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"Do you still want to fight?"
Ye Meng's childish voice rang out.
As he spoke, he looked at Jie Panxia.
Beiguo Xia had already been scared out of his wits and could not muster up any fighting spirit, but this Jie Panxia was still unclear.
"No... I'm not fighting anymore!"
Jie Panxia was so scared that she waved her hand repeatedly.
What kind of joke was this? It would be strange if he dared to fight against this monstrous child.
Besides, everyone had already noticed that Ye Meng had broken through to the first level.
This had simply blinded everyone's titanium dog eyes.
Therefore, if everyone present still didn't know that this Eighth Elder possessed unfathomable means, it would be because he had a problem with his brain.
"You're not going to fight anymore? Aren't you very dissatisfied with this baby being an elder? Why aren't you fighting anymore?"
Ye Meng looked at Jie Panxia and ground his teeth.
Jie Panxia revealed an awkward smile when she heard this.
"No. Why would I do that to an elder? " You are dissatisfied, that's not the case! "
He had completely given in. Although an Elder was good, it was not as important as his life!
"How boring!"
Ye Meng curled his lips and muttered.
Then, he waved his hand at the crowd.
"Since no one is unconvinced, then divide into teams and prepare to set off!"
This time, no one dared to object.
Including Beiguo Xia, who had lost his Flying Sword, he was also crestfallen. He didn't dare to say a word.
A moment later, Feng Zijun and Yan Ziyan divided all the disciples into two groups, male and female.
"Male disciples, open the path in front. Female disciples, follow behind. Let's go!"
Ye Meng saw this and waved his little hand. His body rose into the air.
"Hiss!"
Seeing this, the surrounding disciples couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
A Nascent Infant warrior... Although flying in the sky was a piece of cake, they couldn't reach someone like Ye Meng, who was able to see the sky as flat as the ground.
There were even a lot of trashy Nascent Infant warriors who needed the help of Flying Swords to fly in the sky.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Streams of sword qi soared into the sky.
The disciples of the Fairy Cultivating Sect summoned their respective Flying Swords and leaped into the sky one after another.1
This time, the disciples who followed Ye Meng to the Dao Seeking Sect were all at the Foundation Establishment stage or above.
There were even some disciples with Golden Core Cultivations among them.
Shen Hongye, Liu Feifei and the others, as well as Loong Tianjiao and the others who had just joined the sect, were not in the crowd.
They had yet to step into the threshold of Immortal Cultivation, so they naturally could not participate in the sect's operation.
Shen Hongye and the others had just bound the system and were preparing to study it. Therefore, Ye Meng did not let them go with them.
The sound of the air being torn could be heard as nearly twenty disciples, led by Feng Zijun and Yan Ziyan, flew away.
Only those ordinary disciples who had yet to reach the Foundation Establishment stage were left looking at the sky with envy.
The speed of the Flying Sword was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, everyone had left the territory of the Fairy Cultivating Sect, and entered the territory of the Moon Viewing Sect, which was adjacent to the Fairy Cultivating Sect.
"Elder, this is the territory of the Moon Viewing Sect. We need to leave this place as soon as possible. Otherwise, given the overbearing nature of the Moon Viewing Sect, I'm afraid they will cause us trouble!"
As soon as they entered the territory of the Moon Viewing Sect, Feng Zijun had already flown to Ye Meng's side and spoke urgently.
In the past, every time they passed by the territory of the Moon Viewing Sect, their sect would take the opportunity to extort money from them. Only after that would they be allowed to leave.
Although the two sects lived side by side, the Moon Viewing Sect did not care about the friendship between their neighbors. When they extorted money from them, they were cruel and merciless.
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