The trip to the spiritual realm tested everyone's cultivation and character. While Qiu Yu gained a lot, he also offended many people. While Ling Xiao and Ji Xue were unhappy with him, there were also Zhao Ran and others in the sect.
The three disciples of Yunlan Palace hold a grudge.???
However, the three guys were all injured in the previous battle, and now they had no capital to bring trouble on Qiu Yu, so they could only suppress their anger and wait for the opportunity.
In addition, there were two cold eyes coming from the direction of Yu Feng, staring at Qiu Yu fiercely. She was a beautiful Taoist priest with a hot figure that even the loose Taoist robe could not hide.
Look, that charming face has a picturesque look, and the unique bun on her head also attracted the attention of the male disciples.
This woman is Yu Xuanzi, an absolutely powerful disciple in Yufeng Temple. She originally led nine junior sisters to kill everyone, but she suffered a disaster the night before leaving and suffered heavy losses. She hated Qiu Yu so much that she wished she could immediately
Kill the opponent.
The Yufeng Temple was obviously much deserted, with only nine disciples left. It seemed that it was the sect with the worst outcome.
Of course, there are also disciples who are showing favor to Qiu Yu, that is, the dark-faced young man from Songyun Gate, who smiled at him mysteriously, as if to say, "Don't worry, I will keep your secret, God knows and Earth knows
You know and I know..."
Qiu Yu smiled and glanced at the group of disciples. He felt that the number of dead and injured disciples in Songyun Sect was relatively small, and there were still nineteen disciples left.
Looking at other sects, things are a bit worse over at Ten Thousand Beast Mountain, with only ten disciples left. Yantian Sect is much stronger, with half of the casualties, and only fifteen disciples alive. There are still twelve monks from Tianfo Temple.
position, there were also heavy casualties. It is unknown how much each disciple gained...
When the time came, a group of strong men outside jumped up and worked together to open the spiritual realm restriction. A gap appeared. The sect disciples waiting at the exit filed out and saw the extremely familiar blue sky again.
The time for the restriction to be opened is limited, and you will not wait for anyone. This is the rule. When the gap is closed, the spiritual realm is closed again. A group of strong men from high in the sky float down, looking at the disciples in the door, with different expressions on their faces.
, some were happy, some were shocked, and some were extremely angry.
Looking at Fengming Valley first, Qin Cheng couldn't help but look happy when he saw fourteen disciples coming out. He let out a long sigh and felt much more relaxed. Anyway, this group of disciples really lived up to expectations. At least there were quite a few coming out.
Not too many people died inside.
It was expected by Qin Cheng that Zhou Xuelian and other Yunlan Palace disciples could come out alive. Ling Xiao was one of the Seven Heroes of Fengyun, so it was understandable that he appeared at this time. However, the other two ordinary disciples were not outstanding in strength. According to him,
It was expected that they would die in the spiritual realm. Who would have thought that now they have come out, especially Ji Xue, who is in the early stage of building a platform and is considered the weakest, but he is not damaged at all. How weird!
The performance of the two ordinary disciples made Qin Cheng very surprised and found it difficult to understand. Then he thought about it and guessed that they were hiding alive because of fear of death. It was a waste of time and they would not be able to collect medicinal herbs. Forget it, no matter what.
There are too many, and you can recharge them while you are alive anyway. At least in this aspect, Fengming Valley is already in the middle.
The most indignant person was Taoist Luoyun. Looking at the few disciples in front of him, his face turned livid and he yelled: "Where are the people? Why are there only a few of you left? Are they all dead?"
A guilty look appeared on Yu Xuanzi's face, and he whispered: "Reporting to Uncle Senior, other senior brothers have already been buried in the spiritual realm."
Diao Hande was also dumbfounded. He thought that the disciples of Wanshou Mountain brought many magical beasts in and would definitely kill everyone. While slaughtering other sect disciples, they were able to escape unscathed. At least twenty of them could come out. Unexpectedly, only three were left.
One out of ten, most of them died inside.
Also depressed was Elder Kong Ji from Tianfo Temple. Looking at the twelve disciples in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh, "There are too few who came out."
In comparison, the expressions of other strong men from the sect looked much better. Seeing that the second palace master came out safely and that the disciples in the palace suffered relatively few casualties, the stone in Silver Fairy Weng Qianling's heart fell. She couldn't help but secretly sigh, thank God.
, the Lord of the Second Palace was unscathed, great!
Seeing that Xing Ling looked like he was twenty years old, he had not aged at all, and his appearance was still in his prime. Weng Qianling was shocked because she knew the weirdness of the technique practiced by the Second Palace Lord. Logically speaking, she was fifteen years old when she entered the spiritual realm.
God, Xing Ling should have grown to be thirty years old at this time, and should have mature charm. She is not the perfect girl she is now. What's going on?
Fengming Valley had always been ranked at the bottom in previous trips to the Spiritual Realm. Both the number of survivors and the harvest of herbs were unsatisfactory. At this time, it finally overwhelmed Yufengguan and Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain in some aspects, which made him excited.
He couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Some people just like unrealistic fantasies. Just look at the disciples who come out of the spiritual realm. We have fourteen people coming out of Fengming Valley. How about it?"
Diao Hande from Wanshou Mountain was already in a bad mood. At this time, he got angry and cursed: "No matter how many people come out, what's the use? This is an act of picking spiritual grass. Even if you come out of Fengming Valley fourteen times, you may not be able to harvest anything."
There are many of us. If you don’t believe it, let’s compare it. The loser will call the winner “Master”. What do you think?
Qin Cheng was stunned, he didn't have much confidence in his heart, but it was difficult to get off the tiger, so he agreed: "I'm afraid of you, that's it, a gentleman's words."
Diao Hande said: "Hurry up and whip your horse."
Unknowingly, a bet was formed. Although the bet was just a "Master," it was particularly important to the two super powerhouses because their identities were really unusual.
The other strong men of the sect and even the disciples naturally became witnesses. They all gathered to watch. Qin Cheng and Diao Hande were standing with their hands behind their hands. In front of them stood their own disciples, lining up to show off the herbs they had collected.
There are all kinds of strange and precious things.
On the Fengming Valley side, the first person to hand over the medicinal materials was the Yunlan Palace disciples. The first one was Zhou Xuelian. She moved her finger wearing the ring, and precious medicinal herbs fell on the snow. There were three of them.
There are seventeen or eighteen plants, and basically there are very few fourth-level herbs. They are all fifth-level or sixth-level rare herbs.
This move was a good start, making Qin Cheng smile and couldn't help but praise: "Very good, you are a role model for them."
Zhou Xuelian was very happy to be praised by her uncle. She bowed and said, "Thank you, uncle," and then turned around and left, becoming an audience member.
Qin Cheng turned to look to the right and sneered: "Did you see that our disciples from Fengming Valley are so capable and found so many medicinal herbs?"
Diao Hande also felt the invisible pressure, but he said stubbornly: "This is nothing at all, only a few dozen plants. Let's wait and see."
A disciple of Wanshou Mountain with a mustache quickly stepped forward, took out the storage bag on his waist and poured it onto the ground. Herbs of various colors fell on the snow, causing a lot of surprises.