Half buried in the ground: But give me the Cao thief system?

And this is not just the fact that everyone in the Blood Spirit Sect has come out.

There must still be some elders and disciples left to guard the mountain gate.

If calculated this way, the Blood Spirit Sect is really much stronger than the Qingyun Sect.

No wonder they keep thinking about annexing the Qingyun Sect.

Zhao Wuji stopped at the foot of the mountain with the vast crowd behind him.

He also slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the mountain gate of Qingyun Sect.

When he saw that the leader of the Qingyun Sect was a beautiful woman in the early stage of the Golden Elixir!

He couldn't help but asked doubtfully.

"Hurry up and call your sect master Liu Qingcheng out."

There was even a hint of obscenity in Zhao Wuji's voice.

However, he used his spiritual power to spread his voice throughout the audience, and everyone could hear it clearly.

Zhao Wuji directly ignored Nangong Liuli when he came up.

Nangong Liuli took two steps forward angrily and said loudly.

"Zhao Wuji, don't you just want to annex our sect?"

"Is my master here? Aren't you still going to destroy us?"

Zhao Wuji burst out laughing.

"You girl are Nangong Liuli, the saint of Qingyun Sect."

"Hehehe, he does look good!"

"How about it? Do you want to be my maid?"

"If you are willing to be my maid, I can consider letting you live."

Everyone in the Qingyun Sect heard that Zhao Wuji actually asked their saint to be a maid.

Everyone's eyes showed angry expressions.

This is simply a naked insult to their Qingyun Sect.

Nangong Liuli was also a little angry.

"Our Qingyun Sect happens to be short of a sweeper.

If you are willing to come, I can also spare your life. "

Zhao Wuji was stunned for a moment.

"You little girl are quite sharp-tongued."

"I just don't know if your Qingyun Sect has such strength?"

"Call your master out quickly, don't be a coward."

"If she is willing to surrender the whole sect, I can let her be my plaything! Hehehehe..."

Nangong Liuli shouted angrily.

"Stop being wishful thinking."

"Stop talking so much nonsense. If you have the ability, just come over."

Zhao Wuji also knew that he could not wait for Liu Qingcheng, so he smiled evilly.

"Okay, okay, I like you very much."

"Then just wait, I'll catch you and your master later.

Then let you two have a taste of my power. "

"Both master and apprentice are beauties. I have never tried this before."

Zhao Wuji licked his lips.

"It's exciting just thinking about it."

After Zhao Wuji said harsh words, he waved his hand.

All the people behind them rushed towards Qingyun Sect in a chaotic manner.

Nangong Liuli looked at the dense crowd and felt a little numb.

Especially among this crowd, there are many golden elixir stage monks who can fly in the air.

She couldn't help but feel a little anxious when she saw that Zhao Wuji was sitting on top of the saber-toothed tiger with no intention of taking action.

Is Zhao Wuji too timid, or does he have some conspiracy?

Nangong Liuli watched as all the people from the Blood Spirit Sect rushed forward and could only give orders.

"Don't mess up your formation. Follow our previous drills."

"Launch an attack."

Everyone nodded, and the disciples all formed an array.

Looking at the people from the Blood Spirit Sect rushing up in a chaotic manner.

Nangong Liuli waved his hand.

Everyone threw out all the middle-grade spiritual swords in their hands.

Those spiritual swords fell to the ground one after another.

The disciples of Yueling Sect looked at each other in shock.

"What is this operation?"

"Do the people of the Qingyun Sect want to surrender when they put down their weapons?"

There is a monk who is in the Qi refining period. He bent down and picked up a handful.

Only then was he surprised to find that it was a middle-grade spiritual sword.

"Look, everyone, all the ones on the ground are middle-grade spiritual swords."

He was so loud that everyone reacted when he shouted.

They all reached out to pick up the spirit sword on the ground.

A disciple in the Qi refining stage has a low-grade spiritual sword, which is already considered a luxury.

Let alone a mid-grade spiritual sword, that is simply unthinkable.

Everyone seemed to be picking up money.

He kept picking up the middle-grade spiritual sword on the ground.

But after a while, those disciples in the Qi training period started fighting.

Many people fought over a middle-grade spiritual sword.

Then came greater chaos.

All the disciples in the training period started fighting.

Even the disciples in the foundation-building stage were a little jealous and joined the melee.

After a while, flying swords were flying in the battlefield, and broken limbs were flying into the sky.

There were also endless screams.

Nangong Liuli and the monks of Qingyun Sect were dumbfounded.

"What's going on? Are the people of the Blood Spirit Sect starting to fight among themselves?"

Liu Changfu was also a little dumbfounded. The method he told Saint Nangong Liuli has not yet been implemented.

It was an unexpected surprise that such a chaotic situation occurred.

People are greedy, especially when faced with some treasures.

Now there are middle-grade spiritual swords everywhere. Those Blood Spirit Sect disciples only need to bend down,

You can pick it up in your own hands.

So many people started fighting.

Being able to pick up an extra handful is a handful.

In just a moment, the Qi Refining Stage disciple in Blood Spirit lost 1/5.

Many people still have injuries on their bodies.

Zhao Wuji looked at the scene with a livid face,

Those elders of the Golden Core stage have even entered the chaotic battlefield of robbery.

The corners of Zhao Wuji's mouth twitched.

Before he even touched a hair of the disciples of Qingyun Sect, internal fighting started on his side.

I can no longer care about other things.

Zhao Wuji flew forward and roared.

"All stop."

Then he waved his hand, and those middle-grade spiritual swords seemed to have found their direction and flew to his side one after another.

In just a moment, all the middle-grade spiritual swords on the ground entered Zhao Wuji's hands.

There seemed to be at least more than 1000 of those middle-grade spiritual swords that were densely packed in front of Zhao Wuji and spinning.

Looking at so many middle-grade spiritual swords, Zhao Wuji frowned.

"How come Qingyun Sect has so many middle-grade spiritual swords?"

This simply overturned his impression of Qingyun Sect.

Throwing out more than 1000 middle-grade spiritual swords at once, this is simply too wealthy.

Zhao Wuji looked at Nangong Liuli with a proud smile.

"Hehehe... I didn't expect Qingyun Sect to be so generous.

They gave us the Blood Spirit Sect such a big gift right after the war started. "

"Then I will accept it without mercy. Hahahaha..."

The voice was very shrill, like that of a eunuch.

Seeing that Zhao Wuji was about to take back those middle-grade spiritual swords. Nangong Liuli's eyes narrowed and he shouted loudly.

"It's now."

Zhao Wuji was stunned and suddenly felt a huge sense of crisis.

Then the thousand middle-grade spiritual swords in his hands began to self-destruct.