My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

"Puff!" Hearing He Yiming's words, many players spit out blood, and vaguely realized something.

Could it be that……

Brother Ming is right?

Did daddy really become Happy?

how so???

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

Star.

Forget about the happy ones in the fourth test, they were originally a group of happy people, and the cute newcomers in the fifth test may be very happy now, but there are still some people to save. What makes He Yiming most distressed is the first test player Star who he is quite optimistic about .

"Star, how did you become like this?" He Yiming walked several hundred meters and came directly in front of Star, asking quite sadly.

"Woo...Brother Ming?" Star was stunned for a moment, completely unaware that He Yiming would return suddenly, and he felt as if he was caught stealing food outside, and his whole body was in a bad mood.

"Brother Ming, listen to my explanation! It's not like this!!!" Star frantically turned off the song 'Happy, Happy' that was being played at super loud volume while frantically explaining to He Yiming stand up.

"Star, this Sect Master is really sad! Originally, this Sect Master thought that the fifth Generation Sect Master was the most suitable person 863, and if nothing else, it should be you! Su Pai Paita and Bu Sao lose half at the beginning, after all, it is better You are a bit worse! But this Sect Master never expected..." He Yiming looked down, feeling even more distressed.

At this time, Star looked like he had taken a bath for Ten Thousand Years. The smell was enough to instantly kill Nascent Soul powerhouses. At this time, the bear cover on Star's body was covered with skewers, and the dry wine , and some unknown substances...

With such a posture, how can he shoulder the heavy responsibility of Yan Huang Sect's Fifth Generation Sect Master?

Or……

If Star really becomes the Fifth Generation Sect Master and goes to the 5th floor of the Tower of Gods and Demons like this, I am afraid that even the Great Emperor will die laughing!

If so...

The prestige of Yan Huang Sect is all over!

"Where's the Pai Paita? Did you lose half of the start of Bu Sao? Where did you go?" He Yiming turned around, his spiritual thoughts spread to the whole sect, and he vomited blood again.

On one side of the square, Subabaita, who was wearing a golden bear suit, closed his eyes and was soaking in a bathtub with the appearance of an oversized local tyrant gold (aied) to sleep.

Although he is offline, but He Yiming just saw this scene, and knew with great pain that Su Pai Paita is also finished!

As the divine mind turned, He Yiming saw Bu Sao who hurried out from the plane Great Hall lost half of the start.

"How did you take off this bear cover? Where is the zipper? Come on, help me take it off, don't let Brother Ming see me like this! What? No zipper? Then how did you put it on?" Sao said anxiously, while next to him, Guan Sandao, who was also wearing a bear suit, and several other three-test players were in a hurry to help, trying to remove the bear suit from the loser half of Bu Sao's opening.

"Hey..." He Yiming sighed deeply, feeling even more distressed in his heart.

It's useless even if you lose half of the start of the game!

The three deputy Sect Masters have all turned into happis, wearing furry bear juice suits and taking baths every day?

how so?

why?

"Brother Ming, listen to my explanation...

"This Sect Master is not listening!

"?

Star wanted to explain, but He Yiming shook his head, expressing that he would not listen.

What's the use of listening?

Can it change the fact that the whole sect is Harpi?

However, at this moment.

"Brother Ming, the old man has been waiting for you for a long time! 35 Accompanied by an extremely old voice, a figure came from the sky suddenly.

Holding a wooden stick, white hair rising from the sky, wearing an ancient and vicissitudes of blue robe, the aura of three million years flowing through his body suddenly, spreading out without any concealment!

It is the first test boss, the old Zhujian Qianshou!

And behind the old Zhu Jian of Qianshou, there is Bai Wan wearing the same blue robe, after three days of painstaking training, he finally achieved a little bit of Shenmu player!

At this time, every Shenmuliu player has the breath of 10,000 years on his body, and each of them is wearing a blue robe, with a noble temperament that sees through the mundane world and sublimates the soul.

"Damn it!

"It's Wood Style!"

"Damn it Wood Style people!"

Seeing that old Zhu Jian of Qianshou appearing with one hundred thousand Shenmuliu players, the hundreds of thousands of players in the square who were bathing in bear suits were immediately itchy with anger.

"Fifth Generation, that old Zhujian of Renshou! I have met the ancestor of First Generation, Master Ming!" The old Zhujian of Qianshou fell from the sky and stood beside He Yiming. In place, the action is grand and majestic.

After that, the old Zhu Jian stood proudly like a true heaven-defying senior with only a pale beard.

The hundred thousand Shenmuliu players behind them were as calm as water, without any noisy voices, they lined up neatly like real Sect disciples.

Seeing this scene, He Yiming was completely stunned.

He Yiming first looked at Star who was wearing a bear suit, and the song "Happy, Happy" was playing on the bear suit.

And around Star, there are all furry players in bear suits, each of them is not buckling their flowers or buckling their feet, and the horrible smell that is so strong that it can kill Nascent Soul in an instant permeates, and all the players are happy like melon skin extreme!

Immediately He Yiming took another look at Senju's old Zhu Jian! His body was vicissitudes and ancient, and the aura of three million carrying power flowed, which even made He Yiming somewhat unable to see through.

And behind the old Zhu Jian of Qianshou, there is a hundred thousand Shenmuliu players! The formation is neat and uniform, everyone is full of energy, and behaves noblely, which is simply the attitude that an ideal disciple should have in He Yiming's mind!

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

Who is the real Fifth Generation? The answer has been vividly revealed before my eyes!