I saved the whole sect by playing badly

Ye Qiao said that the battle would end in half an hour. According to personal reports, there were people who blindly trusted Ye Qiao. Some of them had even started paddling.

When asked why he was paddling, Su Zhuo was confident this time: "Didn't Ye Qiao say it anyway? It will be over in half an hour, why do I have to work so hard?"

The end that Ye Qiao said was that someone would naturally resolve this battle instead of just relying on their own efforts. Now Su Zhuo felt comfortable. Even if he had to deal with the demon cultivator slowly like an old man, he could feel confident and confident.

Zhu You was a little surprised: "You believed it when she said it was over? When did you become so naive?"

Analyzing from various angles, Zhu You felt that people like Yue Qingzong were incompatible with innocence, and calling them vicious was just as bad.

"Then I'll keep working hard until it's over." Su Zhuo said impatiently, "The world won't be destroyed even if we fish for half an hour, why are we in such a hurry? We're not reincarnating."

"..." Zhu You actually felt that what he said actually made some sense.

Thinking about it, Zhu You still didn't dare to touch the fish. Among the elders who killed the demons in front, there were several elders from their sect. If the fish was caught and smashed, Zhu You couldn't imagine what would happen after he went back. approved.

They were quite comfortable at first, but later they inevitably became impatient. They wanted to go inside the demon clan to find their masters, instead of being held back by the demon clan.

But if the demons don't clean up, the monks in the city will suffer, and they have no choice.

Duan Yu understood their impetuous mood. He looked at the listless Chang Mingzong and came over to mention Mu Chongxi's shortcomings and shortcomings in the battle, and then Mu Chongxi's face became even more expressionless.

"Raise the sword and bend the knees a little more. The blade of the sword is not flexible enough when twisting." Every time Duan Yu said a word, Mu Zhongxi's face became even more stern, and he almost burst into tears later.

Why! !Why do you still need to be reprimanded at this time?

He would rather go to the Monster Clan with Ye Qiao than be trained on the spot by Elder Duan on this battlefield.

He was not the only one to have such an experience. Almost all other direct trainers were also given on-site guidance. How should I put it, this resulted in a very chaotic scene. There was no position or organization at all. Don’t ask. I just didn’t want to be given additional training on the spot. I tried my best to perform well in front of the elders.

All kinds of sword lights scattered in all directions.

Different sword auras and sword lights intertwined, like a show-off scene.

Xue Yu looked at them being so unorganized and beating the old master to death with all kinds of random punches. He pondered for a moment: "Everyone, please calm down. Why don't you just listen to my command first."

"?"

"Are you in command?"

"Who are you?"

"Why are you commanding us?"

The rebuttals came one after another, and it could be seen that in their daily lives, they only had grievances and grievances.

Xue Yu smiled and said, "I am the only alchemy cultivator present."

Si Miaoyan and the others have not been seen yet, but now as a noble alchemy cultivator, Xue Yu has really won the right to speak in an instant.

They collectively turned their heads and looked at Xue Yu with cold expressions, trying to see what words he could hold back.

"Stop fighting." Time passed by, and there was no chance that the demon cultivator would stop this meaningless battle. Xue Yu made them pause with a voice.

"Follow my command." Xue Yu said, "Everyone surrender together."

Ye Qiao didn't say how it would end half an hour later.

So early surrender is not an end.

Xue Yu felt that he had understood what Ye Qiao meant, and after he finished speaking, the air seemed to be silent.

"Wow." Mingxuan was also shocked by this command, but his reaction ability, which he studied under Xie Chuxue, was nothing to say. The young man quickly praised him and exclaimed in his voice: "I didn't expect that there is a genius like you in the world! Sure enough, I am far behind you. Third Junior Brother."

Mu Zhongxi's hand when he dropped the sword trembled slightly, and he was very surprised: "Are you two going behind Senior Brother and me to thicken your skin again?"

Why did Mingxuan say these words in shameless praise?

Not only Mu Zhongxi, who was a fellow disciple, was shocked, but also an elder asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, is there something wrong with them?"

Duan Yu's stern face also slightly collapsed: "..." Are these direct disciples who have been practicing for many years, and will go to the battlefield to be embarrassed after their return?

Not to mention being like Ye Qinghan, who could use Wan Jian Guizong to make a face, but at least he could come up with some useful sword moves to shock them.

No one present took the quarreling bet between Ye Qiao and Qin Huai to heart. Only Qin Huai was really serious. He counted the time from time to time and paid attention to the changes in the battle situation. Not to say that there was no change at all, it can only be said that there was no change at all. Has not changed much.

It's more than enough for them to deal with some fancy demonic cultivators, but if they continue to ink, they will only be killed by endless wheel battles.

All joking aside, those close-minded disciples were still laughing and joking, but the expressions of many elders gradually became serious. The cohesion among the monks was really not good, and many capable experts would not take action at all.

Qin Huai couldn't tell what his psychology was. Naturally, he wanted to end it as soon as possible. The only ones who would get into trouble if they kept being consumed like this were themselves.

But he didn't want to lose, so he could only carry this tangled mentality, and the young man continued to plunge into the pile of demon cultivators and start killing.

Duan Yu was already thinking about the possibility of seeking help from the monks in the nearby city. He knew that the probability of success was extremely low. Even if the highest talent in the city was at the Nascent Soul stage, the help would be a drop in the bucket.

The strong ones are unwilling to stand up, while the weak ones are of no use. This extreme phenomenon makes them all a little anxious.

Soon, the elder with strong spiritual consciousness detected a familiar aura.

They couldn't help but feel a little energetic, "Someone is coming."

Qin Huai, who was always paying attention to what might happen, felt his heart skip a beat, "Who is it?"

"It's not clear yet."

But what is certain is that they are friends, not enemies.

The aura was obviously that of a monk, and it was also very kind, with no intention of attacking at all.

Just when they were all thinking about who was coming, Xue Yu was the first to shout: "Uncle Master!!" His consciousness was outstanding in the presence, and the other elders had not yet realized who it was. Facing a familiar face, Uncle Master, the boy's voice was visibly excited.

Although Xie Chuxue is unreliable, his appearance at this time seems particularly reassuring.

"Eh?"