Qiu Qingge stepped on the rubble, his sword tassel and white sleeves dancing in the wind. He didn't answer directly, only saying coldly to the disciples behind him, "Those who didn't kill a thousand, get lost to An Ding Peak."
Shen Qingqiu kicked him. "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Tell me, how should we fight Tianlang-Jun? "
They still had to search the ridge for a while before finding the Xin Mo sword. Shen Qingqiu reminded, "There are many demons in Maigu Ridge. It's best not to touch anything that looks alive."
As soon as he spoke, he felt countless ears perk up, holding their breaths and eavesdropping. Even the whispers became much quieter. The three graceful twin Daoist nuns nearby let out strange giggles.
Shen Qingqiu spread his folding fan and silently covered half his face.
"That's because I cut the settings." Shang Qinghua argued with him. "Bing-ge, is it tragic? Is it popular? "
Shang Qinghua: "Tragic characters are more popular."
Shang Qinghua said distressed, "Don't hit him! Don't you think he's very pitiful? And to be honest, I don't even know how to fight him because the details of the outline haven't been drawn yet. "
Luo Binghe's gaze was fixed on him. "Shizun, long time no see. This disciple misses you very much."
Coughing all around, Shen Qingqiu couldn't keep his face any longer.
Qi Qingqi said warily, "Masters, are you serious?"
He tilted his head and didn't speak. Mobei-Jun stepped out of line and walked to the riverside. He stepped onto the water without falling. Wherever he passed, ice spread rapidly. Before long, the water was frozen three feet deep, and the area was constantly expanding. Even the fish were frozen in the ice. Given a little more time, he could freeze an entire section of the middle reaches of the Luochuan.
And he dared to use Luo Binghe as an example! Shen Qingqiu slapped his fan. "How much do you like to use this joke?"
The other ten people all looked over. Shen Qingqiu didn't want to delay and said randomly, "Come up!"
In the snowy winter, Shen Qingqiu waved his elegant folding fan like a cattail leaf fan, wishing he could blow away all the gazes cast on him from all directions. A sect leader laughed dryly and said, "Peak Lord Shen has indeed taught his disciple well. It is truly a great blessing for our cultivation world."
Now that he was alone with Shen Qingqiu, Luo Binghe immediately lost his cool and domineering demonic charm. He said shyly, "Recently, I've used too much demonic energy and too little spiritual energy. I kind of forgot how to use it."
Shen Qingqiu: "If we don't beat him up, we'll be the ones pitiful. I didn't expect to think about it now. The logic of this world is built by you. Your way of thinking is the outline! "
Looking at Luo Binghe standing with his hands clasped behind his back, looking like a proper person, who would know that she had the temperament of a young girl who liked to cling onto people and cry and act spoiled behind their backs … Who would believe this!
Didn't they just meet last night?
Yue Qingyuan continued to make arrangements. Qiong Ding Peak, Xian Shu Peak, Qian Cao Peak … each had their own positions, each with their own duties. Shen Qingqiu saw Luo Binghe's carefree demeanor and couldn't help but ask: "How many people did you bring? Aren't you going to arrange it? "
Hearing this, the hundreds of gazes that had dispersed from him seemed to be greatly stimulated, and once again gathered on him. Qi Qingqi glared fiercely at him, a look of exasperation that he didn't live up to her expectations, (crossed out) a grown girl can't be kept at home (crossed out).
He closed his folding fan with a snap, held it in his hand, adjusted his expression, and said sternly: "Master has something to say to the previous An Ding Peak Lord. For the time being, you and the other sect leaders should get used to each other, and discuss the grand plan of facing the enemy together."
He didn't care what the other people's responses were. After he finished speaking, he ran, grabbed Shang Qinghua, and dragged him like a dead pig to a slightly remote tree.
Yue Qingyuan had always been a pillar that all the sects had tacitly agreed could be useful at critical moments. At this time, he naturally began to make arrangements and plan: "Zhao Hua Temple, please arrange for the remaining people to hold up a barrier and prevent Maigu Ridge from continuing to fall. You must prevent it from connecting with the river."
Liu Qingge thought about it, and said reluctantly: "There's sect leader shixiong."
Very quickly, he laughed, lowered his voice, and said: "What are you afraid of? They need my help, so they don't dare say anything. "
Seeing that they were about to get entangled again, Shen Qingqiu hurriedly said: "Great Master Wu Chen's words naturally won't be false."
Luo Binghe: "I've brought everything I can. Isn't the arrangement simple. "As he spoke, he pointed at Sha Hualing and Mobei-Jun behind him:" Give the Ninth Lord to her. Give the ugly bastard to him. "
… … Was he going to let his daughter go screw over her father again? Simply … …
Wu Wang coughed loudly. Wu Chen, Amitabha Buddha. Yue Qingyuan's gaze calmly shifted over.
Shen Qingqiu saw that he had gained quite a bit of positive points, and that the hostility and wariness of the people around him were not as deep. He couldn't help but say with relief: "En. You've done well. "
Although he said "taught a good disciple", his tone was no different from "married a good husband". Shen Qingqiu's fanning movements carried a bit of murderous intent. Wu Wang looked like he wanted nothing more than to crush these two immoral things to death on the spot with his staff. Great Master Wu Chen hurriedly said: "Since benefactor Luo has the heart to help, then nothing could be better. I ask Sect Leader Yue to preside over the overall situation. "
Shang Qinghua looked at his expression, and said in astonishment: "… … What's with your expression, don't tell me this is heartache? Damn, I always thought you were tenacious and unyielding, holding your ground. I always thought you were straight! "
Great Master Wu Chen looked troubled: "Of course I will try my best. It's just that the Luo River is wide, and the two shores are very far apart. There's no place to land, and the foundation is not stable, so it's not suitable to set up a formation. "
Once he thought of Luo Binghe miserably kneeling on the ground to pick up teacups, his small and thin body carrying two buckets of water running back and forth up the mountain stairs, and at night huddling into a ball, hugging his arms in a corner of the woodshed and shivering, his heart was in a mess. He wouldn't feel comfortable without beating someone up, and this person had to be Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky!
The place where they landed was a stretch of jagged rocks. Between the gaps of the dense white rocks, dry bones grew. Looking up, the strange pitch-black trees towered into the sky, twisting and intertwining. The strange cackling of some unknown monster mixed with the cawing of an old crow reverberated through the mountain range.
Yue Qingyuan thought for a moment, then said: "How about this Cang Qiong Mountain Sect's first peak's disciples ride on their swords and form a formation in the air?"
Luo Binghe said concisely: "I'm only doing this for one person. I don't know anything else. "
Luo Binghe was of the demon race, and at this time he wanted to express his sincerity in cooperating, so he naturally walked at the very front. Shen Qingqiu walked shoulder to shoulder with him. As the two of them walked, Luo Binghe snuck over and quietly took his hand.
Shen Qingqiu: "Bullshit! Two tall buildings were destroyed, and you're telling me this is because people are popular? "
Shen Qingqiu: "Are you relieved this time?"
Luo Binghe tugged on the corner of Shen Qingqiu's clothes: "Shizun, take me flying."
The smile on Luo Binghe's lips spread. For some reason, Shen Qingqiu also raised the corner of his mouth. As soon as he felt something strange on his face, he immediately forced the corner of his mouth down, controlling his expression. In his heart, he was bewildered. Why was it that not only were tears contagious, but laughter was also contagious?
Shen Qingqiu looked down at his waist: "… Don't you have a sword?"
Luo Binghe nodded solemnly: "Also." He broke into a smile and said: "Shizun, leave it to me."
Shen Qingqiu said: "Anything else?"
Shen Qingqiu said: "Yes."
Shen Qingqiu said: "Why aren't you dead yet! You should have died a long time ago, how come Mobei-Jun hasn't killed you yet! "
This time he didn't say who it was for, but was there a difference? Was there any meaning?
It hadn't even been five minutes. Shen Qingqiu abruptly turned around and said: "Depart?"
Pausing, he pointed at Shang Qinghua: "Bring him."
Shen Qingqiu's breathing became ragged. His forehead, cheeks, neck, and earlobes all became hot and dry. Flustered for no reason, he slowly pulled his hand out.
Liu Qingge snorted: "If they dare come, then kill them."
Shang Qinghua weakly muttered: "Don't discriminate against An Ding Peak …" Logistics were innocent, long live logistics!
Actually doubting the battle strength of a fighting race!
The people crowded here were all cultivators with extremely sensitive five senses. Regardless of whether they were nearby or not, they all turned to look at Shen Qingqiu. Hundreds of pairs of eyes, all kinds of gazes, surrounded him from all directions.
Forty people shouted in unison: "Yes!"
Riding the sword and flying high into the sky, they immediately landed as soon as they entered Maigu Ridge. So, Luo Binghe didn't hold him for long.
Shen Qingqiu rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath: "Brother Xiang Tian, Ju You, Airplane Beating Ju You, are you lacking in love, huh? The original setting you said about 'Shen Qingqiu' was that he was abused by a pervert in his childhood? Do you like to write about the bitter and tragic past so much? "
The moment his hand grasped empty air, Luo Binghe's eyes seemed to instantly turn into a wasteland covered in ice and snow.
Luo Binghe said: "Sect Leader Yue and I both think it's best to send ten people to pull out the sword. Shizun will go? If you go, I'll go. "
Yue Qingyuan calmly said: "Forgive me for being overly suspicious. Last time, Zhao Hua Temple parted on bad terms, and now Palace Master Luo suddenly wants to join forces with the cultivation world to repel your biological father …"
Luo Binghe smiled: "Peak Master Qi, are you suspecting that Zhao Hua Temple has also been … ah, poisoned by me?"
Luo Binghe's lips still held a hint of a smile as he continued: "Northern and Southern Frontier have always been in conflict. I am the leader of Northern Frontier and do not approve of the merger. This time, I am willing to lend a hand and join forces with everyone to repel the enemy. "
Luo Binghe strolled over, the river wind blowing, the hem of his black clothes rippling. The sword hanging at his waist was Zheng Yang. Behind him, Mobei-Jun was on the left, Sha Hualing was on the right, the Huan Hua Palace disciples that he hadn't seen for a long time followed closely behind, and at the very end was a small group of demon soldiers in black armor. Shang Qinghua was in the middle, moving forward and back, slipping in and out like a loach. The scene was extremely out of place. As soon as the two met face to face, their eyes shot out hooks, hooking into a ball, a thousand knives and ten thousand swords stabbing at each other. It was very lively.
Luo Binghe openly crossed over, standing as the third party. Everyone's faces were full of colorful expressions, enough to make an entire set of emojis. Especially Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, there was a time when they fought with Huan Hua Palace as soon as they met. Now they were old enemies, their eyes blazing with hatred. But listening to Zhao Hua Temple's words, they seemed to be friends and not enemies, so they could only endure and restrain themselves.
Bai Zhan Peak only sent forty people. Someone couldn't help but ask: "Most of the demons in Southern Frontier are beasts, each of them extremely strong. Can forty people really block the first wave of attack?"
Shang Qinghua adjusted his collar: "Shen Da, you should have died earlier than me. Aren't you still alive and kicking right now? Do you have the nerve to talk about me?"
Yue Qingyuan continued to assign tasks. Tian Yi Monastery continued to spread to other places outside of Luochuan where strange phenomena began to appear, protecting and evacuating the common people. Next was Cang Qiong Mountain Sect. Yue Qingyuan muttered to himself for a moment, then said: "When the first wave of Southern Frontier demons broke through, on Bai Zhan Peak."
If it was anyone else who said "very concerned", it would definitely cause everyone present to have goosebumps. But Luo Binghe had the hardware and settings of "no matter what he said, it wouldn't make people feel out of place", so everyone's attention actually wasn't diverted to him. Shen Qingqiu personally felt what was going on with these inhumane onlookers. He could only try his best to make an appropriate "en" sound.
The demon race's advantage in output was innate. There were exclamations all around, some were unwilling. Wu Chen repeatedly thanked him. Luo Binghe didn't show any arrogance, only turning back to look at Shen Qingqiu, his eyes bright.
He hadn't finished speaking when Luo Binghe's voice floated over: "Shizun, are you done talking? If it's about time, we should set off. "
Luo Binghe suddenly said: "No need to go through so much trouble."
Shang Qinghua turned pale with fright. He raised his eyebrows and bowed, shouting for Melon Bro to spare his life, but Shen Qingqiu had already floated away. Liu Qingge and Bai Zhan Peak were responsible for guarding the ice surface. Shen Qingqiu passed by him and suddenly turned back, saying half-truthfully: "If you want a disciple to kill a thousand, then shidi must kill ten thousand himself as an example."
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