from the sexy bitch outside'.
She waved her hand and motioned for them to follow quickly, "As for the few disciples who have already entered, don't worry. They will be trapped by the inner formation. Without skilled talisman cultivators, it will be difficult for them to get out."
And the most important point is that if something happens to them in Penglai, Penglai can't explain it at all.
Even if Chu Ling doesn't want to come, he still has to keep an eye on them the whole time.
Zhou Xingyun and Simiaoyan had already run into the inner circle one after another to divine the spiritual veins, but they were stopped by Chu Ling.
The green plants that were originally shaking gradually calmed down with the arrival of this progenitor, and slowly became as smooth as walking on the ground under his feet.
It's amazing.
"Is there any opportunity in Penglai?"
"No." Chu Ling didn't even raise his head, "Even if there is a big opportunity, it will be divided up by us." The implication is, 'If there is an opportunity, how can outsiders like you get involved?'
"I think there are a lot of opportunities in Penglai." Mingxuan walked over and felt that this direct descendant was quite repulsive to them. He said a few words here and there, "Our uncle has been here before. He and
We talked about it."
"Yes. Most of the monks from your major sects have been to our place." She responded calmly.
Okay, after listening to Chu Ling's words that were both salty and mild, Mingxuan was finally convinced that her senses towards them were indeed not very good.
"The spiritual veins are in the inner perimeter. The outer perimeter is relatively safe, but the inner perimeter is constantly dangerous. Who can get it first depends on your ability."
Chu Ling looked down upon these spiritual veins. Penglai itself was a gathering place for spiritual energy, and their spiritual veins were all born from Penglai.
They have money.
Mingxuan sighed, "I can't even imagine how rich Penglai is."
Xue Yu: "I don't dare either."
Ye Qiao: "Cowards. I dare to think about it." But they can only think about it. They are not so defiant as to dare to go to Huohuo Penglai.
As long as it is given to Huo Huo, the bill for compensation will be handed over to Qin Fanfan tomorrow.
In the end, they jointly came to the conclusion: "Changming Sect is a poor place."
Chu Ling, who happened to hear this sentence: "..."
Penglai Immortal Grass has the most. As long as the level of alchemy cultivation is sufficient and their foundation is solid, the elixir can also improve their cultivation level, and even ensure that the monks can easily break through the bottleneck period.
Chu Ling knew the purpose of their trip, so she didn't give anyone a good look during the whole process. The only person who interested her was the person in the light blue dress.
Her vague gaze could not escape the alchemists who were naturally sensitive to spiritual consciousness.
Xue Yu noticed that Chu Ling's eyes always glanced in Song Hansheng's direction intentionally or unintentionally.
Places like Penglai and Nanhai are famous for being mysterious and even have a repulsive attitude towards outsiders. Suddenly seeing the weird attitude of this Penglai descendant, Xue Yu felt lucky and poked the person next to him: "Song Hansheng, I found that she seems to be interested in
You look interested."
Song Han said: "?"
"Why don't you make a trick? Ask where there are more spiritual plants in Penglai?" Ye Qiao also paid attention, but she was naturally slow to this kind of thing. After Xue Yu's prodding, she suddenly realized that Song Hansheng was particularly enthusiastic when approaching her.
"We will provide you with manpower to make alchemy for free."
It can be seen from Chu Ling's lukewarm attitude that Penglai's personal successor did not like them very much, but his attitude towards Song Hansheng was different.
"Don't bother me." Song Han said and turned his head.
Ye Qiao, who was rejected, touched the tip of his nose and said, "Okay."
"Does it have to be Song Hansheng? Can't Mingxuan do it?" Xue Yu dragged his unattractive second senior brother over, pushed him forward, and looked at the two people.
After her analysis, Mingxuan's face was the most eye-catching, with a beautiful appearance and affectionate expression whether he was smiling or not.
A little more likable than Song Hansheng's cold look.
"Hey, hey, there's a saying, every flower comes to his own eyes." Mingxuan raised his eyebrows at Song Hansheng and smiled, "Maybe the person who is the direct descendant of Penglai Island likes tsundere?"
Song Hansheng: "..."
"Ye Qiao, Xue Yu, Ming Xuan." He pursed his lips and suddenly called out to the senior brothers and sisters who were walking in front of them and were noisy.
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Our place is flooded. Is there any place in Shandong where it rains???