Unless it is the relationship of in-laws, there will never be too close contacts.

Everyone knows that only a modest relationship can last for a long time in the friendship of a gentleman, and the more intimate the relationship, the more likely it will be to fall apart.

Because the relationship is close, there is bound to be a transfer of interests.

And as long as it is a matter of interest, some people will feel that they are at a disadvantage.

Over time, no matter how good the relationship is, it will be bad.

Therefore, a sense of distance that seems to be near and not close is the secret to maintaining long-term contacts between the sects.

But now, how can there be more than two sects crossing each other?

"Shang He, have you heard, why are they so close?"

"I really heard about it, but I'm not sure! Some people say that these disciples among the sects are practicing formations!"

"Cultivating formation?"

"Yes... I also think it's a bit of a fantasy! Because each sect's cultivation method is different, how can there be any cultivation, can gather so many sect disciples in everything, and practice one kind of exercise technique? Yeah!"

"The world is so big, there are no surprises...maybe there are such techniques!"

Ling Luoyu didn't care whether the cultivation method was reasonable.

What she was even more curious about was what these people did when they practiced formation.

"The formation of thousands of people... that is a huge scene. If you really practice successfully, then the power is also an explosive type!"

Shang He took a breath: "Aren't they going to deal with someone?"

"people?"

Ling Luoyu suddenly thought of something, raised her fingertips, and interrupted her.

"These sects you are talking about are not descendants of the ancient ancestors, right?"

"...Isn't it?" Shang He wasn't sure: "Because there are not so many descendants of the ancient clan..."

A sect is a disciple of thousands of people, and when a few big sects come down, it will cost tens of thousands.

Although there are many descendants of the ancient clan, they can't just gather in those big sects.

"now it's right!"

Ling Luoyu curled his lips suddenly.

"Do you still remember that the clansmen of the ancient clan are looking for you? They seem to be brewing something. If I don't guess, those sects should have received news and are preparing for something..."

"The two sides... are at war!!"

Shang He breathed heavily.

"Sister Ling, descendants of the ancient clan... won't you really go to war with those ordinary human races!? Everyone has been in peace for so many years, why do you think of going to war now? Why do you have to fight to death and life!!"

For the first half of his life, Shang He lived in hiding and running around.

Her greatest wish is to live a stable life without any worries.

Don't ask for riches and nobles, just calm and have enough food and clothing!

"I don't understand... These people could have a stable life, husband and wife, old together, and the whole family lives a peaceful life. Why must they set off a **** storm?!"

"You have been wandering for half your life, so you want to live in peace, but for people who live a peaceful life, their life is too dull... so dull that they need something urgently to give them some passion!"

Ling Luoyu curled his lips indifferently and shook his head quietly.

"Not to mention, if someone brainwashed them at this time, saying that the bloodline of the ancient clan has natural aristocratic characteristics, and should be superior, when ordinary people are enslaved, they will be able to attract endless followers!"