Song Hansheng has never figured out why he should protect these people.

Do monks deserve this? They obviously started practicing just to live up to the expectations of their sect and family.

"Responsibility. This is our responsibility." Mu Chongxi kicked the evil cultivator away, stabbed it with his sword, and the morning and evening sword transformed into a warrior and fought side by side with him.

"Didn't Ye Qiao hold on to you without hesitation?" It has nothing to do with anything else, this is just what a monk should do.

That scene is clearly recorded in the photo stone.

Song Hansheng sarcastically said: "So your Chang Ming Sect is the stupidest."

If it were him, he would definitely not reach out.

Mu Zhongxi rolled her eyes at him and continued to cover Song Hansheng's actions. Fu Xiu needed to be protected by a sword cultivator, and it was enough for the alchemy cultivators to stay within a safe barrier.

Zhou Xiu saw that his grandma was among them, and she was holding a sword in her hand. There was almost only an afterimage of her swordsmanship. The shadow of the sword was so strong that his eyes were shaken, and he thought of the various tortures she had inflicted on him on the road.

I always feel cheated.

Zhou Xiu couldn't hold back and asked: "Who are you?"

This means of making a show of manipulation is probably not as good as that of the Changming Sect.

Ye Qiao took a look and saw that it was her grandson.

She had no intention of teasing him and replied: "In Changming Sect, you can take a guess."

Four talisman arrays were opened in a row, but there were still many evil cultivators jumping up and down with clear goals, which were to send them to me.

"Get out of the way, let me do it." Mingxuan took out a dozen talismans from under his skirt.

With the sound of the word "break", the electric current immediately shot up, crackling and exploding, and the surging spiritual energy swept away and stirred up movement.

"...?"

Oh no, Mingxuan just hung the mustard bag around his waist. The mustard bag was too conspicuous and he was afraid of being recognized, so he just covered it with his skirt.

But in the eyes of others, it was this female monk who fiercely took out a dozen talismans from under her skirt.

Then Chu Xingzhi also took out a sword from under his skirt.

Cunxue hung on his waist, and he took it out from his waist. In the eyes of outsiders, they were two perverted combinations.

"……"OK.

You guys from the five sects are all awesome.

Turning around, he saw that the scene on the other side was even more powerful. Qin Huai didn't like the skirt being in the way, so he tore the skirt into pieces with one hand and jumped up easily. Several sword energy transformed into a silver dragon and jumped up.

The Qingfeng Sword formed an invisible sharp blade in his hand, and the young man forced his way to the front by relying on the bloody method of fighting violence with violence.

What a fierce sword intent, what a powerful sword technique...

So why are you all tearing up your skirts?

Ye Qiao was happy looking at this rare scene. He simply opened the photo stone and stuffed it into his arms. Then he would go back to the sect and find an auction to sell it.

Spreading bright light green sword energy, the vibrant flowers looked particularly out of place in the melee. The moment Cang Shengdao's sword energy was swung away, the impetuous emotions of people could be calmed down inexplicably.

The breeze dispersed the surrounding evil spirits. Ye Qiao frowned and looked into the air, feeling that something was vaguely wrong.

She and Mingxuan were back to back, covering each other, and whispered, "The evil god hasn't come yet, why do you think these evil cultivators are attacking us?"

Mingxuan squinted his eyes and looked at the black mist-like gas. He vaguely noticed something was wrong, "...I always feel...the person they talk about as my master is someone else."

Someone else?

Ye Qiao started to think about what was wrong.

On the other side, Zhou Xiu was also brainstorming crazily.

There is no doubt about the strength of Grandma Li. Although they are all in the Golden Core stage, there is still a big gap between those who have passed down the Golden Core stage and ordinary people.

To be able to fight with those direct descendants who have higher eyes than the top, no matter how you think about it, you know it is definitely extraordinary.

The girl in green's tone sounded a bit sad, as she waved her sword and sighed, "Haven't you seen it yet?"

"That stick, is it called Bu Jianjun? Or is it a bamboo shoot? It doesn't matter anymore."

"Ta Qingfeng and Bu Jianjun." The other party was silent for a moment, "In Changming Sect, who else do you think she could be?"

To be honest, it would be fun to form a team with this kind of leader in the world of cultivation. It would be better if you don't get fooled.

Poor Zhou Xiu, he was fooled from beginning to end.

Except for Ye Qiao from the Changming Sect, who could be so coquettish and escape completely after offending the evil god?

Zhou Xiu suddenly paused. If I remember correctly, Chang Mingzong seemed to be just a junior sister, right?
Chapter completed!