Han Yueshan was still there and couldn't react for a while, but Zhao Xue's mind turned faster and said: "Senior sister, are you planning to make a name for yourself as a escapist sect?"
Tao Zi nodded and explained the matter more clearly: "The death of several casual cultivators is fundamentally different from the demise of a sect."
Han Yueshan hesitated and said: "But we are too weak. In the eyes of some people, this makes no difference."
She smiled slightly and said: "Minglan Sect wants to be proud. Besides, who can be sure that we are the only ones in the Yisan Sect?"
He was still worried and continued: "What if they do it secretly?"
Tao Zi smiled and said: "No matter who takes action, the first reaction of others will be Minglan Sect."
Han Yueshan suddenly understood her thoughts and stopped talking.
When he returned to his room, the inner demon emerged again: "You have created a sect again, Tao Zi, are you not afraid of making the same mistake again?"
She was too lazy to respond to what her inner demon said, and was thinking about what to do next.
"Only when you are strong can you defeat that person. No matter how strong your sect is, it is useless. Don't put the cart before the horse."
Tao Zi continued to ignore her, and the inner demon would not care about her indifference. She muttered: "A sect, especially a sect that is weaker than you, will only drag you down."
She finally said: "It's different."
The inner demon asked back: "What's the difference?"
There are too many differences - the purpose is different, the starting point is different, and even the process is not the same.
Tao Zi threw a book over, and the inner demon immediately threw it aside and muttered: "Read it quickly!"
She looked at it calmly and said, "Okay, you have to promise me something."
The inner demon looked like everything could be easily discussed and said: "You say it!"
"Tell me what exactly you know."
It was silent for three seconds and looked up at the ceiling: "If you don't want to show it to me, then you won't show it to me. Why are you asking such embarrassing questions?"
Tao Zi was speechless, ignored its protest, and put the reading material away directly.
The second round of the competition is here.
Tao Zi did not go to the competition venue, but stood at the Cheng family photo ball to watch the competition.
Xu Qianjia was the first to face off against Wangxu. He was extremely powerful, but unfortunately he was more than a step behind Wangxu.
He stood on the stage and waved his hand, and the surrounding forest leaves came from the surrounding forest without wind and surrounded him, faintly forming sword intent.
Fallen leaves were wandering around him. This scene was indescribably elegant. Many people were secretly sighing. Tao Zi even heard a woman screaming softly.
Everything can be used as a weapon, this is Xu Qianjia's technique.
It's a pity that under the overwhelming strength, this seems a bit gimmicky.
Wanxu thrust out his sword with awe-inspiring intent, causing fallen leaves to fly and fall all around.
Both parties were beautiful men, and for a moment, the screams became louder.
Tao Zi ignored the screams and focused on watching the competition between the two of them.
The two were in a stalemate for about three quarters of an hour, and Xu Qianjia finally ended up defeated.
The scene inside the photo ball changed and turned into a competition between Yue Qingya and other Nascent Souls.
Tao Zi stood aside and watched. The man was not as powerful as Yue Qingya.
The senior in the bracelet spoke again: "Your good friend has a good inheritance, and his talent is even better."
Only then did she vaguely remember that Yue Qingya had received the inheritance from the owner of the Xuyan ruins.
The senior was still babbled on: "Although he is currently at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul, with his inheritance and talent, he can compete with the seventh level of the Nascent Soul. Alas, he is so lucky to meet such a good apprentice, and he can compete with the seventh level of the Nascent Soul. It just so happens that there is no division, and there are no restrictions, which is great."
Tao Zi said in her heart: "I'm not bad, really."
To be honest, she rarely recommends herself this way.
The senior stopped talking.
Tao Zi was a little shocked. The senior's attitude was so hurtful.
After a long time, the senior said leisurely: "You should see the road clearly first before talking."
She ignored it, only the devil knew where this so-called road was.
At this time, Yue Qingya knocked the person off the competition platform and won.
Some people around him were talking: "This casual cultivator is too strong. The person opposite is the Nascent Soul of the Sword Sect, and his strength is also famous among his peers."
"You didn't know this. His name is Yue Qingya, and he is twenty or thirty years younger than that Sword Sect disciple."
The man took a breath and said, "So strong?"
"No, it's a pity..."
"What's a pity?"
The popular science person lowered his voice and said: "It's a pity that he is friends with that person, so he refused the invitations of two sects and four sects - he attracted the attention of the sects when he was only in the heart-beating stage, and even the young sect leader of the Jianzong sect was arrogant. They are all slightly inferior to him, and to be honest, there are only those who can compare with him."
"That person? Liang Zong?"
The popular science man gave him a meaningful look and stopped talking.
Tao Zi laughed dumbly. It was not because of her that Yue Qingya refused invitations from other sects. He was simply used to being a casual cultivator.
As for talent, Wang Xu is no worse than him, but Yue Qingya has had too many adventures, and his strength has been rising.
Tao Zi thought of those years when Yue Qingya could find top-quality elixirs when he went to the mountains, bought high-end medicinal materials when visiting street stalls, and had beauties send information when he stayed in a shop. He couldn't help but sigh three times in his heart. .
To be honest, his luck has always been amazingly good. Even Qing Ling made a joke back then: Yue Qingya is the chosen one, and Yue Qiran is going to live in hell.
One who gets all kinds of good things without any effort, one who narrowly escapes death and survives.
However, Yue Qingya never cared about her cultivation, which was why his strength was always inferior to hers, and he didn't change until something happened to her.
Tao Zibo has no doubt that if there is a so-called son of destiny, that person must be Yue Qingya.
Speaking of which, her luck seems to have improved recently?
She looked up at the sky a little uncertainly.
"Fellow!"
A familiar call sounded, and Tao Zi turned around to see the unlucky monk standing there scratching his head.
She was a little surprised and said: "Hey, fellow Taoist, didn't you leave?"
He chuckled and said, "I heard someone said that Yue Qingya ran back if he could win."
Tao Zi said "Huh?" and asked, "Do you know Yue Qingya?"
If I remember correctly, when they met, Yue Qingya used a human skin mask and a falsetto to disguise himself.
The unlucky monk said excitedly: "I don't know you, but this is the first Nascent Soul monk who has the possibility of winning. I want to come back and see the excitement."
She laughed. Sometimes cultivators are quite united.
The unlucky monk touched his face and said: "No more talking, some of my friends haven't left either. I'll go find them first while we wait to see the final result."
"See you next time."
"See you next time."
Watching him leave in a hurry, Tao Zi had a plan in mind.
If Yue Qingya really wins first place, then his appeal among casual cultivators should be considerable.
Gee, how can you abduct someone to Yisan Sect and become a guest elder in an upright and unsuspecting way?
Tao Zi was thinking about it.
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