The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

The Beiming Sect's Venerable, who had originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and let his disciples catch up and fight, now broke out in a cold sweat.

His mouth opened, but no sound came out.

The elder who had been hiding in the dark appeared reluctantly, gave the four people clues to the route to the next level, and then disappeared with a gloomy face.

The Bei Ming Sect's Venerable laughed and said, "This...isn't it that the water mirror is delayed, so the picture is slightly delayed."

"Are there any disciples of Venerable Huai Ci here?" They were relatively isolated from the news, and it was still unclear whether Sheng Qing accepted any disciples.

It's just a subjective conjecture. How could Venerable Huai Ci, who has always been a loner, speak up for a little Jindan disciple?

There must be something she cares about in there.

Sheng Qing withdrew his gaze from You Ran, picked up a cup of tea in his hand, took a sip and slowly said, "Not a disciple, just my future Taoist partner."

As she said this, a gleam of brilliance flashed across her eyes, and her spiritual sense paid attention to their reactions, just like a snake hiding in the dark, disguised as a harmless dead leaf, sticking out its tongue and exploring the odor factors in the air.

And Sheng Qing was trying to find out the bad intentions.

The Five Sects Competition is held every hundred years, with each sect taking turns every five hundred years. She remembered that although she did not come to the Northern Territory to lead the team last time, she happened to be there to slay demons.

Although the Beiming Sect at that time was also arrogant and somewhat unruly, they were also open and aboveboard and would not do such tricks in the competition.

In fact, when each competition is designed and arranged by the host sect, it will be more or less biased towards its own sect's disciples. This is quite normal.

But bias is bias, and this is obviously a bit too biased, which is a bit too much.

After she finished speaking, everyone on the scene turned their heads except for Venerable Wangxian who had known about it long ago.

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Especially the Fire Spirit Sect's Venerable, who looked at Sheng Qing with a complicated look in his eyes.

Because their sect strictly prohibits master-disciple romance, the death of an elder a few hundred years ago was a pain for the sect.

From then on, the Fire Spirit Sect elders were no longer allowed to freeze their ages at too young a age, but instead were described as an untidy, sloppy middle-aged man, or a female headmaster with fine lines on her face.

Jin Lei Zong glanced at him in surprise. The Great Elder had just recovered from his injuries and now knew that he would gain nothing by arguing with Sheng Qing. He pursed his lips, closed his eyes and rolled his eyes.

No matter who is promoted to Qing, it is such a great humiliation at such a time. If he does not take revenge, it will affect his clear mind of Taoism!

He had secretly instructed his disciples that if they saw the four people from the Wangxian Sect, they should kill them without mercy.

The elder of Xuanwu Sect was slightly surprised, then slowly turned his head back. If it was Venerable Huaici, then no matter how rebellious his behavior was, it would be understandable.

That has nothing to do with them either.

Sheng Qing keenly recorded the general thoughts of everyone in the row through micro-movements and expressions, and then took a sip of the tea in his hand.

There was something solemn in his eyes.

There was something wrong with the Beiming Sect. Her sixth sense was always accurate, so she proactively transmitted the general situation to Wen Ruyan and Yang Feng beside her at close range.

Venerable Hengyu Wen Ruyan lowered his eyes slightly, and then replied, "Venerable Huaici can arrange his own actions. If you need anything, just let me know."

The Master Palm Wind was frightened by the sudden voice in his mind, and replied with a trembling voice: "I...will always pay attention to the safety of my disciples, you can do whatever you want."

Sheng Qing got the answer he wanted, nodded slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. The eyes of an alien clone that walked out of his body suddenly lit up.

Three thousand miles away, Sheng Qing, dressed in a black robe, slightly moved his clone's body, and then began to use the appearance of the floating island to search for the overseas archipelago where the Beiming Sect was located along the coast.

In the past thousand years, almost no outsiders have visited the Beiming Sect, because they do not recruit outside disciples, and even fewer people enter the secular world.

The so-called disciples are mostly descendants of the three major families, and are more or less related to them.

She scoffed at this.

There are many such small immortal cultivation families in the Central Plains, but the fundamental reason why they cannot grow and develop is that the talent for immortal cultivation cannot be inherited through bloodline.

Most people are ordinary people, and only a very few who are born with intelligence can embark on the path of cultivation well.

Therefore, most of the so-called immortal cultivation families adopt and train many children who are not related by blood but have extraordinary talents.

But the upper limit is not high. If you want to go further, you still need the foundation of a large sect to cultivate a true genius.

As for the Beiming Sect, a strange and self-contained sect, the three major families marry each other, saying that they don't want their powerful bloodlines to flow outside. In fact, those bloodlines have been diluted for countless generations.

Therefore, the Beiming Sect is often the last of the five sects and is always ranked fifth.

The quality of the Beiming Sect's disciples this time has improved a lot, and their cultivation is as if purchased wholesale. When Sheng Qing looked with his naked eyes, he saw a row of cultivators emitting the same concentration of spiritual energy.

She began to walk along the seashore, little by little, towards the distant trench.

Yu Mian is here.

After getting the clearance materials, she opened them immediately. Her figure was instantly sucked into the paper roll and forced to become a canvas that slowly unfolded in the air. The huge page hung high in the sky.

After her, the other three people frowned, and for a moment they didn't know whether to open the scroll. However, they saw the disciple of Beiming Sect who was chasing after them took the scroll, opened it without even thinking, and disappeared on the spot.

The three of them opened it without worry and entered a painting of a simple ink landscape.

Yu Mian almost lost his balance and stepped on a strangely shaped boulder, then sat down cross-legged.

The first level tests observation ability, so what aspect will this level test?

She took out a piece of paper and began to write and draw on the spot, predicting whether she would encounter war this time.

The answer given by the hexagram is a medium to bad fortune.

In other words, this trip was somewhat dangerous. She thought there must be hidden dragons and crouching tigers here, and the Beiming Sect disciple who had just been fooled by her would not want to see her at all.

It seems that the danger may come from them. Before standing up and starting to explore the ink world, Yu Mian carefully checked the soft armor that Sheng Qing gave him.

Then she untied the four gravity rings on her arms and ankles, and the strength in her hands was instantly relaxed. She felt a little uncomfortable and too relaxed.

Then he pasted defensive talismans all over his clothes, and then began to explore the level that suddenly appeared before him.

The surrounding scenery is all colorless and black and white, but it exudes a sense of freedom and ease.

She took a light breath and could smell the fragrance of pine ink. What a good ink!