"Did I make him ugly?" Ye Qiao came to such a conclusion.
The corner of Xue Yu's mouth twitched, "No."
"Then why does he vomit when he sees me?"
Xue Yu shook his head and planned to ask about business, "Where is your senior brother?"
"I'm practicing." The young man who turned around and vomited now relieved his nausea. When he caught a glimpse of them, he asked calmly, "What are you doing here?"
"Go find him and exchange feelings." After Ye Qiao said that, he pulled Xue Yu and rushed inside as if nothing happened. The other party couldn't stop him and could only watch the two of them swaggering in.
Ye Qinghan was indeed practicing, and the surrounding spiritual energy continued to gather and wander wildly in the courtyard of Wenjian Sect. The purer the spiritual root, the faster it absorbed the spiritual energy, forming a small vortex, and poured into the young man's body continuously.
Ye Qiao touched the lost spiritual energy on his fingertips and said, "All the spiritual energy around him was taken away by him." The spiritual energy in the courtyard where he lived was usually the richest, which was helpful for their cultivation. As a result, the spiritual energy was not produced fast enough for him. use.
Xue Yu guessed, "He probably wants to break the Nascent Soul stage before the start of the fifth game."
"It's not necessary." Ye Qiao said, "His cultivation level is already very high."
Xue Yu's voice was very soft: "Kewen Sword Sect wants to win first place. It can only win in the individual competition."
Don't even think about the team competition. The first place in the three competitions was taken by Ye Qiao alone. It's not easy to get the first place in the individual competition. There are all the casual practitioners who have learned from them. There are also masters among the casual practitioners. I want to be safe and win. The first is to take the risk of breaking through Nascent Soul.
"Ye Qinghan's cultivation has been in the late stage of Jindan for a long time. It is not impossible to reach the Nascent Soul stage in more than a month."
Ye Qinghan, who is number one in swordsmanship, has high hopes from the entire cultivation world.
Ye Qiao interrupted the opponent's speed of absorbing spiritual energy and smiled in a friendly manner: "Ye Qinghan. Do you want to go down the mountain together?"
Ye Qinghan opened his eyes and heard a familiar voice. He turned his head and saw that it was Ye Qiao. He thought she was crazy and frowned: "I won't go."
When did the relationship between them get so good that they went down the mountain to experience together?
Although she saved them, Ye Qinghan was a principled person. During the competition, everyone except the descendants of his own sect were hostile to the sect.
"Oh. If you don't want to go, don't go." Ye Qiao was not afraid of being beaten at all, and continued to ask with a smile: "When do you plan to break through the Nascent Soul?"
Ye Qinghan thought she was mocking him for not breaking through the Nascent Soul for so long, and his voice became slightly colder: "This month. What exactly do you want to say?"
Ye Qiao's eyes lit up when he heard this and gave him a thumbs up: "I wish you success."
Ambitious.
Then there is hope for her to break through.
Ye Qiao had never appreciated Ye Qinghan's hard work so much.
Ye Qinghan lowered his eyes and didn't want to pay attention to her anymore.
In the past few days, there have been reports of broken mirrors in several yards. Facts have proved that actual combat is always more effective than training.
Mingxuan's realm was also loosened. After Ye Qiao and the others returned, he had stabilized his breath.
Xue Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Mingxuan: "Mid-stage golden elixir. Have you broken the mirror too?"
Basically, all the disciples in the secret realm have reached a higher level, except for Ye Qiao, who is silent. The outside world blames her spiritual roots for this.
Mingxuan: "Yeah."
He was about to say something when he looked up and saw Ye Qiao, who was following Xue Yu, with sour water all over his body. His whole body seemed to be sour and turned into lemon essence.
Mingxuan leaned back tactically, "You haven't broken through yet?"
Ye Qiao lay down on the ground, "Yeah."
"Why?" Mingxuan touched his chin: "I see that the elders and junior uncles train you very hard on weekdays."
The saying that there are many paths to craft is correct. Whether it is swordsmanship or alchemy and talismans, Ye Qiao has a three-pronged approach. There is no reason why he would be so slow.
Mu Zhongxi knew what was going on with her spiritual roots, and touched her chin, "She can break it, but she needs some help, and she has been suppressing it for so long. With her extensive cultivation, she should be able to break through more than one realm."
"Do you need any help? Let's go find it." Mingxuan crossed his legs nonchalantly.
"Thunder Tribulation, do you have one?" Xue Yu glanced at him, full of contempt.
Mingxuan swayed his legs and said, "This really doesn't exist."
"But." The young man changed the topic, clenched his hand into a fist, and hammered it into his palm: "But I don't have it. We can use others' advantage."
"I heard that Ye Qinghan hasn't been working hard recently?"
"Can't you just rub against him then?"
Mingxuan remembered that she could absorb thunder. In this case, there was nothing wrong with having someone help resist the thunder. Ye Qinghan should thank their Changming Sect for their great kindness.
The three of them were unanimous in their opinions at this moment.
Instead of improving yourself, it is better to count on Ye Qinghan.
The trio happily high-fived when they reached an agreement.
Mu Chongxi looked at these three senior brothers and sisters who exuded a rotten atmosphere. He smacked his face in dissatisfaction and said, "I want to high-five them too."
Mingxuan lazily stretched out his hand and touched him, "Let's go and visit Ye Qinghan in a few days."
Anyway, your cultivation level will be suppressed when you enter the secret realm. At most, in individual competitions, Ye Qinghan used his Nascent Soul cultivation level to defeat all his disciples.
It doesn't matter.
They don't care.
Winning the team competition is enough, but the individual competition is left to chance.
After hearing about the four people's plans, Zhou Xingyun fell silent for a moment and covered his face silently.
I have heard that I hope my son will become a dragon, but this is the first time I heard that I hope that Ye Qinghan will become a dragon.
Ye Qinghan, who had high hopes from the Changming Sect, was still practicing. He had been absorbing spiritual energy for several days. When he opened his eyes, he saw that his yard was occupied by people from the Changming Sect.
Ye Qinghan's mouth twitched and he couldn't bear it anymore: "Are you sick?"
Everyone is here staring at him.
Whether he can break the Nascent Soul or not, does it have anything to do with their Chang Ming Sect?
Is it possible that they can still break through with him?
"I'm not sick. Didn't I hear that you plan to break through the Nascent Soul?" Mu Chongxi sat cross-legged with him: "Our Chang Ming Sect's main focus is a companion."
"Let's break the mirror with you."
Zhou Xingyun found a place to hang himself and nodded to him to express his support.
Xue Yu fiddled with Ling Zhi and said, "Do you need pills? They are provided for free, no money required."
"Hey." Mingxuan's peach blossom eyes curled up and he sighed hypocritically: "We are all a group of warm-hearted people, so there is nothing we can do about it."
Ye Qinghan: "..."
His heart was almost unstable.
Chu Xingzhi was also a little annoyed. These people came to their yard every day, euphemistically speaking, they exchanged feelings.
They have a fart relationship with the sect next door.
The young man held the sword, leaned aside coldly, and said sarcastically: "Hey, hey, you guys, you can't torture my senior brother just because Ye Qiao can't break through."
Chu Xingzhi felt that the Five Sects were still prescient.
Why don't you accept personal transmissions from people below the top grade? It is difficult to break the mirror even if the spiritual root is limited. Ye Qiao's foundation has not changed for so long. Isn't this enough to explain anything? If there is no way to break the mirror, I will find a way. I will torture them all day long and ask them what is going on with the Sword Sect.
Mu Chongxi didn't even raise his head, "You don't understand."
Wherever you cannot break, you cannot find opportunities.
Ye Qinghan took a deep breath and ignored them. There was still one month before the secret realm opened. After Zhou Xingyun broke the mirror, he was at the peak of the Golden Core. Ye Qinghan was in the same realm as him. The individual competition was coming soon, and he wanted to break through the Nascent Soul.
Ye Qinghan, the number one kendo leader, is about to be determined.
In the past few days, Ye Qinghan had vaguely touched the edge of the Nascent Soul stage and urgently needed someone to fight with him to break through, so he looked at Zhou Xingyun, "Would you like to fight?"
Zhou Xingyun thought for a while, "Her." He pushed Ye Qiao out.
Ye Qiao: "..."
Ye Qinghan narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhou Xingyun: "Are you insulting me?"
"No." Zhou Xingyun lowered his eyebrows and said in a cold voice, "One of the geniuses of our Changming Sect is our junior brother, and the other is her."
Ye Qinghan: "..." Seeing that Zhou Xingyun refused to live or die, he could only turn his eyes to Ye Qiao.
Finally, he reluctantly said: "Okay."
Sooner or later, we will encounter them, either in the secret realm or in individual competitions. It's okay to have a fight in advance to test them out.
Each of them drew a mysterious sword. Ye Qinghan's sword energy was domineering, while Ye Qiao was more flexible. At the same level, the gap was wide.
Ye Qinghan frowned slightly, with a bit of cold mockery in his eyes, "You have been learning the sword for so long, and this is your ability?"
He had seen her fight against Chu Xingzhi, how fast she learned things, almost never forgetting them, and how quickly she could evolve them in the next second.
But only as fast as possible.
When fighting Ye Qinghan, her shortcomings were revealed. She was not skilled enough in swordsmanship and was defeated in a matter of seconds.
Ye Qiao ignored him and was thoughtful.
When she fought with Chu Xingzhi, she discovered that the Wenjian Sect's swordsmanship was fierce and similar, and the sword techniques were similar. She had memorized Chu Xingzhi's sword moves at that time, and also thought about how to defeat him.
After roughly figuring out the inertia and sequence of Ye Qinghan's moves, Ye Qiao decisively changed her sword style. Her swordsmanship was not limited to one range. Although there were many flaws, there were also many tricks. For a while, the two of them were in a stalemate.
After several rounds, Ye Qinghan gradually realized this.
Every time he caught her flaw and struck her with his sword, Ye Qiao was able to dodge at various tricky angles, making constant adjustments and mistakes. At first, it was easy to suppress her, but later things gradually started to go wrong.
That Ye Qiao...
It didn't feel like a competition at all, more like using him as a whetstone.
This bad metaphor made Ye Qinghan look slightly grim, "Are you kidding me?"
"How could that happen?" Ye Qiao said calmly, "I respect you very much."
really.
She didn't do anything, she just adjusted her wrong swordsmanship.
Ye Qinghan felt a little aggrieved, especially when he saw Ye Qiao being forced to retreat steadily, but he was still able to improve from it and get rid of the shortcomings of his swordsmanship. This made him feel no sense of accomplishment even if he won the battle.
In the end, he sheathed his sword unwillingly and said, "Let's wait until you come back after the golden elixir." He pursed his lips and said coldly: "I hope you can fight with me in an upright manner."
Ye Qiao thought to herself, wasn't she upright just now?
There was no winner, so Ye Qinghan calmed down and concentrated on practicing. He was really deaf to what was going on outside the window during his practice, and the few people guarding him were a little bored.
Just gather around and start eating melon seeds.
Mu Chongxi admired him: "Ye Qinghan is very calm."
"So he can succeed." Mingxuan poked Zhou Xingyun: "Learn more."
Zhou Xingyun echoed without any soul: "It's amazing."
To break through the Nascent Soul stage, as long as the spiritual energy is strong enough and the foundation is solid, it is only a matter of time for Ye Qinghan.
After guarding for the seventh day, the five of them stared eagerly like the thief who stole the melon. The moment they saw the breath of Broken Mirror, they all stood up and said, "Here it comes, here it comes."
Golden light waves flashed past, the sky gradually darkened, and thunderclouds gathered. Zhou Xingyun said lightly: "We're here."
The wait is finally here.
It's not easy.
To be honest, the Nascent Soul Stage Thunder Tribulation has not appeared in the world of cultivation for a long time, and every time it appears, it can cause turmoil.
Ye Qinghan is also worthy of being the first person in the swordsmanship lineage. The thunder clouds are thick and terrifying. He opens his eyes and flies his sword to an empty space without hesitation to avoid accidentally hurting others.
"Let's go too." Mu Chongxi threw away the melon seeds in his hand.
"Hurry up."
Several people arrived quickly with swords. Many monks were already gathered outside, and the disciples were also following to watch the fun.
They all have top-quality spiritual roots, and it is only a matter of time before they break through to the Nascent Soul Stage, so they all want to see what the Thunder Tribulation in the Nascent Soul Stage looks like in advance.
As a result, before they could get around, they were stopped by the elders: "Don't go there."
"Be careful of being affected."
The Nascent Soul Stage Thunder Tribulation is no joke. According to this posture, it will be impossible to finish it in a while.
"The Nascent Soul stage is different from the Golden Core stage." He put his hands behind his hands and said solemnly: "If you can get through it, Ye Qinghan will be the first person of the young generation."
If you can't survive it, then just wait to be strangled by the thunder. Thunder Tribulation is never a joke. The disciples who were originally eager to try it gradually stopped, thinking of Miaoyan, raising their heads and frowning: "Look at the thunder clouds, it may take a long time to strike."
"And he surpassed two mirrors in a row. It's so amazing." Miaomiao held her face in her hands, "The others basically only rose to one level."
In such a short period of time, it is no wonder that Nascent Soul is called the number one person in swordsmanship.
Qin Huai said calmly, "With Ye Qinghan's talent, it may last a day or a night."
Everyone was busy discussing around Ye Qinghan. When a few people from the Changming Sect arrived in a hurry, the others just glanced at it and didn't pay much attention.
Ye Qiao found that she couldn't get in with the elders guarding her. Zhou Xingyun simply grabbed her, stepped on the wind and slipped in quietly, "Let's go."
During the Thunder Tribulation of the Nascent Soul Stage, the Wenjian Sect cleared the people in advance and left a large area around. The two of them took a shortcut that was not occupied and sneaked in. No one was guarding the place, and no one would have thought that it would happen. Some disciples were seeking death and ran in when they were going through a thunder tribulation.
As soon as Ye Qiao entered, she saw Ye Qinghan sitting in the middle waiting for thunder. She waved her hand and sat with him as if nothing had happened, "Good brother, are you ready for thunder?"
"..."
The girl was so unaware that Ye Qinghan was so frightened that he took a breath. He looked up and saw her, his brows gradually knotted into a knot, "Ye Qiao."
"If you don't want to live anymore, there's no need to use this method."
It is not an exaggeration to say that during the thunder tribulation of the Nascent Soul stage, not even a blade of grass can grow within a hundred miles.
Ye Qiao: "Let me ask you, can you survive the thunder tribulation of the Nascent Soul Stage?"
Ye Qinghan: "It's hard to say."
The elders knew that he was going to overcome the catastrophe, so they stuffed several high-grade or even top-grade magic weapons, but they couldn't stop a few of them in total, and he still had to rely on himself to resist the rest.
"Aren't you going out?" Seeing her looking like she was planning to settle down, his usually cold expression cracked.
"stay home."
The elder of the Bishui Sect had a sharp consciousness and rubbed his eyebrows, "The red clothes look like Ye Qiao."
Ye Qiao? Isn’t that also a genius of the third cultivation?
An elder's face suddenly changed: "Then let her come out quickly." Why don't you come out and wait to be hacked to death?
That's too late.
While he was talking, the thunder had already fallen.
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