All My Disciples Suck!

"Well, there is a powerful beast in the late Spirit Vein Realm …

"There are groups of monsters living in groups …

"There is a spirit spring here? There must be a lot of Spirit Grass around!"

He Yiming stepped on the flying sword and pierced the air. While flying, he took out a scroll and simply recorded the situation.

Whew!

From time to time, flying monsters spotted He Yiming and attacked.

"Heavenly Thunder Technique!!!" He Yiming raised his hand, and the thunder roared out to kill.

After all, this was still the outermost area of ​​the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The strongest monster that He Yiming had seen so far was only in the late stage of the Spirit Vein Realm but was acting alone.

He Yiming, who could kill even Ronal in the Foundation Establishment Realm was naturally not afraid of these monsters.

One afternoon, He Yiming went around fifty miles, drawing all the important places and the habitat of monsters along the way.

In the air, there might be omissions. But it didn’t matter. He Yiming believed that the player's style would definitely not leave anything behind and would not miss any good things.

After He Yiming returned, he was quickly seen by several players.

"Brother Ming is back!" With a shout, a dozen players suddenly gathered around.

"Brother Ming, we have killed a lot of monsters again!"

"Brother Ming, we dug a lot of spirit stones, and the boxes are almost full!"

"Brother Ming, do you want to eat five-spice skewers? Five kinds of monster meat are mixed and matched, this is delicious!"

These players were showing off happily, and a few players also handed He Yiming the skewers.

"These players have a lot of operations!" He Yiming took a bite of the five-spice skewers and took a look around.

He had only been away for less than half a day, and a huge camp centred on the chariot had already been established.

To the west was a food street, five or six shops were open at the same time; hot pot, spicy hot pot, and a lot of skewers, as well as many new foods stalls were set up.

"Brother Tongue, ten Black Panther meat buns on the go!"

"Okay!"

"Can you eat these skewers?"

"Wait a few more minutes. We ran out of meat."

"Fuck, I'm going to get a steamed bun, have you eaten all the meat?"

"Hurry up, let's get some more meat!"

At least 20 players were gathering to eat special food. He Yiming even suspected that a few players were eating since they went online and hadn't moved.

He Yiming wanted to ask, ‘Are you here to practice? Or to eat food?’

On the east side were rows of shelves, as well as a homemade simple tool table.

Several craftsmen were skillfully polishing their weapons and assembling armour. Every time one was finished, they hung it on the shelf.

Several players returned from time to time, greeted them, took away new weapons and armour, and put down the damaged armour and weapons at the same time.

On the south side was a small flat land.

"Fuck, Eight Gates doesn’t open like this. Do it again with me …"

"Eight Gates, release!"

"Uh, Lufei, do we need to pose like this? I feel so ashamed!"

"You know fart. You can't stand up to half the power, this is common sense!"

"What??"

"You don't understand the true meaning of Brother Luffy. It takes time for the reversal of the technique, just put on a pose to attract the enemy's attention to cover up! As expected of my Brother Luffy!"

Wang Lufei was leading seven or eight players, repeatedly practising releasing the Eight Gates.

In the dormitory of the chariot, more than 20 players were lying motionless on the bed, deep in sleep.

Of course, these players were not sleeping but were offline. After all, except for Beef Noodles, who could play for more than 16 hours a day, it was good if most players could be online for 8 hours a day.

"Players … there is a lot of advantage of being of a player!” He Yiming looked at this scene and couldn't help feel like.

If it was a cultivator in this world, no matter how many people there were, once they entered the Northern Expedition of this Hundred Thousand Mountains … They would face life and death every day.

Every time they returned to the camp, they would lose a few companions. Coupled with the pain accumulated in the battle, the mood would be even heavier.

When a group of cultivators were like this, the atmosphere could be imagined. But the players are completely different.

Death? They could be resurrected at any time!

Injured? He Yiming saw a player whose head was squashed still beating and bragging with other people.

Feeling depressed? He Yiming believed that perhaps, in reality, players were depressed. But when they came to this world, they would kill monsters with other friends, have a big meal, and die together.

Each of these players exuded real joy and happiness. He Yiming felt the lively atmosphere and couldn't help but glance back at the distant mountains.

Yeah, I didn't dream. I am indeed on the outskirts of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and a vague roar of monsters could be heard in the distance.

Only players dare to be so arrogant and presumptuous in the periphery of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, right?

It's not like the Northern Expedition is like an outing. He Yiming shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He released a system notification and soon all the players gathered.

The players who went out to fight also quickly rushed back, and the offline players also received notifications and went online one after another.

"Disciples!" He Yiming first praised the players for their efforts, and then took out a huge map.

"This is the map I surveyed today. There are powerful monsters stationed here, and here there are monsters living in groups …" He Yiming pointed to the map, and after some explanation, the players understood.

With a move, He Yiming used the power of the system to send the map to each player in the form of screenshots.

In this way, players could check the map at any time.

"With a map, it would be much simpler!" Star’s eyes lit up. He immediately took out the scroll and began to study the battle plan with his homemade quill.

At this time, the sky gradually dimmed, and the night was approaching. He Yiming knows that with the players' abilities, it was easy to GG this time around.

But time was limited. Although today was the first day of the Northern Expedition, the time in the evening could not be wasted. So He Yiming decided to battle at night!