"Sword-Hao Cao."

Chen Shaobai pressed his hand on his waist and swung the magic sword, murmured in a low voice.

After speaking, a sword light soared into the sky roared out from the side, turning into an orange waterfall swept across it, as if the sky was hanging upside down, the flying rainbow robbed, and the dragon swung its tail.

A pure orange color gradually spread in front of my eyes, as if the light that pierced through the darkness, and a little vermilion was painted in front of me. As time flowed, this vermilion was still rapidly growing and expanding.

As Haocao's sword flashed and turned and cut, the knees of Luosha beasts broke, and the outer disciples of the Huangquan Sect leaned down from the horse's back like dumplings, smashing big holes on the ground. Before they could jump up slowly, they were crushed into the ground by the people following them, making indelible contributions to the solidity of the ground on Liuli Island.

Watching the orange light robbing and crushing the black fog sea, the outer disciples of the Huangquan Sect fell down and could no longer get up. The Qingxuan outer disciples were in a daze, as if they were falling into a dream. They finally understood why, regardless of the immortal way, the Demon Sect or the Demon Palace, they only paid attention to cultivating disciples above the inner sect.

Ordinary outer disciples are so easy to fall!

As long as the enemy is in control of a magic weapon or spiritual weapon, it can be killed like slaughtering a chicken and a dog. Faced with these magic weapons, the inner disciples at least have spiritual power and can use some magical secret techniques to fight or escape - such as Hong Hao, who used his body skills to escape the attack of Chen Shaobai's flying sword before.

The sword-controlling technique gave Hao Cao extremely fast speed. Even the top figure in the inner sect could not see the specific shape of the sword in a rapid movement, so Chen Shaobai used it without any psychological burden.

puff puff puff puff puff...

The highway gave Haocao more sharpness. It intertwined into lines between the horse's hooves. Even the sound of bone shattering seemed extremely weak, leaving only the sound of blood spraying that filled the ears.

After six breaths.

A disciple of the Huangquan Sect was driving a fierce horse that was no longer in charge. The ferocious bloodthirsty on his face had long been replaced by fear. Before he could get close, he was shot by dozens of demon-sweeping swords shot out from his hands and made them into meat skewers.

After doing all this, although occasionally someone is seriously injured and can still struggle for a while, the overall situation has basically been decided.

Allowing everyone to kill the few disciples of the Huangquan Sect, who had gained equal benefits, Chen Shaobai looked at the Haocao flying back to his hand and found that there were pits everywhere on the flying sword. The originally clear and transparent sword body seemed to be soaked in high concentration of sulfuric acid for three days and three nights. The sharpness on the surface had long disappeared, and only some dense iron patterns in the deepest layer were seen. The sword body was infected with blood, scattering a strong fishy sweet smell.

Haocao is like a flash of cereus, which blooms with the most dazzling light and becomes annihilated and damaged.

Chen Shaobai was mentally prepared for this result. With his dual blessings of mental power beyond the same level and sword control technique, he created extraordinary speed. Even ordinary magic swords could not withstand such violent relative collisions. As a mortal sword, even the peak existence of the mortal sword, Hao Cao was completely spared without reason.

"Now it seems that as long as you use sword control techniques, the battle will be a little more intense, you will almost destroy a flying sword. Moreover, now it is just the beginning of the mission. I originally wanted to accumulate more swords and wait until I understand the "Ten Thousand Swords Art" in the future. Now, I think about it, those problems can only be left to be considered in the future."

Chen Shaobai looked at Hao Cao who was incomplete in his hand and silently calculated how many more battles the sword in his hand could support.

Chixiao, fish intestine, autumn water, and demon-the four great swords. If the battle is fierce, conservative calculations can also support one or two battles.

Seeing that he looked a little dazed, Zhou Jinyu thought he was worried that the magic weapon was damaged. He thought about it and comforted him: "Although this flying sword is good, it is just an extremely top-grade magic weapon with some defects. Whether according to the rules or customs, most of the treasures on these nearly 100 disciples of the Huangquan Sect are yours. After returning to the sect, they will replace all these swords with spirit stones and go to the Divine Soldier Pavilion or the Dharma Spiritual House. You can buy as much as you want."

Although he himself didn't believe in such comfort, he was better than nothing after all. Even if the top-grade magic weapon was so pursuing the ultimate in Chen Shaobai's hands, the eight magic arrays were portrayed as fast defective items, which would be worth at least two hundred spirit stones, and it was worth a city.

Do you have two hundred spirit stones on one hundred outer disciples of the Huangquan Sect?

Of course the answer is no!

In short, Chen Shaobai's behavior seems extremely unfavorable to outsiders.

All the disciples of the Xuanmen of Qing are smart people, and smart people and people with high self-esteem often have a common problem - they like to take things into themselves. The contributions are usually theirs, but when they encounter problems, they must be counted on themselves. Therefore, the damage of the "high-grade magic weapon" in Chen Shaobai's hands fell into the eyes of everyone, which is naturally the price Chen Shaobai paid to help them.

As a result, the senior brothers and sisters who were once arrogant and intelligent and genius sent representatives to Chen Shaobai that they voluntarily gave up the battle.

"No! Today's battle is a victory for my Qingxuan Sect to work together. Without your support, I would definitely not be able to build a construction project in one go, so I must not be greedy for you."

Chen Shaobai righteously rejected everyone's proposal. What he destroyed was just an ordinary mortal sword. Even if he only got one tenth of the spoils, he would make a big profit. Giving up these easy-to-get friendships in order to get some small profits is something that idiots would do.

In the past, everyone present would feel very stupid and naive, but just saved his life by Chen Shaobai, and now he heard that he was willing to share the benefits. They believed that they could not be so calm, and they felt a little admiration in their hearts.

Seeing his fellow disciples looking secretly happy, grateful but embarrassed to express their expression, Chen Shaobai made a quick decision to throw out his long-planned plan: "Everyone! In the sect, personal strength is limited. Only when everyone unites and strives to condense their strength into a single force can they protect themselves and seek breakthroughs."

No one interrupted, they all knew that Chen Shaobai must have something to say later.

"I am willing to build a group of 'Sword Fate' and sincerely invite you to join."

"In the Sword Resident Group, everyone helps each other and provides information. In a few months, some of us will be able to break through to become an expert in the inner sect. We can concentrate resources again, and even provide true disciples of the Qi Quenching Secret Realm, and we can drive first and then be strong. After many years, we can even break through to the Qi Quenching Secret Realm and become a true immortal!"

All members break through to the Qi Quenching Secret Realm, which is purely a daydream, but I have to say that such words are very inspiring. Everyone in the field is full of people with high self-esteem. No one thinks he is inferior to others. They all think that even if someone in the Jianyuan Group breaks through to become a true disciple of the Qi Quenching Secret Realm in the future, he must be himself.

With such thoughts and a little gratitude before, fifty-three people immediately expressed that they would join the Sword Resident Group in the future.

Facing all the fellow disciples who came forward to inquire, Chen Shaobai smiled slightly and took out a large stack of animal skin letter paper like a magic trick. The terms of each contract were clearly clear, and rights, obligations, and benefits were all on the surface.

The person who was originally just interested in playing the game saw such a clearly organized contract and subconsciously glanced at Chen Shaobai more, feeling that his previous joking decision seemed to have been a coincidence.

The benefits of the Jianyuan Group are not taken seriously by them. What they really value is the information link generated by the team and the future of this group.

To be more precise, what they valued was Chen Shaobai's future.

If such a person is powerful, decisive in killing, courageous, and clear in his work, how can he forget these veteran team members if he achieves great success? Moreover, joining this group does not require them to pay much.

There are not a lot of similar disciple groups, but they are all parties gathered among the core disciples of the true teachings. Where can there be room for small outer disciples like them to intervene? The stack of contracts in Chen Shaobai's hands are loose and the benefits are obvious. Even those who were not optimistic about Chen Shaobai, after reading the contract, they were a little moved.

Under the example of Zhou Jinyu and Wu Muqin, more and more people dipped their blood and pressed their handprints on the contract. In the end, seventy-three people joined the newly established group.

After signing a document, everyone in the Jianyuan Group looked at each other for a moment, feeling that some bonds and closeness arise out of thin air.

In the next task, if they encounter a difficult enemy, their primary choice will naturally be the partner in the team.

Chen Shaobai blinked and was about to discuss the issue of trophies with everyone, a rolling black smoke intertwined with clear yellow water and came from the sky.

The black smoke and yellow spring were like two demon dragons intercourse, covered with fishy aura. The moment they passed by, they seemed stunned for a moment, and focused their attention on Chen Shaobai.

"So strong, so fresh evil spirit! I am afraid that the hundred outer disciples of my Huangquan Sect will be left to you, right? Since I have broken my sect mission, I will use your life to pay for it!"

The rolling magic sound came from the sky, and every word was loud and the dust was flying. Many disciples with weak cultivation felt dizzy, their knees were sore and soft, and they fell to the ground. The roaring white tiger and Luosha Mountain-crossing beasts under their crotch were even more unbearable. They foamed at the mouth and fell into a coma.

As soon as the words were finished, the yellow spring turned into a dragon, falling from the sky like a waterfall, hanging upside down by the river, and the silver sea fell.

The air around the Dragon of the Yellow Springs expanded and burst, and all items within a radius of ten feet were completely corroded.

And its target is Chen Shaobai.

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Chapter completed!