All My Disciples Suck!

Chapter 727 : Flood Warrior Limited Edition Great Cloak!

Squeak squeak…

Accompanied by a strange sound, all the players turned their heads and looked behind themselves. Surprisingly…

Slowly floated a green, black and gold big cloak!

Cyan color, gold inlaid lines, black light twined around it, transformed into big words!

Flood Warrior!

“Hold the grass!!!”

“Hold the grass!!!”

“Hold the grass!!!!”

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All the player people were dumbfounded, and then… were ecstatic!

“Damn yeah!” It's a cape! It’s a big cape!”

“A big cloak from Brother Ming himself, and it's gold rimmed!”

“Handsome, it's simply awesome, isn't it? Wait, is this cape the only one? If it's the only one, I'll snatch it!”

—-

All the players were shouting out madly, each and every one of them excited as hell.

Is it useful to be powerful?

It's useful!

But…

Strong can only be strong during a version, but being handsome… Being handsome can dominate the entire game!

“Hold the grass, if Brother Ming makes a move, it will be a fine product! This big cloak, it’s too damn handsome!”

“Gold rimmed, black with light, this design style and style, it beats all designers!”

“Just now I asked, this is the only one and it supports free trade. Hold the grass! You can save it for the fourth test. Once the fourth test opens, sell it for 1 million wahahahaha!”

—

All of them were beautifully touching the big cloak, taking pictures of each other for a group photo. Every one of them was overflowing with complacency and happiness.

Mu Xueying, however, had her head tilted.

She couldn't read it.

Really couldn't read it.

Mu Xueying could tell with a single glance that these large cloaks were not even Heavenly Artifacts!

They weren't even earth artifacts!

They were just items created by powerful cultivators with the power of their powerful cultivation, or the power of wood magic. They could barely be considered a spirit weapon.

This kind of thing, besides looking good, was nothing.

In the eyes of the cultivators of the upper realm, it was simply scrap.

But…

Why was every one of He Yiming's disciples so excited? So happy?

But the thing that Mu Xueying couldn't understand the most happened.

“Hahahaha, finally I can replace this trash Earth Artifact Cloak!”

“Not bad, not bad, the Earth Artifact Cloak made by Big Brother Illusion can finally retire!”

“With the cloak, when will Brother Ming make another battle robe! Sit and wait!”

—

She observed them with a watchful eye and saw many of He Yiming's disciples throwing the Earth Artifact Cloaks engraved with defensive means and various attribute powers as if they were garbage and wearing the cloaks made by He Yiming. Each one of them was smug.

Earth weapon is inferior to spirit weapon?

Why?

Mu Xueying really couldn't understand it!

“These disciples have made such a great feat... but he relies on such a small cloak to make all the disciples satisfied?” Mu Xueying once again looked at He Yiming, a light of appreciation once again appearing in her eyes.

This man's imperial means was too heaven-defying!

“He Yiming!” Mu Xueying rose up in the air, and then stood side by side beside He Yiming.

Hmm!

He Yiming turned his head.

“This time, thank you! If it wasn't for you, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to stop this Plague of Flood!” He Yiming said slowly.

This Plague of Flood was simply too terrifying!

He had learned from Mu Xueying that the plague would take 24 hours, so he made all the preparations in advance!

If not, he might have died with the players or left the Ancient Folk and left.

An extremely important key to being able to win this battle was the accurate intelligence provided by Mu Xueying.

“Hmm? Can one's kindness be repaid in a single sentence?” Mu Xueying smiled and asked softly.

“ Cough cough cough… Later on, I will definitely repay you!” He Yiming hurriedly said seriously.

“I want your repayment now!” Without saying a word, Mu Xueying directly went up!

For a long time, their lips didn't part.

“???” He Yiming had a brain full of question marks.

This…

Who is this repaying who?

He Yiming couldn't understand!

This bad woman, too bad!

“Three days from now, the Plague of Hunger will appear! The Plague of Hunger will last for seven whole days!” Mu Xueying suddenly spoke.

“Plague of Hunger!” He Yiming's face immediately changed.

After experiencing the Plague of Flood, He Yiming had already fully understood the level of the Five Plauge of the Heavenly Dao!

The Five Plagues of the Heavenly Dao were surely bound to be one calamity stronger than the other!

I'm afraid that compared to the last plague, the Plague of Flood is just a younger brother of a younger brother!

Because, the task of the next plague is to exterminate the living beings that the previous plagues failed to exterminate!

“Do you know the specifics of the Plague of Hunger?” He Yiming asked tentatively.

“No!” Mu Xueying shook her head.

He Yiming was a bit sad, but from the name, He Yiming already knew what to do.

“Disciples!!!” He Yiming shouted out.

Wow!

All the players instantly converged in unison, 10,887 players, one and all!

“Three days later, the Plague of Hunger is about to appear!”

“In order to fight against the Plague of Hunger, as well as other disasters that will appear in the future, all disciples should seize the time to go out, hunt and gather more food within three days. Everyone should be well prepared!”

“Of the five plagues of the Heavenly Dao, one will be more terrifying, more ferocious, and more unthinkable than the other!”

“Moreover, we still have to guard more than five million Ancient Folk!”

“Fellow disciples, this Patriarch believes that this FIve Plagues of the Heavenly Dao are known as world-destroying level disasters that can’t be fought against, and to say that there is truly someone who can defeat the Five Plagues of the Heavenly Dao…

“That someone is you all!

“My Yan Huang Sect’s flood warriors! Fight on!!!”

He Yiming gave a speech, and then moved his arms and raised his voice!

“Ow ow oh oh oh oh!” The players were all instantly boiling with fighting intent, and each of them was excited as hell…

“Oh my god, is there four more episodes this cool? So addictive?”

“Damn, I haven’t slept for 24 hours. Does this want me to continue to grind?”

“Sleep fur sleep, take a sip of 82 year old ice spirit wine, eat a bite of Deep Sea King kebab, get up and continue to get high!”

—

Many of the players originally planned to go offline and sleep.

But after listening to He Yiming’s speech, each of them was burning up again.

“Gather the higher-ups and prepare for the meeting!” Star, on the other hand, waved his hand and directly summoned the top brass for a meeting.

Pfft…

He Yiming watched the players scatter to get ready but then suddenly his throat became sweet and a line of fresh blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Previously, the 100,000 meter tree that He Yiming’s Nascent Soul Realm Azure Emperor Immortal Body conjured had been crushed, naturally causing a great deal of damage to He Yiming!

This damage wasn’t light, and it wasn’t something that could be recovered in a short period of time.

“It seems that I need to close my eyes to recover for a long time… Next is up to you guys!” He Yiming looked towards the players, then turned around, found a safe place, and started resting to recover.

At the same time…

Xuanwu’s back.

“Master! Master wake up, Master!!!” The teenager, Purgatory, was desperately patting the cheek of a figure.

This figure, however, had long since transformed into a black and purple ice crystal-like form at this time, bizarre to the extreme.

Hurrah, it was precisely the body of Beef Noodles who had been washed away by the Plague of Flood for 24 hours.

Just at this moment…

This figure, or Beef Noodles, slowly opened his eyes.