All my disciples are sand sculpture players

"Phew!"After hearing He Yiming's words, many players vomited blood, and vaguely seemed to have woken up to something.

Could it be that... what Brother Ming said was right?

In fact... has I really become a harpy?

How could it be ? Like this???

At this time, He Yiming frowned and looked at a figure in the distance.

Xingchen.

Forget about the harpies in the fourth test. They were originally a group of harpies. The newbies in the fifth test may be very happy now. , but there are still some rescues. What makes He Yiming sad the most is Xingchen, the first test player who he is quite optimistic about.

"Xingchen, how could you become like this?"He Yiming walked hundreds of meters and came directly in front of Xingchen, and asked rather sadly.

"Ming...Brother Ming?"Xingchen was stunned. He didn't expect He Yiming to return suddenly. He felt as if he had been caught stealing food outside. His whole body felt bad.

"Brother Ming, listen to my explanation! That's not what happened!!!"Xingchen hurriedly started to turn off the music of 'happy ah happy' that was playing at a very loud volume in the bear suit on his body, and hurriedly explained to He Yiming.

"Xingchen, this sect master is really sad! Originally, this sect leader thought that the most suitable candidate for the fifth generation sect leader would be you! After losing half of the games in the beginning, Su Pa Beita and Bu Sao are still worse than you! But this sect master never expected……"He Yiming looked down and felt even more sad.

At this time, Xingchen looked like he had been soaked in a bath for ten thousand years. The smell was enough to kill a Nascent Soul Realm expert in an instant. The war bear harness on Xingchen was covered with skewers and dried wine. There are also some unknown substances...

With such a posture, how can he shoulder the important responsibility of the fifth generation leader of the Yanhuang Sect?

In other words... if Xingchen really becomes the fifth-generation sect leader and goes to the fifth floor of the God and Demon Tower like this, even the emperor will probably laugh to death!

If that really happens... the Yanhuang Sect's reputation will be completely ruined!

"Where's the Pagoda? What if you lose half of the game if you don't show off? Where have you gone?"He Yiming turned around, and his spiritual thoughts spread to the whole sect, and he suddenly vomited blood again. On one side of the square, Supa Beita, who was dressed in a golden war bear suit, closed his eyes and was sleeping in a super-large golden-looking bathtub..Although he was offline, He Yiming was extremely sad to know that just seeing this scene, the Supabei Pagoda was finished!

As his mind turned, He Yiming saw hurriedly walking out of the plane hall again. Bu Sao loses half at the beginning

"How do you take off this bear suit? Where is the zipper? Quick, help me take it off, don't let Brother Ming see me like this! What? No zipper? So how did you put it on?"Busao, who was wearing a fighting bear suit, said anxiously, losing half of the battle at the beginning. Next to him, Guan Sandao, who was also wearing a fighting bear suit, and several other three-test players were busy helping, trying to make Bushao lose half of the battle at the beginning. The bear trap is removed

"Why……"He Yiming sighed deeply, feeling even more heartbroken.

It’s useless even if Bu Sao loses half of the game at the beginning!

The three deputy sect masters all turned into harpies, wearing furry bear suits and taking baths every day? how so?

Why?

"Brother Ming, listen to my explanation……"

"This sect leader won’t listen!"

"？"

……

Xingchen still wanted to explain, but He Yiming shook his head and said directly that he would not listen.

What's the use of listening to it?

Can it change the fact that the whole sect has become hapi?

However at this moment

"Brother Ming, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"Accompanied by an extremely old voice, a figure suddenly appeared from the sky.

Holding a wooden staff, white hair rose from the void. He was dressed in a blue robe that was ancient and vicissitudes of life. The aura of three million years on his body was booming. The circulation spread without any concealment!

It was the boss of the first test, the old Zhujian of Qianshou!

And behind the old Zhujian of Qianshou, there were hundreds of thousands of people wearing the same blue robe. After three days, After hard training, I finally became a Shenmu-ryu player!

At this time, every Shenmu-ryu player has the aura of ten thousand years in his body. Each one is wearing a blue robe, with a sense of seeing through the world. A noble temperament that sublimates the soul

"Damn it!"

"It's a wood escaper!"

"Damn the Mudunren!"

……

Seeing Qianshou Lao Zhujian showing up with 100,000 Shenmu-ryu players, the hundreds of thousands of players in the square who were bathing in battle bear suits were all furious.

"The fifth generation, that old Zhu Jian of Qianshou! I have met the first generation ancestor, Master Mingge!"The old Zhujian of Qianshou fell from the sky and stood next to He Yiming. He first saluted seriously, his manners were in place, and his movements were grand and majestic. After that, the old Zhujian of Qianshou showed a wisp of pale hair. Bearded, the whole person stood proudly like a true senior who defies the sky.

Behind him, there are hundreds of thousands of Shenmuliu players, all as calm as water, without any noise, standing in line and neatly like real sect disciples.

Seeing this At this scene, He Yiming was completely shocked.

He Yiming first looked at Xingchen who was wearing a bear suit, and the song"Hapi, Hapi" was playing on the Xiong suit.

And around the stars, All the players were dressed in furry bear suits, each of them was either grabbing flowers or kicking their feet. The smell of terror on their bodies was so strong that it could instantly kill someone in the Nascent Soul Realm. Everyone was as happy as a melon!

Then He Yiming He glanced at the old Zhujian of Qianshou again! He was dressed in a vicissitudes of ancient life, and the aura of three million years of Tao power was flowing, which even made He Yiming a little confused.

And behind the old Zhujian of Qianshou, there were hundreds of thousands of sacred trees. Top-notch players! The formation is neat and uniform, everyone is full of energy, and their behavior is noble. It is simply the posture that He Yiming thinks an ideal disciple should have!

At this moment, He Yiming finally couldn't help but sigh!

Who is the real No. 1 disciple? Five generations, the answer is clearly displayed before your eyes!