But the next moment the result of the two armies confrontation shocked everyone to their chins.

"ah……"

"Ah...ah..."

"Damn...my face, who slapped me in the face...ah..."

In the first meeting, the sandbag team with only a hundred people instantly dispersed the disciples of Moyun Peak. A group of sandbags rushed into the crowd of three hundred people, but it was like a tiger entering a wolf pack and killing all directions. The disciples of Moyun Peak were instantly beaten to death, and they screamed repeatedly, but they had no power to fight back.

There was almost no resistance, and the battle ended, from the start to the end, almost from the time when the eyes were closed to the time when the eyes were opened.

"Report to the boss! After the battle, 300 prisoners of war, 300 inner disciples of the Moyun Peak were captured, and almost no resistance was encountered, so no heavy move was taken..."

"Report to the boss! Three people were slightly injured during the battle, and no one was injured or killed."

"Report to the boss! During the battle, we found problems such as coordination errors caused by the uneven cultivation of the team members, which led to the slow pace of the battle. If the cooperation problem is solved, the battle rhythm can be increased by 30%.

The rest of the sandbags controlled the prisoners of war under his command, while the battalion commander, political commissar and clerk of the A-zi Battalion began to make a summary of the battle to Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu nodded and said with satisfaction: "No, it's already great, you can achieve results in the first actual combat, but don't be proud, keep working hard."

"It's the boss!"

The heads of the three characters of the Jia camp were verbally praised by Ye Qiu. Although they tried hard to look serious, they could still see the pride on their faces.

All the inner disciples who were watching the battle were about to collapse. Today, the battle between Shabao Camp and the disciples of Moyun Peak was a refreshing of their worldview.

One hundred sandbags actually defeated three hundred elite inner disciples of Mo Yun Peak in a blitz?

And think the battle ended too slowly?

Is this world crazy?

"Crazy! They're all crazy. Is this still a sandbag camp?"

"Go away quickly, it seems like you look down on this bustle!"

"I feel something big is going to happen!"

The strength of the Shabao Camp completely scared everyone, and they all expected that this might not be just about the fate of a Shabao.

A group of inner disciples who were watching the fun left one after another for fear of causing trouble.

Ye Qiu shook his head and smiled, "Everyone is hung up, let's continue to eat!"

The Shabao Camp was full of joyful replies, and nothing big seemed to have happened.

Although Jun Wuhui had a smile on his face, he felt worried in his heart. However, he immediately let out a sigh and looked at Ye Qiu's indifferent expression. I hope this magical senior brother can solve it properly.

"Oh... the storm is coming..."

...

"What? Really fake? Is it nonsense? The disciples of Mo Yun Peak were defeated by the Shabao Camp?"

"Go and go, I don't have time to listen to you talking nonsense in broad daylight!"

"The Shabao Camp is a group of people, and it's a big deal!"

When he heard that Shabao Camp defeated the disciples of Mo Yun Peak, all the inner disciples looked disbelief.

"If you believe it or not, go to Shabao Camp to see the disciples of Demon Yun Peak have all been hung on the wall!"

The inner disciple who was passing the message immediately said to the neck when he saw the distrustful eyes.

"What? Is this really the case? Then go and have to check it out!"

When many people said this, the people who heard the news began to feel a little surprised and suspicious.

...

Demon Cloud Peak, in Demon Cloud Hall.

"What? Are you saying true?"

Fang Moyin stood up from the chair and said in surprise.

The inner disciple who came to report the news felt the pressure of Fang Moyin, his face turned pale, his whole body was sweating like water, and he trembled: "Everything that my disciple said is true. This disciple of Moyun Peak was not only defeated, but was also detained by the Shabao Camp."

"Bold! OK, I didn't expect this kid to have such ability!"

Fang Moyin knew that this inner disciple would never dare to deceive her, but she was full of ten thousand questions in her heart. Who is this little sister’s servant? This is the elite carefully selected by her inner disciples, and she was defeated by a hundred sandbags. This is simply incredible.

There must be a problem here!

Fang Moyin's face changed a few times, then her expression turned cold, she rose from the sky, and flew towards the sandbag camp.

...

The prison hall station.

"Report to the elder, this disciple of Moyun Peak was defeated by the Shabao Camp and is now hung on the wall!"

The elder of the Punishment Hall was having a meal. He was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes seemed a little confused and said, "What did you say?"

The disciple who reported the news repeated with a wry smile. The elder of the execution hall suddenly fell directly on the table, frowned and said, "Let's go and see what's going on!"

...

Thunder strike peak, one of the five true legends, is located in the mountain.

"Report to Senior Brother Lei, news just came..."

A rough young man sitting upright on lightning and rushing to lightning was stunned and frowned and said, "Let's talk about it slowly..."

A moment later, a burst of laughter came.

"Hahaha, Fang Moyin's subordinates were broken into the sandbag camp? This is such a joy! Go and watch the fun!"

...

Xuanshui Peak, one of the five true teachings, is located in the mountain where Shuiyuntian is one of the five true teachings.

"Report to Senior Brother Shui..."

A gentle male voice said in surprise: "What happened? Go and have a look at the fun..."

...

Jade Emperor's Head, Holy Son Hall.

"Report to the Holy Son..."

Jun Wuxie, who was in seclusion, frowned when he was disturbed, but he was very surprised when he heard the words of the disciples.

"And the Holy Son, it is said that this Jun Wuhui and Ye Qiu have had a close relationship. I suspect that there was something strange about Zhang Chao not killing Jun Wuhui at the beginning. But this kid suddenly said he would go down the mountain and go on a trip, and he didn't call him, so he didn't find him to ask him."

When Jun Wuxie heard the word "Ye Qiu", he trembled all over and stared at him and shouted, "Who do you think is? Ye Qiu? Which Ye Qiu?"

The core disciple who reported the news was startled by Jun Wuxie's "fearing" expression, his neck shrank, and he stuttered: "This Ye Qiu is the attendant of the third lady of Tianyin City. At the ceremony of taking disciples, he was criticized by the second lady of the Fang family and threw it into the sandbag camp. Unexpectedly, this kid had some skills and actually got the sandbag camp... Why, the Holy Son, is there any problem with this Ye Qiu?"

Jun Wuxie reacted and realized that he had lost his composure just now, but when he thought of the guy in Wanlong Cemetery, he was so angry that his teeth were itchy.

"Son of the Holy Son? You..."

The core disciple obviously felt a little panicked when he heard the name of "Ye Qiu", and he was immediately confused.

"If you should ask, please ask, don't talk too much if you shouldn't ask. Let's go and see who this sandbag is."

Jun Wuxie scolded impatiently, frightened the core disciple so much that he quickly shut up, but he felt in his heart that this holy son has become more and more moody recently.

...

For a moment, the story of Shabao Camp defeating the three hundred inner disciples of Moyun Peak almost spread throughout the inner sect, and there was even a tendency to spread to the upper level.

The entire inner door was stirred up because of a name.
Chapter completed!