And the head and the elder seemed to be speaking for Mo Qiqi, but as they spoke, they retreated to the side as if they were leaving no trace.

Therefore, Mo Mo Qiqi turned around and hid behind Su Ziyang after Su Ziyang came in.

Seeing that the head of the house and Fuhe Zhenjun are singing red and white, Mo Qiqi is not really such a stupid person, what else do you not understand?

No matter what you say about this, Mo Qiqi feels that she has done the right thing, and Fu He has no intention of using this matter to accuse her, after all, everyone is not stupid, and it is clear what this matter is.

It is precisely because the other party is not paying attention to it that the sect has to stand on Mo Qiqi's side, otherwise, as soon as someone comes to the door to stir up trouble, it is obviously not the fault of the disciples of the sect, and the sect will send the disciples out to send the blocking knife to death.

So Mo Qiqi guessed that this Fuhe True Monarch should have reached some deal with the head of the Wuji Sect or which elder, and exchanged some kind of benefit for them to ignore it, if Mo Qiqi took this blow hard, even if he didn't die, he would have to get rid of most of his life, if he died, then it was all up to the sect to decide, but Mo Qiqi and Su Ziyang had a little bit of a relationship that other people seemed to be unclear, and because of Su Ziyang's face, this drama had to be done.

For example, let someone inform Mo Qiqi in advance and spread a gossip to let Mo Qiqi know that the sect is on her side, lest Mo Qiqi not die and hold a grudge in her heart, and even Su Ziyang and the head of the sect will have a gap in their hearts about this matter.

This kind of small thing can be thought through, and it is worthy of being the head of the Wuji Sect who has been in charge of so many people in the Wuji Sect, has been in order for so many years, and has never been on a business trip.

Where there are people, intrigue is naturally indispensable, and it has never been Mo Qiqi who cares about it, after Mo Qiqi returned to the sect, she received a series of seemingly preferential treatment, all because she is a Jindan monk, as for whether she is Mo Qiqi or Zhang Qiqi, Wang Qiqi or Li Qiqi, the sect does not mind, if anyone has to mind, it is probably only Su Ziyang.

The sect has one more high-level monk, and at the resource branch meeting once every ten years, you can get a lot of more resources, as long as the conditions given by Fuhe Zhenjun are rich enough, why can't you exchange Mo Qiqi?

Mo Qiqi can see clearly, think clearly, and have no resentment in his heart.

It's nothing more than a calculation, others calculate her, it's her clever who doesn't get hit, she is tricked, it's her negligence, it's nerve-wracking to hate this kind of thing, if you really get hit, calculate it back.

If you treat me well, I will take you to heart. If you don't treat me well, I'll treat you like a stranger.

Therefore, if she had been shrunk behind Su Ziyang, she would have to implicate Su Ziyang, so she simply stood up a few steps and happily accepted the move. Su Ziyang didn't seem to know about this matter, even if she and the sect tore her face, it was also her personal business, and it was impossible for the sect to make a decision with Su Ziyang because of this matter.

Mo Qiqi had a cold smile on the corner of her mouth, seeing that the golden light was coming, she staggered under her feet, and retreated as if she was frightened, and then her two feet swung and fell to the ground, and while falling to the ground, her hand grabbed the robe of the Jindan monk behind her who blocked her path one by one.

Monk Jin Dan held the unsheathed sword and pulled it into his hand, Mo Qiqi didn't care, this pain was not as sharp as the Gangfeng Belt in the Gang Wind Belt in the Millions of Seas.

The left and right are offended, it has reached the point of life and death, it is nothing more than offending more, she seems to be a delicate and weak law cultivator, but in fact, the skin is rough and the flesh is very thick, because on weekdays, the strength is not small, anyway, compared to other law cultivators, whether it is a male or female cultivator, Mo Qiqi feels that his own strength is quite large.

So she fell to the ground and lay on her back and grabbed the trouser leg of the monk behind her, lifted him up forcefully, and blocked it in front of her, and at the same time, she sacrificed all the magic weapons that had been prepared for a long time with good defensive performance, and she only blocked herself, the unlucky ghost in front of her, Mo Qiqi made up his mind to let him send the head.

With a snort, the golden light split the monk in front of him into two, and the blood fluttered on the defensive cover supported by her defensive magic weapon, dyeing the originally transparent and colorless defensive shield dark red, and then the afterglow did not stop, falling on Mo Qiqi's defensive cover, where would it be child's play for the monk of the Yuan Infant Great Perfection to strike with all his might, the defensive cover shattered in response, and at the same time, a defensive magic weapon also made a crisp click, and then cracked in all directions, and then the second defensive magic weapon then exploded, until Mo Qiqi only had the last defensive magic weapon left, and the golden light completely dissipated。

Mo Qiqi was a little painful, the defensive magic weapons she bought, the performance was good, but the price was also very good, and it was broken so many at once, after all, the high-level magic weapons were not as numerous as the number of spiritual weapons, and it was not so easy to meet the one that fits.

She just had a pain in her flesh, Fuhe Zhenjun's heart was bleeding, and her whole person looked like crazy, looking at the monk who was split in two by the golden light in disbelief, and shouted: "Zhao'er!"

This is his closed disciple! His son has been dead for an unknown number of years, and he doesn't look like he can have another son now, to put it bluntly, the guy who was cut Ding Ding by Mo Qiqi, because he has no spiritual root, he can't cultivate, and in his heart he is also a tool to continue the bloodline, if he can give birth to a son, he doesn't have Ding Ding, there is no Ding Ding, this Fuhe Zhenjun won't care at all.

But the apprentice is different, he has been carefully taught by his side for so many years, and his feelings are no different from his own son who was brought up by one hand, and his parents generally love the younger son, and it is the same for the master, needless to say, the closed disciple must be the most loved one.

Mo Qiqi, this guy, really belongs to the non-sound, as soon as he is a blockbuster, he wants to make a critical hit when he hits someone.

This is also her life creed, if it doesn't hurt, then ask for sex to beat, what is the use of touching it twice except for plain hatred?

When she entered the hall, she saw that the monk who blocked his way behind seemed to be very good at looking at Fuhe Zhenjun's face, and he didn't need Fuhe's orders, he knew what to do, and he didn't want to think too much about the master.

The one who can look at the eyes must be very easy to like, and it must be a disciple that Fuhe Zhenjun cares about more, so she let go of the monk on the right who is more comfortable, and reached behind her to catch this unlucky ghost.