Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

In the square of Daqi Sect, Sect Master Fu Tianquan's voice had just fallen when Qin Muyue's sudden words drew everyone's attention again.

The girl's voice was like ice, piercing through the noise in the square and making everyone listen attentively.

"I have liked these two swords for a long time," the girl said solemnly, pulling out a bunch of flowers from her back, and said to Fu Tianquan, "Master, please marry those two swords to me! Please, I will treat them very well!"

The silence of the clan leaders and powerful men on the platform was deafening.

The disciples in the dojo were also silent and lost in confusion.

When he got up, he saw someone asking for two swords.

Fu Tianquan's face looked extremely ugly, as if he was competing in a martial arts competition for marriage for his two daughters, who were both strong-willed, less than a foot tall, and had smooth and hard skin.

Suddenly, a young girl driving a will-o'-the-wisp appeared and said: Lao Deng, my will-o'-the-wisp is parked at the door of your house. Your two daughters have become fascinated by me at the door. Let them come with me!

Who could tolerate this? Fu Tianquan was defeated. He shouted, "Nonsense! Don't even think about it!"

The atmosphere in the square froze in an instant, and the leaders of the major sects looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

The silence in the square was broken by the girl's request, followed by a burst of low laughter.

The disciples had never seen such an absurd scene before, a young girl actually asked Sect Master Fu Tianquan to "marry" her two magic swords. This was undoubtedly an unprecedented anecdote in the world of cultivating immortals.

A disciple in a green robe, with a teasing smile on his face, whispered to his friend next to him: "Is this girl really stupid or just pretending to be stupid? Can a magic sword marry someone? Does she think the sword is a person with feelings for her?"

Another disciple, holding a folding fan in his hand, tapped his forehead gently, shook his head and smiled: "I think she has read too many storybooks and thinks that swords can also talk about love like people."

A disciple who looked a little older stroked his beard and said solemnly, "Alas, being young is good. You can do whatever you want. However, this girl's courage is worthy of admiration."

A mischievous young disciple winked at his companions and said, "Hey, what do you think? If the magic sword can really marry a person, then do we have a chance to marry one home? Haha!"

A female disciple smiled softly and said to her companions, "Look, the flowers in that girl's hand, are they for proposing marriage? It's really creative."

"Shut up. If you say that about my master again, don't blame me for being rude!" A cold and gloomy pressure erupted, and Shen Zhao's eyes were icy, sweeping across the necks of those monks like a knife.

"Shut up, Junior Sister Qin is not that kind of person!" Lu Yaoguang couldn't stand it any longer. He glanced at those gossipers with a cold gaze and ruthless sword intent.

People avoided their gazes and sweated profusely.

The disciples' gazes gradually gathered into a gossip-filled atmosphere and moved to the girl.

"Stop making noise, I'm barbecuing!" The girl threw the flowers away, scolded softly, and closed the folding fan in her hand, revealing her true intentions.

With a plop, a disciple who was laughing before fell down. It seemed to trigger an effect. One after another, the disciples fell down in rows.

The atmosphere in the square suddenly changed from relaxed to tense, and the disciples' original giggles and sarcasm were replaced by astonishment and panic.

The disciples in the entire square fell unconscious one after another. The Nascent Soul cultivators, who should be called Daojun in the world of immortal cultivation, fell to the ground without any resistance. This scene made everyone feel unprecedented fear.

"What's going on?" Lu Yaoguang fainted without even having the chance to use sword power to eliminate the abnormalities in his body.

“Master…” Shen Zhao held on until the end, but finally fell down.

Finally, the entire dojo fell silent. Qin Muyue stood with her eyes lowered. The wind lifted the ribbon on Qianjiao Quemei's clothes. The girl's autumn water folding fan was waving, and her hair swaying in the wind passed in front of her cat-like pupils, making those eyes even more mysterious.

Mo Bingxian, the owner of Xing Jue Villa, tightly grasped the flute in his hand and was the first to react. He asked, "This young man from Tian Jian Peak, what methods did you use on them?!"

Even at the level of powerful beings and sect leaders, not many people know Qin Muyue.

Huo Chongshan of the Donghuang Sect was very hot-tempered and immediately yelled, "How dare you! What did you do to my disciples?"

The Qin Immortal of the Yingyin Sect was disturbed. He said calmly, "Wait a minute. Qin Muyue is only a suspect at the moment. There is no evidence to prove that she caused so many Nascent Soul disciples to fall into coma."

"Well, Qin Xian is right," Ye Yinghuo's eyes were red. She was so shocked by Qin Muyue's shocking remarks that she choked on her tea. She was determined to take Qin Muyue to the Wanjian Sect for investigation. "How about I personally interrogate Qin Muyue and convince her with my strength?"

"Then let's do as the Immortal Lord says?" Xi Duyue's eyes were stern. The people of the Wanjian Sect were no longer as they used to be. It would be difficult to lead the team. While waving the feather fan, he began to go over the old accounts with Ye Yinghuo in his heart and made preparations in advance to save Qin Muyue from Ye Yinghuo.

Ningxi Jianzun's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he sighed secretly. He began to think about how to apologize for angering the number one in the world.

It was hard for the leaders of the nine major sects to disagree, so the Immortal Lord gave up in this one-on-nine situation.

Nian Naihe's eyes moved slightly. Although he was blindfolded, he couldn't help but worry about the girl in his heart. Qin Muyue must have a good reason for taking this risky move.

No matter how ridiculous the girl's behavior is, please, that is the Ziwei Emperor Star. There must be some deep meaning behind this poison, Qin Xiaoyou.

Yi Xuanji and the new Buddhist disciple sat together. The Buddhist disciple lowered his eyes and a smile appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"Buddhist friend, Qin Muyue whom you mentioned is indeed a wonderful person." The next Buddhist disciple is usually selected hundreds of years in advance, so the new Buddhist disciple Xiluo is currently only at the fusion stage because she took office too hastily.

"I believe that Fellow Daoist Qin has his reasons for doing this. Please don't let her life be in danger." Yi Xuanji's black hair fell on his shoulders, making his face look pale, and his lips were much whiter than before. This time when he returned to the sect's guest residence, he used all his cultivation to form a relic.

If you cannot get through the worldly affairs and cannot forgive your inner demons, you should abandon the Buddhist scriptures.

He is no longer a Buddhist practitioner.

"Qin Xiaoyou, please say something. I am willing to believe that you have your own difficulties." After Fu Tianquan calmed down, he took a deep breath and asked patiently. His plan was messed up. If so many disciples could not be saved, the sword-making conference would not be held at all. The flying manta ray in the clouds would definitely bring the Dragon Soul Sect down.

By then, millions of years of manta rays will cover the sky and the sun, and the Dragon Soul Sect will launch a general attack, and the Daqi Sect will not see the sun tomorrow.

The girl stood there, her expression still calm, as if she had expected all this. She slowly put away her folding fan and looked at Fu Tianquan with a firm gaze. "Master, I have no intention of hurting anyone. I used the poison to knock down these Nascent Soul cultivators simply to get those two magic swords."

"How dare you! You are destroying our Daqi Sect's sword-making meeting. You deserve to be killed!" Fu Tianquan smashed the armrest with his palm, his face on the verge of rage. This matter concerns the survival of Daqi Sect, and even clay people have some anger. "You don't deserve to obtain the magic sword. This sect gives you two choices. One: rescue them, two: Daqi Sect and the eight sect masters will set up an unlimited trial court and punish you with ten thousand thunders until you hand over the antidote."

"There is an antidote, but it may take a month for their meridians and spiritual roots to resume functioning." Qin Muyue said slowly.

"Qin Muyue, you are determined to harm the disciples of major families and sects for the sake of the magic sword. This woman is so vicious that she can escape the death penalty but cannot escape the punishment of life!" Huo Chongshan had a legitimate reason to vent his anger this time, and he attacked with a palm wind.

No matter how contemptuous a Mahayana cultivator is, a blow from the Mahayana stage can still hit someone in the face in an instant, but Jingkong is faster. Qin Muyue just dodged and instantly reached eight hundred meters away.

With a loud bang, a big hole appeared on the ground, and the strong wind blew up the girl's clothes and ribbons, making them dance wildly.

As mentioned before, Jingkong is one of the three extinct spiritual roots, and all the sect leaders just think that this girl runs really fast with the help of magic weapons.

"Wait a minute, if you don't want to use the medicine in Qin's hand, why not ask the master of Medicine King Valley to try to detoxify it?" Qin Muyue smiled mysteriously, tossing the purple jade bottle in his hand. "But let me say this in advance, this poison is based on Wujiang's divine Gu, a unique secret method, and Wujiang disappeared for unknown reasons a few days ago."

She slowly said the last sentence: "If the master of Medicine King Valley can't solve it, then this Gu can only rely on the genius of me~!"

In the square, Qin Muyue's words were like morning bells and evening drums, echoing in the ears of every sect leader and disciple.

The clan leaders looked at each other, thinking to themselves, how come this girl was originally a loser with five spiritual roots, but now she is becoming more and more enchanting, look at her confident expression.

The sect leaders did not dare to use the spiritual veins and spiritual roots of Yuanying disciples to gamble that there was a second person who could cure the poison.

Fang Fengling, the master of Yaowang Valley, was furious when he saw his only son sleeping soundly.

The Medicine King Valley Master's tightly held Jishi Box trembled slightly, and his voice was filled with a barely perceptible anger: "My dear Qin, aren't you afraid of arousing public anger with your actions?"

Qin Muyue shook her head slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of disdain: "Master Yaowang, don't you know that the world of immortal cultivation is a place where the strong prey on the weak? If I don't take action today, how can I get what I want?"

Huo Chongshan's expression became even uglier. He roared, "How dare you, you evil woman, speak nonsense here? If I don't take you down today, how can my Donghuang Sect keep its reputation!"

Ye Yinghuo gently waved her hand, her face calm, a hint of teasing flashed in her eyes: "That's enough, first bring the antidote over, let Medicine King Valley Master study it before going to rescue the person, then lock him up, if he wakes up, continue, if he doesn't, just use Qin Muyue's antidote, it's that simple."

"Simple?" The supreme elder of Daqi Sect, the Mahayana stage Zuwang Daojun, had a cold look in his eyes and sneered. With an extremely terrifying blow, he tore through the void, and Sumeru arrived in front of the girl.

His voice slowly fell: "All the preparations for the Daqi Sect's Sword Forging Competition tomorrow have been in vain, and the losses are heavy. What this witch needs most is a small punishment and a big warning!"

Qin Muyue had no time to react to the sudden attack from the Mahayana stage Zuwang Taoist.

Yu Fengxue appeared in time, and the Tai Chi Wheel took shape, blocking the spiritual flow that could kill a person in the Spirit Transformation Stage with one blow.

"You are so good, you Taoist Zuowang, are you teaching me how to do things?" Ye Yinghuo narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous sword intent burst out, suppressing a group of sect leaders and powerful men in their seats.

The face of Zuowang Daojun changed slightly. He did not expect that he would be suppressed so easily by a middle-aged female cultivator. He could not help but feel a little alert. The cultivation level of the second best cultivator in the world was much stronger than he expected.

Qin Muyue smiled slightly. Ye Xianzun was a good helper. She said loudly: "I agree with Ye Xianzun's conditions. I am willing to hand over the antidote to Yaowang Valley, but before that, I have a condition."

"How dare you negotiate conditions!" Huo Chongshan could only move his mouth, and they, the physical cultivators, would not tolerate any sand in their eyes.

"Hmph, you are misleading people with your lies." Taoist Zuwang also insisted on being stubborn.

Ye Yinghuo, who had a grasp of the overall situation, was very pleased with herself. She asked happily, "What are the conditions?"

Qin Muyue's eyes swept over every sect master present, and her voice was clear and firm: "I ask all the sect masters and Mahayana period present to swear by their inner demons that I will not be held responsible for what happened today, and after I hand over the antidote, I will be allowed to participate in the fight for the sword."

The atmosphere in the square became tense again. The clan leaders exchanged glances with each other, weighing the pros and cons of this condition.

Fu Tianquan was almost furious. He had never seen such a shameless person.

"Why...are you targeting my Daqi Sect? I've given you so many benefits, why on earth do you want to harm my Daqi Sect?"

"I believe that Sect Master Fu has his own reasons. There's a saying that goes 'here there is no silver but a trousers.' When it comes to hiding things from the public, I, Qin, am ashamed of myself." Qin Muyue retorted neither humbly nor arrogantly, her cat-like pupils staring straight at Fu Tianquan.

Fu Tianquan's eyes were vague and he didn't dare to look her in the eye. He immediately understood what the girl meant. He did use the magic sword to attract the nine major sects and families, and used them to save the Daqi Sect from the Dragon Soul Sect. What was wrong with that?

The world is bustling with people, all for the sake of profit. If they were not greedy for the divine sword, how could they be willing to come to the Daqi Sect and endure the wrath of the Longhun Sect?

As the host, Fu Tianquan still had some dignity to save, so he spoke first, "Okay, on behalf of the Daqi Sect, I swear by my inner demon that as long as Qin Muyue hands over the antidote, we will not pursue the matter today."

Seeing that Fu Tianquan had expressed his stance, the other sect leaders also swore by their inner demons. Under Ye Yinghuo's gaze, those powerful ones also swore obediently and agreed to Qin Muyue's conditions.

Seeing this, Qin Muyue nodded with satisfaction. She took out a jade bottle from her sleeve and threw it lightly. The jade bottle slowly flew towards the master of Yaowang Valley.