I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

Fang Zhiyao bit her finger anxiously, her face pale. "What should we do now? Is it too late to get there?"

At first, they only talked about luring the demon kings over. He lowered his eyes and couldn't help but think coldly that the group was utterly useless. So many people and they couldn't even lure a beast.

Ye Qiao didn't say a word the whole time; she really wanted to laugh.

If we don't lock the cultivators outside, they'll die; if we do lock them, we'll get scolded. Fine, fine, Ye Qiao is tired. Let's just destroy this trashy cultivation world as soon as possible.

Just as they were looking at each other in bewilderment, a person busied himself, using silk threads to firmly bind the group of evil cultivators. When Bujianjun turned his head, he saw Lueying Sword and Jinghong Sword whispering sweet nothings to each other.

As a sword spirit, he had never seen such a scene before. Seeing Jun made his scalp tingle, and he immediately exploded.

"Okay." Bujianjun's voice was loud, with a tone of self-righteous indignation, as if he had caught them cheating in bed.

"We're risking our lives out there, and you're secretly having affairs behind our backs?"

unacceptable!

Jinghong Sword didn't even glance in his direction.

Lueying grinned and winked at Ye Qiao. He was quite perceptive; he immediately conveyed Feng Liu's charm.

Just then, Jun witnessed this scene, and a thick malice welled up in his heart. He immediately uttered two words: "Sassy Swordsman."

Glimpses: "???"

"Your cold words pierced my heart like a sharp sword, do you know that?" Lue Ying was quite happy to have a showdown with Bu Jian Jun.

The young man clutched his chest, looking at him with obvious hurt.

Before Shadow appeared, Unseen Lord was the only male sword spirit.

Sword spirits are all competitive, and Bujianjun could sense Lueying's faint hostility and the sword energy filling his nostrils, making him extremely uncomfortable. Bujianjun's eyes darkened, and he was about to question the other party about whether he wanted to fight.

After Lueying finished speaking, she suddenly looked at Bujianjun seriously and said with a smile, "How about this? Since it's our first meeting, Bujianjun, I'll give you a gift."

The cat, noticing Jun's absence, asked warily, "What gift?"

Lueying smiled slightly and gave him a rather ambiguous heart gesture.

Jun was startled when he realized the meaning behind the gesture, and his eyes widened.

Ugh, so disgusting.

No, that's disgusting.

Oh no, could he have a crush on me?

In terms of flirtatiousness, no one can outdo him. The thought of this possibility made the young man panic and disappear into the sword.

Ye Qiao: "..." You're so flirtatious.

The others understood his gesture.

They couldn't help but wonder how the Shadow Sword could do such a despicable thing with such an innocent and pure face.

Sometimes Bujianjun can be quite sharp-tongued, capable of choking people with his words. The problem is, he's not as incredibly shameless as Lueying, which led to Bujianjun's narrow defeat in the first encounter.

Upon returning to his domain, Bujianjun seems to have become withdrawn.

Feixianjian took pity on him and patted his head. "Good boy, good boy. Failure is the mother of success. Sometimes, failing a few times will..." She paused, smiled gently, her expression serene and tender, and did not finish her sentence.

As the saying goes, when a person is shameless, he is invincible.

It is virtually impossible to defeat him within Shadow's absolute domain in a short period of time.

Unseen Jun stared darkly at the Shadow Sword, his voice tinged with hope: "If I fail a few more times, I'll kill him?"

Fei Xian said gently, "You'll get used to it after a few failures."

I was almost driven mad with anger when I couldn't see you.

Everyone's bullying him!!

Ye Qiao, who witnessed the entire farce, was speechless.

Damn it, rescuing people was already a headache, and now it's even worse.

Ye Qiao thought they were too noisy, so she simply waved them away and chased them into the domain, thinking, "Let them fight it out in the secret realm!"

My brain started working, and then I felt a long-lost sense of despair and exhaustion.

I haven't had much rest since returning from Penglai. My nerves are on edge, ready to snap at any moment. I wish I could just lie down and faint and take a nap.

But she couldn't. She had to muster her strength and rush to the other side of Cloud Valley to rescue the people.

On the way, Si Miao said, "The Mu family's team has gone in; they should be able to buy us some time. If we move a little faster, they might still be alive."

A group of sword cultivators were racing cars at breakneck speed.

When she arrived, she found that the situation was still under control, and she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

They dared not stop for a moment during their journey, fearing that if those people lost their lives, they would all end up in prison after leaving the secret realm.

She wasn't really interested in having the prison-themed skin right now, so she had to figure out a way to get it quickly.

Secret books, inner alchemy, and sword spirits.

Very well, Ye Qiao felt that life wasn't so bad after all.

As long as those cultivators don't do anything reckless, she is confident that she can safely send everyone away from the secret realm.

Half of Cloud Mist Valley was shrouded in mist. Ye Qiao's cultivation level was suppressed to the Golden Core stage. No matter how strong Ye Qiao's sea of ​​consciousness was, it was no match for the Nascent Soul stage of the demon kings. Hiding was useless, and they were discovered as soon as they got close.

The demon kings had a clear target; they stared intently at a young man behind them.

Mingxuan, it's you again, Mingxuan.

They took the keys from the demon kings and now they hold a grudge against them. How pitiful.

Mingxuan cursed, "Damn it, it's me again."

"Did I dig up your ancestral graves? Why are you chasing me like this?"

Mingxuan could only repeat these two sentences over and over again. He still had quite a few talismans left, so he could still put up a last-ditch effort.

However, the ten demon kings surrounded him from all sides and killed him.

"Think of a way."

He won't die in this godforsaken place, will he?

"What can I do?" Ye Qiao said, "I can only run with you."

The people of Changming Sect are quite united. At this moment, the two of them stayed together and ran quickly side by side.

Mingxuan, with a speed-boosting talisman in each hand, ran while cursing, "If I'd known they were more trouble than they'd cause, I would have just let them lure the beasts."

Now look what's happened. If we can't save those cultivators, they'll all be thrown into prison one day, wearing limited-edition seasonal skins.

Grass.

In mid-air, Ye Qiao fired her crescent crossbow, smashing several of the demonic beasts behind her away.

"Ye Qiao".

She didn't know which sharp-eyed cultivator in the crowd noticed her, but his eyes lit up. Thinking he had seen a savior, he excitedly called out her name on the spot.

"Help! Ye Qiao!"

"..." Don't call me, Mom.

Ye Qiao was going crazy. He knew her, and those demon kings who hated her to the bone must have heard of her name too.

She'll use her identity as the Demon Emperor to fool them for a while.

If they get recognized at this point, they're all done for; they might as well all die together.

"Who?"

Who is Ye Qiao?

The demon kings, who were hunting the cultivators, were immediately drawn to the information and asked questions.

"Which of the two in red clothes is it?"

With the spirit of "better to die than to die myself," Ye Qiao tore off Ming Xuan's hair ribbon while running and used it to shield himself.

Mingxuan: "???"

The boy was so beautiful that it was hard to tell if he was male or female; when his hair was down, he really did look like a man dressed as a woman.

"Ye Qiao is here." Ye Qiao pulled him in front of her. "See? It's Changming Sect's clothes. It's him, it's him, it's definitely him."

"..."

"?" Mingxuan's voice lowered slightly, his teeth clenched: "You really are my good junior sister. Can't they tell if it's a man or a woman? You're using me as a shield." You're toxic.

"It's alright, those monsters are blind."

Ye Qiao had stayed with the demon race for a while and knew that they didn't pay much attention to human faces; in their eyes, they were all ugly people.

Now that things have come to this, Mingxuan couldn't possibly undermine her. The young man turned around, put on a high-pitched voice, covered most of his face with a folding fan, and smiled slightly: "Ye Qiao, a direct disciple of the Changming Sect, what are your instructions?"

"What are the connections of these people?"

A man brushed the dust off his clothes and smiled wryly, "Maybe they just found a random place to go crazy."

As Old Mu stroked his beard, he couldn't help but sigh, thinking about the incredible actions of these people. "Young people are so good," he thought. "They're willing to kneel down so easily. I wonder what Elder Zhao, whom they made cry at his grave, did to offend them."

"……you're right."

Ye Qiao and his group acted too unpredictably, and they dared not make any comments for the time being.

They really are a very strange group of people.

For the first time, they felt that some people could be described as bizarre.

"Are these people here to die?"

"Not necessarily. They might be disciples of a sect, so they must have some skill... right?"

A demon king narrowed his eyes and asked, "You are Ye Qiao of the Changming Sect?"

Song Hansheng sensed something was wrong from the sound, turned around, and met Ming Xuan's bright smile. "That's right, it's me."

"I don't remember her looking like this."

They had seen Ye Qiao before, though they didn't have a strong impression of her, but she was definitely not as stunning as she appeared.

"You guys figured it out." Mingxuan said calmly, "I had plastic surgery."

Song Hansheng looked at him with a serious expression: "..."

Damn, this won't do.

He kept a cold, tense expression, not daring to look at the two of them, afraid that he would burst out laughing at any moment.