My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

Chapter 142

"Ah!" The pig girl opened her eyes and soon fell into a state of shock. She hurriedly hid in the corner and calmed down for a long time.

He Yiming did not provoke her, but just sat quietly and drank a sip of tea.

"Human... Human?" The pig girl widened her eyes and looked at He Yiming497.

I have to say that the eyes of this pig girl are still very beautiful.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you!" He Yiming said lightly, his tone was gentle and calm, as usual.

"You... You are a human... You, you won't kill me?" The pig girl seemed to be very scared and asked.

"I can guarantee that I won't hurt you at all!" He Yiming said.

As if she felt He Yiming's kindness, the pig girl slowly calmed down.

"Ah, Foundation Establishment Realm!" Soon, the pig girl realized that He Yiming's cultivation was already a strong man in the Foundation Establishment Realm!

"My little girl Zhu Huahua, meet the senior." The pig girl knelt down hurriedly and spoke carefully.

"Well, I am He Yiming, the leader of the Yanhuang Sect. I should be the leader of the only human sect in this extremely desolate area!"

"Why did you come here from the land of hundreds of tribes in the west?" He Yiming asked.

Zhu Huahua, the pig girl, seemed to recall some painful memories. After a long time, she slowly spoke.

"My hometown was destroyed by the jackals... All my tribesmen were killed! I was the only one who desperately ran away, all the way to the east, and finally exhausted..." Zhu Huahua was a little sad.

Although Zhu Huahua knew about the war between hundreds of tribes when she was very young, the weak pig tribe would have such a day sooner or later.

But I didn't expect it to come so soon!

"I see." He Yiming nodded.

In the land of war between hundreds of tribes, hundreds of alien races have been fighting for their lives here all year round!

Weak races have been exterminated by the entire tribe for countless years.

"If you have nowhere to go, you can stay in my sect!" He Yiming felt that Zhu Huahua was not a spy or anything, and what she said was true, so he made this decision.

Well, in the eyes of the players...

Zhu Huahua is probably the first NPC besides himself!

"Thank you, Lord He Yiming, what kind of work do I need to do?" Zhu Huahua really had nowhere to go, and the strong man in the foundation building realm in front of him was willing to take her in, which made Zhu Huahua very moved.

But Zhu Huahua didn't quite understand what ability she had to be favored by He Yiming.

"Hey..." Zhu Huahua asked this, and He Yiming was melancholy.

"Come with me!" He Yiming took Zhu Huahua out of the sect hall.

"? ? ? " Zhu Huahua came to the sect square and looked at it, a little stunned.

The ground was full of trousers, leftover hot pot, skewers, smelly socks, and shoes.

There were a few players lying on the side of the road. One of the foodie players had one foot soaked in the pot.

The big pot of stewed feet smelled delicious.

"They... are they your disciples, sir?" Zhu Huahua asked curiously.

It seems...

It seems that the pigmen said that the human cultivators were extremely cruel. They would slaughter the weak at will and would refine their blood and extract their souls when they caught the aliens! The difference with the scene in front of me was too big.

The reason why He Yiming chose to take in Zhu Huahua was that he was really unable to bear it.

These players are too good at making things!

If he didn't find a few native servants to help, He Yiming was really worried that the whole sect would become a pile of shit.

Although He Yiming could also issue tasks and let players clean up.

But most players looked down on it, and more players were unwilling to do it.

A few hardcore players might try hard!

But the final result would definitely be that the hardcore players would clean up while other players would continue to make things.

And what if

the cleaning players and the building players collude and brush each other?

The picture is too beautiful, He Yiming dare not think about it.

"Your job is very simple!"

"In the future, you will be responsible for cleaning, taking care of my disciples, helping them wash clothes, mending! Just do your best!" He Yiming said lightly.

"I, I understand! I will definitely do it well!" Zhu Huahua was stunned. She didn't expect the job to be so easy.

There are even no conditions.

"Tomorrow, most of the disciples will come back. I will introduce you to them. Tonight, you should have a good rest first! Well, there is a reception room next to the sect hall. You can stay there temporarily! There are some maids' clothes there, you can change into them!" He Yiming waved his hand.

"Yes, Lord He Yiming!"

"Call me Sect Master!"

"Yes, Lord Sect Master!"

Zhu Huahua was indeed well-behaved and obedient, and soon went to the reception room.

"What a beautiful room...such a comfortable bed..." Zhu Huahua's eyes turned, as if she couldn't believe that He Yiming had arranged such a good accommodation for her.

In fact, this reception room is a room built outside the main hall of the sect after the system upgrade, which is specially used to receive visitors from other sects.

The specifications are naturally very high.

"Is this a maid's dress?" Zhu Huahua picked up a simple black and white maid outfit and gestured curiously...

"Well... Zhu Huahua is a pigman. It just so happens that the pigmen in the west should not know about human cultivators. Let Zhu Huahua be an experiment first to see if there will be any problems with long-term contact with players." He Yiming thought secretly.

It is too dangerous to let players have long-term contact with indigenous human cultivators, and He Yiming does not know what will happen.

The appearance of this Zhu Huahua is really great!

The hundreds of tribes in the west do not know about the human race, and many of them have probably not seen the human race for a hundred years.

Then, if the players come up with some strange things, it should not have much impact.

If Zhu Huahua's contact with the players goes smoothly, He Yiming can consider recruiting a group of reliable aliens as maids and slaves of the sect.

After all, it is impossible for players to keep doing many cleaning and washing tasks.

Most players are unlikely to have the perseverance to persist.

"Well, we will know the result tomorrow when the players from the six major gates return!" He Yiming nodded, and then turned back to the hall.

At this time, a foodie player who had been sleeping suddenly got up and twitched his nose slightly.

"I smell the scent of perfume, 卄, is there a girl?".

Chapter 197 Players Return

A new day has arrived!

The players from the six major gates have also completed the task of the Northern Expedition and started to sit on the Lingwu chariot and embark on the return journey.

On the back of the Qingyu Giant Eagle, Ling Tianyu also broke through the air and quickly returned to the sect.

"The peak of the spiritual vein realm? With my current strength..."

"If I return to Blue Water Star, I can kill a division of troops with my bare hands!"

Ling Tianyu looked down at his hands and couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

The power of the cultivator is really too strong!

The speed of the Green Feathered Giant Eagle was much faster, so Ling Tianyu quickly returned to the sect first, and quietly returned from the rooftop above the sect hall.

"Meet the Master!" Ling Tianyu was in awe of He Yiming this time.

Because the more he controlled the power of the cultivators, the more Ling Tianyu understood how terrifying He Yiming was who could give him such terrifying power at will!

"Spiritual Vein Peak, very good! Follow me!" He Yiming nodded with satisfaction and took Ling Tianyu to the practice room.

"This is a mid-grade foundation-building pill, which is already the best pill I can refine!" He Yiming threw the mid-grade foundation-building pill to Ling Tianyu.

"After taking the pill, I will protect you and help you break through the foundation-building realm!" He Yiming said lightly.

"Yes!" Ling Tianyu nodded and did as he was told.

As he took a bite of the mid-grade foundation-building pill, Ling Tianyu felt a huge force bursting wildly in his body!

The aura of the middle-grade foundation-building pill is somewhat mixed after all, and the power of the pill is limited.

Therefore, Ling Tianyu's breakthrough process is not very stable. Whenever there is a bump, He Yiming will take action and inject powerful power to help Ling Tianyu stabilize.

—After a stick of incense.

"Boom!" Ling Tianyu opened his eyes, and a huge breath burst out!

Breakthrough success!

"Is this the foundation-building realm?" Ling Tianyu felt the powerful power in his body and couldn't help getting excited.

"You step into the foundation-building realm, you are enough to bear the blood of the wheel sea monster!" He Yiming flipped his palm and took out a small bottle of blood of the seven-horned earth dragon beast.

"The blood of the wheel sea monster?" Ling Tianyu was a little surprised and took the bottle.

"Drink it, I will teach you the method to stimulate the blood power of the seven-horned earth dragon beast, and you can disguise yourself as an alien!" He Yiming said lightly.

"Yes!" Ling Tianyu was an extremely smart man. He drank it all in one gulp without any hesitation!

Then, with the help of He Yiming, Ling Tianyu quickly stimulated the blood power of the seven-horned earth dragon beast.

"Zizizizi..." As the blood power was stimulated, two long legs slowly emerged on Ling Tianyu's forehead, and layers of scales appeared on his skin.

"This is your first time to stimulate the blood. This state should last for a while. After you try a few more times, you can control it freely!"

"Disciple understands!" Ling Tianyu nodded.

At this time, He Yiming once again felt the excellence of Ling Tianyu.

He was straightforward, and his comprehension was amazing, and he didn't talk nonsense at all.

What a pity!

There is only one Ling Tianyu!

"With disguise, you can sneak into the land of the hundred tribes in the west. I need you to establish power there and pass on information for me. At critical moments, you will play a role according to my orders!

"Disciple understands! "Ling Tianyu had no doubts at all and agreed directly.

It would be so dangerous to sneak into the battleground of hundreds of tribes in the west alone, but Ling Tianyu didn't mention it at all.

This is the confidence of Lan Shuixing, the No. 1 person in the dark world.

"I'll let Qingyu escort you there! In addition, you can also exchange contribution points for killing aliens. You can accumulate contribution points and buy what you need at the exchange store at any time!

"Next, it's up to you!" He Yiming said lightly.

"Master, don't worry. I, Ling Tianyu, won't let you down!" Ling Tianyu replied slowly, then turned and left.

A moment later, the Qingyu Giant Eagle soared into the sky and headed west.

"Well, the dark chess has been laid, so I can rest assured now!" He Yiming nodded secretly.

After waiting for a while, there was suddenly a lot of noise at the foot of the mountain. He Yiming opened his eyes and knew that it was the players from the six major gates who had returned from the Northern Expedition!

"Hahaha, this time, we won a great victory!"

"Our Dimensional God Realm is the strongest!"

"Not bad!"

"Hmph, our Star Palace is also second!"

"That's right! ”

“This harvest is so rich!”

More than 800 players from the six major sects gathered in the sect square. Many players were moving the spiritual herbs, natural treasures, and various valuable items harvested from the Northern Expedition to the sect warehouse.

“Seven-year-old earth grass, value, 700 contribution points!”

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