The atmosphere froze for a few seconds, and the people in the audience were still immersed in the competition between Ye Qiao and Ye Qinghan.
The expressions of the other four people who were originally planning to congratulate Ye Qiao froze and looked back at the elder who spoke.
"Uh huh huh???" Mingxuan thought he was deaf, "Elder? What are you talking about?"
"You all stay." The elder saw that each of them seemed to be unconvinced, and his tone was calm, "There is a team competition, and the five sects of you will compete together."
Ye Qiao held her stomach and calmed down, feeling that she was going to die on the spot in the next second.
When she was playing, no one said there would be a team match, and what was a team match? Isn't it the same as a melee?
Perhaps he could see the expressions on several people's faces as if their parents were dead. The elder added: "The winning sect can get extra points."
Points...
Ye Qiao: "Then I'll endure it."
In an additional team match, Ye Qiao and Xue Yu put the Spiritual Recovery Pill into their mouths together, frantically replenishing the consumed spiritual energy, and scolded Ye Qinghan for his lack of integrity.
It really hurts to hit someone! Move and poke at people's vital points.
After hearing her scolding of Ye Qinghan, Xue Yu said, "Although, little junior sister, you can hit him hard enough." Ye Qiao struck quickly and accurately at that time. He was no better than Ye Qinghan. The two of them were evenly matched at best. .
"Let's decide quickly later." Xue Yu's stomach also hurt a little. He really couldn't figure out how Xie Chuxue came up with this method.
Don't tell me, it works.
In terms of combat effectiveness, only the Wenjian Sect of the Changming Sect can compete. As the saying goes, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. The nephews are all in high spirits.
"Do you believe it or not, our Chang Ming Sect was the first to end and win this melee?" Old God Xie Chuxue was sitting there, touching his chin, eyes curled up, quite interested.
"Your Changming Sect isn't that strong yet, is it?" an elder retorted.
Since it was a melee, did he think the other sects were dead?
The competition stage was destroyed, but the venue is still very large. If there is no competition stage, then we can play directly on the field. The intertwining of various sect uniforms is also a kind of beauty. Each of them stands in a certain range. The light blue Yue Qing sect, and Song Hansheng is the most beautiful person in the capital, the white Wenjian Sect, and all the upright little white poplars standing in the group.
Among the four female disciples of the Green Bishui Sect, Liu Yun is the only one male.
The five male disciples of Chengfeng Sect gathered together to look good.
The one with the strangest painting style is Chang Mingzong. The five of them squatted on the ground in unison, and they didn’t know what was going on.
Ye Qiao: "When does the competition start?"
If they don't start, they will go crazy.
Xie Chuxue is really poisonous. Xue Yu said in a gentle and gentle manner, "Hurry up and start, otherwise you will see tomorrow that Changming clan members died in the competition."
"..." Is it so serious?
But when he saw that the faces of several other people were a little distorted, it was indeed quite serious. The person in charge was so frightened that he nodded quickly.
As the competition started, the other four sects had not yet made any move. Ye Qiao clenched the bamboo shoot in his hand and rushed forward.
"Eh?"
Miaomiao was stunned for a moment.
No, don't you want to discuss tactics?
Generally speaking, the Changming Sect is the most wretched one. Why are these people acting crazy today? They don't pay attention to any strategies and just hit people when they see them.
This sudden change in painting style caught the other sects off guard, because the Changming Sect took the lead in launching the attack, and the other direct disciples also quickly dispersed, grabbing their natal magic weapons.
"Ahhh, hurry up!!" Mingxuan shook the talisman in his hand wildly.
They have to go to the toilet.
Mu Chongxi clenched the Morning and Night Sword in his hand. Perhaps the sword spirit itself sensed the master's urgency and increased its power. Countless sword lights flickered. He had never been so urgent when fighting Qin Huai.
The five people came out of the village like a mad dog, led by Zhou Xingyun, who scared all the other sects to tremble.
"Ah ah ah ah we didn't offend them." Zhu Youdong hid in Tibet.
Their senior brother was also blown up by her! Why are you chasing them and killing them?
Chu Xingzhi cursed secretly.
Is this Mu Chongxi crazy? Is the transformation of the spirit sword amazing? It's so rampant.
A few people from the Chengfeng Sect were still struggling at first, but Duan Hengdao said: "Ye Qiao, where is our love in the same belly?"
She remained silent, and her movements became even more ruthless.
Duan Hengdao's defensive magic weapon was broken into pieces one after another. The young man knocked the magic weapon lightly with his backhand, and his consciousness suddenly swayed. Ye Qiao's movements were slightly stagnant. If her consciousness would still be affected in the golden elixir stage, it would now be equivalent to In the Nascent Soul stage, this had no effect on her.
Ye Qiao woke up immediately and knocked Duan Hengdao to the ground without any emotion.
After Duan Hengdao was swept out of the field, he felt that his waist was about to be broken. He couldn't help but murmured: "Are you crazy? This is..."
Song Hansheng was a little confused by this whole chaotic melee.
You know, Ye Qinghan can't even defeat Ye Qiao, let alone those from other sects. Zhou Xingyun's sword wind is even more merciless, knocking off several of them in a row, leaving no grass growing wherever they go.
The so-called melee is of course the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing his magical powers.
If you can get points, you must get them.
Thanks to Ye Qiao's original guidance, all the alchemy cultivators hid in the alchemy furnace and shivered.
Liu Yun: "...scared."
Miaomiao shrank from the alchemy furnace and took the opportunity to check on the other sects who were being chased and beaten by the Changming Sect, and advised, "If you encounter the Changming Sect, just accept it."
Looking at the wretched Bishui Sect disciples huddled under the alchemy furnace, Chu Xingzhi scolded them for not sharing the spirit of sharing joys and sorrows.
"Then why don't you admit defeat?"
Miaomiao said plausibly: “We want to get points!
nonsense.
So don't they want to take it?
Alchemy cultivator and Fu cultivator have different fields, and they are not good at fighting this kind of melee, especially the position of Yue Qingzong is closely watched by Ye Qiao and others.
Song Hansheng couldn't even find a chance to make a sneak attack.
"Are you sick of keeping staring at my position?" The formation was destroyed again, and Song Hansheng was a little crazy.
Ye Qiao crushed his unformed formation with one swift kick. Knowing that Song Hansheng had a defensive talisman, the shuriken suddenly withdrew its strength and reached out to grab Song Hansheng's clothes. Under the young man's somewhat stunned gaze, he decisively and violently threw him out. Inside.
Song Hansheng almost fell to the ground. He put his hands on the ground and couldn't help but cursed, "Is Ye Qiao finally crazy?"
Duan Hengdao held his waist that was almost broken by being kicked, and nodded in approval.
Those who were weak in close combat were quickly eliminated, and those who remained were the swordsmen who could fight in groups. The other sects were more or less hesitant to use their full strength because they had individual competitions to come. Mingzong had no such scruples.
They don't rely on teams or tactics, and they pass the level completely violently.
A state in which people who stand in the way kill people, and who stand in the way of a Buddha kill the Buddha.
How scary.
The melee ended in ten minutes, ending with the Changming Sect's complete victory. Once it was over, several elders wanted to ask them about their thoughts on the victory.
As a result, several people ran rampant, shouted "get out of the way, get out of the way" and then rushed to grab the toilet.
"???"ha.
