Ye Qiao, who had just arrived in a hurry, heard such harsh and fierce noises and couldn't help but tilted her head and approached Xue Yu: "Hey, do you still have fans?"

"What?" He didn't quite understand the word fan.

Ye Qiao thought for a while: "I just like you."

Xue Yu looked at her in surprise, "Of course, every clan member is basically known to the monks. It's normal for some people to like us."

"Most of the people here who like Mingxuan are female monks."

Despite Mingxuan's mean talk in private, when he puts on his official uniform and smiles, he still looks very human-like.

You can captivate a group of people with just a wave of your hand.

Ye Qiao touched his arm and sighed twice: "The world of cultivation is about looking at faces."

*

"That little girl from the Yue Qing Sect has great momentum. She has reached the golden elixir in just half a year of cultivation. Such a talent..." The elder of the Cheng Feng Sect said vaguely: "Even worse than Ye Qinghan."

If nothing else, the opponent is probably the dark horse with the strongest momentum this year.

"Yes, but since the first game is about hunting monsters, we have to be on guard against those from the Wenjian Sect."

Sometimes people's joys and sorrows are not the same. The elders of the Chengfeng Sect were talking about the situation of the disciples of various sects in this year's competition, but the atmosphere in the Changming Sect was completely different.

Elder Zhao was anxious and wanted to jump up. After waiting for a long time without seeing his other four descendants, he said, "Ye Qiao and those little bastards, couldn't they have overslept?"

Qin Fanfan's expression became stiff for a moment, "Don't any of you go wake them up?"

"Except for Ye Qiao, they all got up earlier than chickens before, and some stayed up all night." Do they still need to send someone to call chickens with such desperate energy?

Qin Fanfan raised his head and said, "...you said it was before." Before Ye Qiao came, they were all the kings of the group.

Who would go to bed at night except Ye Qiao?

Still the kind of person who overslept.

Just when the two of them were anxiously preparing to return to the sect for a visit, someone shouted:

"Look! The Changming Sect has arrived."

Because time was too urgent, Ye Qiao did not stop the sword at his feet and directly drifted, throwing Mingxuan away.

Mu Chongxi didn't stop the car either, and they both fell down from their swords.

Not far away, at the seat of the direct disciples of the Bishui Sect——

Miaomiao saw a familiar scene with her senior sisters, and at that moment she had one thought: Why does your Changming Sect ride on the horse every time and cannot walk well?

They were late to begin with, but now all the audience's eyes were focused on the Changming clan descendant who had not yet arrived. And because of this cunning move, the four people who had arrived late were the center of attention.

The monks in the audience stared at them.

"Why are they all staring at us?" It was the first time Ye Qiao was looked at by so many people, and she felt like she was walking on a red carpet.

Mu Chongxi was shameless: "Maybe it's because we look handsome?"

Zhou Xingyun stared at them silently with dead fish eyes. Hearing these remarks, he took a deep breath. His calm heart was stirred up after a long absence. He couldn't bear it anymore: "Idiot, you are on the wrong track!! That's the seat of Yue Qingzong over there.

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"..."

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Qin Fanfan covered his face, not daring to look at the eyes of the old men from other sects.

Okay, I'll be embarrassed and thrown into the sect competition.

"..."

Elder Zhao's temples twitched, and he was so angry that he immediately couldn't control his temper and shouted at the table, "Ye Qiao!!"

"..."

The leaves look up to the sky.

Elder Zhao pointed his finger at another disciple: "Mu Chongxi!!"
Chapter completed!