Not long after the three of us stopped, the dozen or so selected elites came to us separately. The one who came first, dressed in pure blue clothing, looked about forty years old. His cultivation is the strongest, and behind him is a Taoist sword, dressed as a typical Taoist priest.

I deliberately investigated his breath. To my surprise, this breath is very close to the breath of the place where we are now, but it is far different from the breath we exude. It can be seen that they are not using true immortality, but Another breath!

In addition to the middle-aged Taoist priest in pure blue robes, he also had two fellow Taoists with him beside him, and the other three groups besides them were wearing clothes of different styles and colors. On the whole, a little bit Simple classical clothing similar to some remodels.

"Where did the few come from, and where did they go?" The middle-aged Daoist spoke actually in our language, not the language of the Wu clan just now.

And he also looked up and down at me and Li Poxiao, and finally turned his gaze on Qingcheng Ruoxue. Maybe Qingcheng Ruoxue's power is far better than us, or maybe she looks the best.

Compared with Li Poxiao, my appearance is the least brilliant. Li Poxiao’s transformation from Taoism back then has been a far cry from Zhang Yidan’s overall image, with flowing white hair. It's scorching, it can be said to be sharp.

But this is not a good thing in the wilderness. It’s not a good thing to shoot a bird and be handsome. So relatively speaking, my humbleness is a protective color in itself.

Of course, the situation on Qingcheng Ruoxue's side is much more tense. If you don't pay attention, it is very likely that someone will be arrested as a madam or something, but she has the first three thousand faces. It is estimated that she should be confused? I can't help thinking evilly.

"From the place left behind by the war, there is nowhere to go in the face of an unfamiliar environment here," Qingcheng Ruoxue said, and what surprised us next was that the three groups of people who were similar to the leaders turned towards the center. Nian Ren asked something in the language of the descendants of the Witch tribe, and the middle-aged Taoist long twisted beard proudly seemed to explain it to them. It seemed that he could understand our language, which made him very proud.

"Well, since there is nowhere to go, you shouldn't mind taking a trip with us? Your fellow Taoists seem to have misunderstood you a little bit, so let you go elsewhere. It just so happens that our four sects are just around the corner. Big sects, you are immigrants from war and are cultivating immortals. It should be the best for us to arrange them.” The middle-aged Daoist made arrangements for us without any explanation.

It is true that this is a kind of superior performance, and it is also indirectly ordering us. If we do not agree to them, I am afraid that we will not be so easy to talk.

Qingcheng Ruoxue and I and Li Poxiao had a tacit understanding just now, so she didn't struggle this time, and said, "Then please give directions to the Xian family."

The middle-aged Daoist saw that we were so obedient, and he was suddenly in a good mood, and explained our position to the other three. These three were also very happy, just like seeing something interesting and looking at us up and down.

"Could it be that you are regarded as an ornamental thing? You look so beautiful, I think that long thief is looking at you, will you take you back to be the wife of the village?" I whispered. Dao, Qingcheng Ruoxue frowned, and said angrily: "I'm still joking at this time, don't you die?"

"Hey, what are you afraid of? Anyway, as a cauldron, you are not suitable anymore. I don't know what his expression would be when he knows that you have three thousand faces." I deliberately teased, Qing Cheng Ruoxue said angrily: "I found out how good you are. hate."

I ignored her, and Li Poxiao glanced at me, and the voice transmission said, "Tell me before running away for a while."

"I can't escape." I said sullenly. Li Poxiao didn't say anything, but followed me silently, and Qingcheng Ruoxue was ahead of me.

The middle-aged Daoist started talking to the other three in old sayings along the way, and from time to time he swept through Qingcheng Ruoxue and Li Poxiao, but didn’t pay much attention to me. In fact, it's just a little tail.

"Qingcheng Ruoxue, what are they whispering? It looks fascinating, is there any intention?" I couldn't help but want Qingcheng Ruoxue to explain.

As a result, Qingcheng Ruoxue didn't plan to pay attention to me this time, and drove her head down.

But because he was about to return to the village, and the middle-aged Daoist seemed to have also noticed that we were transmitting the sound, so he glanced at me, in order to avoid suspicion to the other party, so I can only stop transmitting the sound.

Far away, I saw the situation in the village. I found that there were really four sects of cultivation surrounding Heizi and them. This time Heizi and everyone are in a bit of a bad situation. It seems that they have all experienced a fight. What's wrong, the power consumption is a lot, and our situation is good, because there is no resistance, so in addition to the previous flight consumption, a lot of power remains.

I glanced at the number of sects in these ancient gods, and I didn’t expect that this time there were as many as 47, which means that an average of twelve in each sect, and among them, the middle-aged Taoist master was the highest. Next is the old woman in another school with mostly women, and there are two schools left, one led by the old man and the other led by a middle-aged woman.

As for Heizi and Li Xiangrui, Xia Ruize, Kuangmu, Wan Songxiao, and Ni Shi, they all have their faces painted now. Although they have recovered from their injuries, they still have traces of beatings. It is too unfortunate for us.

Wan Song looked down upon us and came here unscathed, a little dumbfounded, probably regretting that he was not obedient or obedient.

After we settled down on the village’s open space, several leading immortals glanced at us with different expressions, and then the four began to discuss something. In the process, there might be sarcasm, direct and unceremonious dialogue, and even There was a rattling roll of eyes, eyelids and other things, it seemed to be arguing.

I looked at a group of disciples, most of them looked at us with interest, or looked at us laughing, or were discussing our clothes and hair accessories.

Of course, they talk about beauty and ugliness the most. Among them, the most eye-catching one is undoubtedly Qingcheng Ruoxue. There is hardly a male disciple who does not look at her too much. Even in my heart I can’t help but praise this'king of the face'. The stunning attraction of Qingcheng is so great that it actually reached the Ancient God Realm, and it was also a sweet pastry, and there were people everywhere!

In addition, it seems that these disciples are quite concerned about personal strength and aptitude. For example, young people like Li Poxiao and Xia Ruize who seem to be very strong are obviously more popular, but Li Xiangrui, Heizi, and Lonely Although Mu is very strong, he doesn't pay much attention to it, which is beyond my expectation.

"Don't we become Tang monk meat, we want to pick the tender and young meat?" I couldn't help but muttered to Qingcheng Ruoxue.

The three of us stood on one side, and Heizi led his group to stand opposite us. There was still a bit of distance between each other. Rumors would be easily broken. Besides, I didn’t even deal with Xia Ruize, and I didn’t bother to ask them. What happened, because now we are fish and this group of indigenous sects are knives.

"You just noticed it now?" Qingcheng Ruoxue said reluctantly. I was taken aback for a moment and said hurriedly: "What do you mean?"

"They are a large local sect, and they lack disciples. Since we are survivors of war, it is undoubtedly a blank piece of paper for them, a strategic resource! How could they let it go? The sect war here is fierce, we Becoming the cannon fodder of the sect is the best ending. They are now dividing us into their sect!" Qingcheng Ruoxue explained.

"So, we are all going to be caught as coolies?" I was stunned.

When the four representatives of the sect divided us, although they were carefully selected by one person and two, they did not seem to be very fair. After the middle-aged male road designated to go to Qingcheng Ruoxue, he still thought Asking Xia Ruize or Li Poxiao to go, it seems that he was strictly rejected by the other three, and others are forcing him to choose the weakest aunt Ni Shi.

But the middle-aged Taoist looked like the strongest of the four, so he was naturally unhappy, but he shouldn't be able to refuse the anger of the three, so he finally turned his attention to me, who seemed to be the second weakest.