After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

She memorized the route and left the cave, and ran into Xie Yue, who was wrapped in several laps of white cloth, with strips of white cloth on his shoulders and arms.

He also seriously blew on the cloth strip with spiritual energy, and simply pretended to be aggressive.

As soon as the spiritual energy blew, the cold white cloth strips slapped randomly on the face.

Good brother Xianfeng Daogu, he looks like a war-damaged mummy whose cloth strips have been torn into tatters and someone stole the tomb.

"???"

Song Xi was a little surprised, and almost suspected that he had not woken up and had hallucinations, and that he was haunted by Lei Feng.

She opened her eyes slightly, looking at Xie Yue who was dressed like a concubine in front of her, she reached out and rubbed her eyes that were so hot.

Depend on.

She said incredulously: "Can you still wear clothes like this?"

Xie Yue flattened his hands, turned around gently on the spot, and the complicated white cloth strips on his clothes even slapped Song Xi's face with a "swoosh".

"Little sister."

Xie Yue didn't notice it, and smiled.

This smile was amazing, and even briefly saved this strange outfit, Xie Yue said calmly, "Am I immortal?"

"Praise me if you are a fairy, please shut up if you are not a fairy."

The corner of Song Xi's mouth twitched fiercely: "..."

She pointed her sharp eyes at the white cloth strip that just slapped her, stretched out her hand and tore it off with a sound.

"Good fairy." Song Xi grumbled in a cold voice with no expression on his face, "Don't be a fairy next time."

Really.

It's not as good as the elder brother wearing coarse linen clothes and straw sandals.

Xie Yue: "..."

OK, it doesn't look good.

Song Xi originally thought that Xie Yue's hot-eyed outfit was an exception, but it wasn't until she met the other two mummies of Ye Wangyou and Wei Qinghuai that she realized that things were not that simple.

"..."

"Little sister."

Ye Wangyou, who is thin and frail, has loose hair. Wearing this mummy white striped suit, she looks like a Piao.

She waved to Song Xi, quite excited that everyone was going to die together: "Hey, Master calls you to dress up."

Song Xi took a step back subconsciously, dodging Ye Wangyou's white cloth that was full of demons dancing in the sky.

"..."

She showed a smile that was uglier than crying, "Can I not go?"

"I don't want to go either."

Wei Qinghuai, who loves beautiful things the most, was throbbed by the ugly forehead veins of this suit.

He tried his best to stretch out his hands, pressing the white cloth strips flying all over his body, gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "But the master said that Lei Feng's front disciples must wear this set of clothes to attend!"

Song Xi was silent for a while, grabbed An Yuzhi who was gloating beside him, and calmly refused, "I don't have to be a facade disciple, really."

"Do you think he is also suitable?"

The smile on An Yuzhi's face suddenly disappeared.

"Do not."

He quickly refused, "The name of our Leifeng was born because of your feats in the world, and this facade disciple is none other than you."

An Yuzhi paused, and the usually gloomy boy pinched his thigh to suppress a smile, "I don't deserve it."

Song Xi: "..."

Master, if you love wearing white clothes, you really don't need to kowtow.

real! !

In the end, the arm couldn't twist the thigh.

Xie Yue, the disciple leading the team, and Song Xi, Ye Wangyou and Wei Qinghuai, the three Leifeng disciples, were forcefully put on their heads by Changyi Patriarch and dressed as mummy, and wandered outside for a week.

From now on.

Various versions have been circulated in the world of cultivating immortals.

Some people say that Leifeng is haunted by ghosts, and all his relatives have been bewitched by evil spirits, and none of them survived. They all love to wear a zombie suit every day and jump around.

Some people say that Lei Feng's old ancestor is gone, and all Lei Feng members are pure and filial.

"..."

seven days later.

The long-awaited sect qualifying competition in the world of cultivating immortals has officially kicked off.

This time Zhengyangmen is in charge of holding the sect qualifying competition, because last time in Yong'an City, Changyi Patriarch suspected that Qiu Changxun, the head of Zhengyangmen, was the culprit.

Although neither the tool nor the present was found, Qiu Changxun is still locked up and unable to get out under the majesty of Changyi Patriarch.

The person in charge of this event, of course, was the Grand Elder Tanxi of Zhengyang Gate.

He has been able to work under Qiu Changxun for so many years, so he is obviously very good at reading faces.

Generally, before the start of the sect qualifying competition, a few disciples from the sects would be pulled out for a walk.

The order of appearance represents the strength ranking of each sect, and generally the final competition ranking of the previous session shall prevail.

But the Great Elder Tanxi is a sycophant.

After directly stuffing Lei Feng into the Four Great Immortal Gates, he played.

It was logical that Song Xi, Ye Wangyou and Wei Qinghuai, who were also going on stage for a walk, were behind the Acacia Sect.

The three of them squatted in the corner, wearing a mummy all over their body, and they had nothing to love.

Dressed in strips of white cloth, squatting in a corner, like three moldy poisonous mushrooms.

Anyway, no matter what it is, it seems that it has nothing to do with the words "spirituality".

"Elder Tanxi can really be so ignorant, really." Wei Qinghuai held his forehead speechlessly, "Isn't it okay to let Shennongmen come out for a walk?!"

It's nothing.

Seeing the facade disciples of the four great immortal sects in front of them all dressed up brightly and imposingly.

His sad hair is turning white.

He had already prepared by himself what to wear for the qualifying match. For the first time in the competition, he would be so handsome that the sky would fall apart and the sun and the moon would be darkened.

It's a pity that the ancestor of Changyi didn't give him this chance at all.

"Little sister."

Ye Wangyou is already used to this body.

She raised her arm to yell at Song Xi, pointed at the first front disciple of Zhengyangmen who was about to appear at the front of their line, and couldn't help frowning: "That's Su Yueyan, right?"

"Then who is their leading disciple?"

Qiu Daoyuan is useless, obviously unable to participate in the competition, is it not Su Yueyan's turn to lead the team?