But the mayfly child is different, the child was cultivated by several elders of Penglai Pavilion with all their might. Every word and deed, every move, and even the exercises practiced are very in line with the practice of the people in Penglai Pavilion. That child has also been making continuous progress in the past three years, and she was already a senior sister of Penglai Pavilion before her accident, and she could guide the cultivation of her brothers and sisters in the same sect. After years of precipitation, the experience is even richer. Therefore, it is most suitable for her to be the monk who leads the team.

The other elders may not have thought of this, they are just a little worried about whether Yong'an will have a bad heart.

After all, there are many young children who attach great importance to the name of this senior sister and elder brother. They also come from young people, and young people are always young and frivolous, which is understandable. Especially Yong'an is still such a talented disciple. They inevitably have to think about a thing or two when they think about things.

But there is nothing for the elders to worry about. Changsheng didn't intend to be the leader of the team in the first place, because she knew her character very well. If you simply want to have a good relationship with others, it is not difficult for her. But to be honest, she didn't understand the exercises practiced by the disciples of Penglai Pavilion that she didn't understand that much. She is following the path of enlightenment, and although she has not yet clarified what her path is, it is obviously different from that of her brothers and sisters. It's not impossible to let her teach, but it's just that I'm worried that I'll mislead people's children.

Since Yong'an didn't care about this, the other elders of Penglai Pavilion agreed for the time being. They were monks, and they had always had an excellent memory. How good the mayfly kid is, they can also see it. To be honest, let the mayflies lead the team, and they are more likely to think of the scenery of Penglai Pavilion decades ago.

Although the heavens seem to be joking with them and making the mayflies suffer so much, but now that the stars have changed, things have taken a turn for the better. The younger generation of disciples of their Penglai Pavilion are now under the guidance of mayflies and the stimulation of Yong'an, and the cultivation effect can almost be said to have improved by leaps and bounds.

They believed that Penglai Pavilion at this time was definitely not the weakest one among the seven major sects!

"This matter was decided three years ago, and now that it has happened, there is nothing to shirk, so let them go."

In the end, the master of Penglai Pavilion made a decision and decided on this rescue. After a brief silence, the Sect Master of Bladeless Peak also expressed his gratitude.

There were a total of 763 monks at the checkpoint he set up in the small world of delusion, and only three of them came back alive, and they were seriously injured, and they could not continue to participate in the battle for a short time. That's more than 700 disciples, and each disciple has grown up with a lot of hard work. Even if the Bladeless Peak family has a great cause and many disciples, the loss of any disciple is a pain in the sect master's heart.

At this time, he couldn't say anything nice, this was to express his gratitude as seriously as possible, and at the same time repeatedly let everyone be vigilant.

"Be sure to tell your disciples that those are not human cultivators at all. They're too weird. Not only are their attacks strange, but more importantly, they devour flesh and blood to replenish themselves. It's like a real monster. ”

Everyone saw this in the water mirror just now, but when it was mentioned again, everyone was still a little silent. No matter how much psychological construction is done, after all, it is the first large-scale war that their raised disciples will embark on, and the opponent is still an unknown and terrifying existence.

“…… Anyway, thank you for your help. ”

After breaking off contact, the Pavilion Master of Penglai Pavilion reluctantly smiled.

"That's probably the way it is, now let's go and tell the disciples."

In fact, when they got the news, everyone was already mentally prepared. After all, the elder who was in charge of liaison before, and his slightly hurried appearance was remembered by those who had a heart.

Of course, there will be a little bit of nervousness in my heart. After all, this was the first major battle they were going to fight, and they were still fighting against the legendary black monsters. But at the same time, there was a surging feeling in my heart.

They have been waiting for three years for today's battle. In the picture I just saw, the black humanoid monsters had no mercy for any living creatures. In the process of fighting, the Bladeless disciples will also take care of those mortals who are powerless, but those black humanoid monsters almost treat them as flesh and blood to replenish their strength.

The way they grabbed and fed, the creaking sound of flesh and blood, the condescending arrogance that everything was an ant, made the hearts of these young monks boil with anger.

The first group of monsters were only attacking a small world, but they clearly remembered that there were hundreds or thousands of black slime balls that fell at the beginning. After capturing this small world, who knows if their target will turn to the Shengyuan Great World, or even to Penglai Pavilion?

They all know the truth that their lips are dead and their teeth are cold.

"Elder, don't make a bitter face, we are not afraid. We've been out there for more than ten years, and we're not three or five-year-old kids! You'll treat us like children. ”

Elder Mo's disciples looked at him nervously with tears and laughter, and comforted him repeatedly, and at the same time, they also cheered for their brothers and sisters.

"It is said that raising soldiers for a thousand days is a time to use soldiers, although we are not soldiers, but the heart to protect the sect is the same as being a soldier. You can't just enjoy the blessings of the teachers and do nothing yourself. There are younger brothers and sisters under us, and we must always give them room to grow. And it's not fought yet, who says we're going to lose. And don't you, Elders, go too? Just look at it. Our Penglai Pavilion disciples must be good, don't you think? ”

"Yes!"

Everyone giggled, and didn't seem to take the bloody and cruel scene in the picture just now to heart. But Changsheng saw the slightly trembling fingers of the junior sister closest to him. She couldn't help but close her eyes.

The predecessors of Yuanji Impermanence Carp once said that the flowers in the greenhouse can never withstand the wind and rain. But they also have a presence that they want to protect. Therefore, when the storm comes, they will also open their still immature and weak arms to protect the 'greenhouse' behind them.

"Senior, this is my sect. Did you see that? ”

Yuanji Impermanence, which had been silent for a long time, flicked his tail and agreed.

"Not bad indeed. It's just that when these people go to the battlefield, there will inevitably be casualties. Forget about others, but you...... Will it be affected? ”

One person and one fish have been getting along for almost twenty years, and the tacit understanding between each other doesn't even need to be complete, Changsheng already knows what it means.

So she smiled slightly.

"Senior, rest assured, I'm not that weak yet."

(End of chapter)