I saved the whole sect by playing badly

The turmoil in the outside world can also be noticed in the sect. The battle between the combined body and the realm of refining the void caused the mountains to shake for a while. Everyone in the library looked up, their faces full of surprise and confusion, "Fa, what happened? "

Xue Yu frowned, "The breath of a monk in the integration stage."

And it has been intercepted by the sword.

Who is fighting against the combined period?

The only ones he could think of were his senior brother or Mu Chongxi. After all, even if the Chang Ming Sect failed to live up to expectations in the competition, anyone with a discerning eye would know that those two sword cultivators were outstanding.

"The movement just now must be Senior Brother Zhou." A twelve-year-old boy pulled the corner of Xue Yu's clothes. Seeing the young man looking over with lowered eyes, he hurriedly asked: "Is there something going on outside?"

Hearing this, Xue Yu only replied with a faint "yes"

The sword energy of the senior brother is actually difficult to identify.

His sword wind was too quiet, like a traceless wind passing by. Xue Yu was not as sensitive to sword energy as a swordsman, but he was still in the Void Refining stage after all, but he didn't notice it at all at the moment of the collision of body and refining. Whose sword energy can achieve such a level of tranquility is the only senior brother.

"Senior Brother Zhou is so awesome." The boy's eyes were shining and he was excited: "I will become a swordsman like Senior Brother Zhou in the future."

Even if the Changming Sect declines again, this sect has never had a swordsman from Cai.

Oh, no. Now the best swordsman appears.

That black sheep Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao didn't know that she was being complained about again. When the turmoil from the outside world spread to the inside of the sect, the entire library had a vague tendency to shake. She immediately hugged the little girl in her arms and cautiously retreated to Behind everyone.

Little girl: "Sister, I'm so scared."

Ye Qiao: "Shut up, I'm afraid too."

Little girl: "..."

"You are really stubborn." Mu Li twitched the corner of his mouth when he saw her taking half a step back and disappearing into the crowd. She was definitely the weirdest monk he had ever seen.

In terms of strength, she is the absolute best among the crowd. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is the only one in the audience who can fight.

As a result, in addition to getting the Hanguang shovel, she spent the next time in the library pavilion. The elders and Xue Yu were busy milling around, but she was completely invisible.

As long as she doesn't speak and her breath is restrained to a certain extent, she can be ignored by everyone.

In fact, Ye Qiao prefers to plan and act later when he doesn't have enough strength.

According to the development of the plot, Elder Duan and the others died early in a battle, while the remaining Elder Zhao and the other elders were at the peak of divine transformation and the realm of refining the void.

The most capable elder Duan is no longer here. As a result, the entire Changming Sect fell into pieces.

At this moment, she smelled a strange aroma between her nostrils. It was very light, like sandalwood. Ye Qiao frowned and abandoned all emotions, and raised his eyes.

Alchemists are the most sensitive to fragrance.

Before anyone else noticed it, Xue Yu also frowned.

Ye Qiao came back to his senses and immediately patted the little girl in front of him and whispered, "Hold your breath."

The little girl tilted her head in confusion and held her breath. Although she didn't understand what Ye Qiao meant, she still understood the principle of following orders.

"You feel it too?" Xue Yu approached her and asked in a low voice.

Ye Qiao nodded, "Sandalwood."

She is an amateur alchemist at best, and is far less knowledgeable than Xue Yu, but she has a very good sense of smell, especially under the sandalwood scent, which seems to cover up the scent of other spiritual plants.

Xue Yu gently stirred his fingers and whispered to her, "Have you ever heard of a pill that can make people lose strength in a short period of time?"

"I've heard of it." Ye Qiao nodded, looked at him for a few seconds, and said, "It's just that this kind of elixir is of no use to some powerful people."

Most of the people recruited in the meeting are monks who build the foundation elixir together.

In other words, it was aimed at the group of inner and outer sect disciples with low cultivation levels. The aroma filled the air very quickly, and many people were already dizzy and exhausted, leaning against the rows of bookshelves in the library.

"Do you have an antidote to the current situation?" Ye Qiao observed everyone's situation, and her mood became somewhat sinking.

Xue Yu shook his head gently.

There are countless such harmful elixirs in the world of cultivation. How could he have all of them? Moreover, with so many people present, even if there were Lingzhi who could handle it, it would probably be a drop in the bucket. Furthermore, who poisoned it?

There are only a handful of Changming Sect alchemy cultivators. The known ones include Xue Yu, Ye Qiao, and a group of Alchemy Peak disciples and their peak masters.

Ling and Ling totaled only a dozen people.

Once something goes wrong, alchemy is the first to be suspected.

But now is not the time to think about this. Xue Yu quietly informed the elders of the situation, then took up a pen and wrote down the spiritual plants needed on a piece of rice paper, and signaled some disciples to go to the medicine field to collect them.

The alchemists took the rice paper in panic. The situation became more and more critical. They panicked and prepared to rush to the medicine field to collect herbs.

Ye Qiao stopped them in time before they ran out. Her face was as dark as water: "You might die if you go out."

"What do you mean?"

Curse them?

Ye Qiao gently raised the book he was reading, and his voice was clear and spread throughout the library, "The Annihilation Formation. It is known as the Walking Killing Formation."

Wherever he went, no one survived.

After rummaging through all the talisman books in the library, she found this broken book in a nook and cranny.

The Annihilation Formation was once set up by a great talisman cultivator to deal with difficult ghosts. Later, due to its extremely lethal power, it caused the destruction of a sect. It was lost five hundred years ago, and the books in the library are only There are only a few words left, but there is no way to crack it.

No one knows exactly how that formation attacks people.

The disciple who was killed only saw a beam of light and turned into powder in the next second.

This walking killing formation means that it can move.

This statement is very scary. A group of alchemists who have no ability to resist will only die if they go out.

Suddenly, the legs of the alchemy cultivators who were about to rush out weakened, and they fell to the ground numbly. They opened their mouths and inhaled more poisonous gas in the next second. They subconsciously covered their mouths, and the symptoms of weakness became more and more obvious. "so what should I do now……"

Those with high realms have nothing to do with it, but those with low realms have trouble. This means that the people who poisoned the poison are not at a high realm, and their methods are extremely low-level.

Ye Qiao was still smelling the scent of sandalwood, and she could still detect that it was mixed with other aromas.

It's just that it's well disguised by the effect of another drug.

There were very few alchemy cultivators in the Changming Sect. Apart from the peak master, the only ones who knew about elixirs were Xue Yu and her.

There were countless casualties in the original book. It was definitely not just because of a formation. The longer she stayed here, the worse she felt. Especially when one of the elders came slightly closer to her, Ye Qiao shuddered. , the whole person is about to explode.

Bu Jianjun seemed to feel her emotional fluctuations, and there was a possibility that she would be unsheathed at any time.

Ye Qiao calmly stayed away from these elders, calmly restraining the urge to draw her sword. Seeing that the others were getting worse and worse, she took a deep breath.

The expressions of the elders were all different. Some were as deep as water, thinking deeply about something; some were frowning and anxious.

Ye, who has always acted as a transparent person, put his legs up against the bookshelf, stood up straight, and suddenly raised his voice: "What if I said, I have enough spiritual plants and antidotes in my hand?"

Suddenly, everyone's attention focused on her.