This repetition of perseverance was also really eye-catching, and she squinted her eyes and concentrated her mind to hear what the indomitable monk was all about. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Originally, she looked at it from a distance, only when he was a purple-faced monk, but after a closer look, she found that it was not a natural purple face, and the purple face she thought was originally because she was beaten to the point that the blood flowed, and after the blood dried up, it showed a dark purple color.

The monk repeatedly pounced on him, asking people to be accommodating, and after listening for a long time, he didn't find out what he wanted people to be accommodating, and Mo Qiqi lost the interest of continuing to watch, like other monks, indifferently staying out of the matter.

Because of the relationship between the monks, the progress of entering the city slowed down a lot, and it took some time, although it did not make everyone mourn, but there must be dissatisfaction, and the monks are also people, and there are naturally many narrow-minded and small-bellied people.

The beaten bloody monk stepped forward again and again to entangle the monk who was guarding the city, although the monk who was guarding the city pushed him away, but he did not make a ruthless move, he was patient, and his mind was peaceful, but others may not be, at this time he was helping to rest the procedures for entering the city, and the monk who was waiting to enter the city wore a black robe, covering his body up and down, only revealing a pair of black holes...... The yin air is thick, and it seems to be swishing out of the cold.

This monk is not easy to get along with at first glance, of course, it is indeed difficult to get along with, when the bloody monk crawled over and entangled again, he sent the monk away with one kick, not thousands of miles away, but just fell in front of Mo Qiqi and a few people.

Che Mincai was seriously supporting Wang Yuelun to comfort him with a caring face, and he didn't notice it for a while, the monk smashed in front of him, convulsed, and vomited a mouthful of blood, all on his robe.

Compared with Mo Qiqi, Che Min is still a young man with red roots, he has done this kind of thing when he sees injustice, he has seen this monk before, but first, he is still holding Wang Yuelun, second, the master does not speak, he is not good at making claims, and besides, anyone who has a heart can see that the guard is not heavy-handed, yes, it is not easy for others to say anything.

At this time, the obviously weak and poor guy was kicked and flew dozens of feet, and it happened to fall in front of Che Mincai, the hot-blooded young man Che Mincai was a little unbearable, but he was still holding Wang Yuelun in his hand, and he couldn't throw Wang Yuelun to help others, so he threw a look at Mo Qiqi for help.

Mo Qiqi glanced at the monk who was lying on the ground vomiting blood.

Che Mincai's temperament, undoubtedly, Mo Qiqi likes it, originally Che Mincai went through some changes and was silent for a while, but soon adjusted again, and gradually returned to the appearance of that high-spirited young man.

As long as he doesn't cause too much trouble to himself, Mo Qiqi is willing to get used to him, even if he has a humanoid pet, after all, human nature is selfish, and monks are nothing more than that, it is not difficult to find a monk who is selfish and indifferent, but it is especially rare to have a pure heart.

She looked at the bloody monk on the ground, but the cultivation of the fifth layer of Qi cultivation was overflowing, and the aura on his body was overflowing, it should not only be because of the black-robed monk in front of him who kicked him, there should be injuries on the muscles and veins, maybe the injury was quite serious, and there was a possibility that the cultivation would decline, she looked at the monk guarding the city again, he was still continuing his task in an orderly manner, but occasionally cast a look or two at the monk on the ground, his eyes were full of sympathy.

Those who can become monks guarding the city may only be regarded as inferior in the power of Chiyan City, but it is an iron rice bowl, much better than the scattered beads outside, since he is moved by compassion, but he forcibly presses his own intention, proving that he does not want to help, but ...... Can't help, or don't dare to help.

If he can't help, why is Mo Qiqi unclear, but if he can't help, maybe this monk has offended someone who shouldn't be offended, if so......

Mo Qiqi glanced at the black-robed monk again, and the monk had already entered the city after handing over the spirit stone, leaving her with a back.

Che Min followed her gaze and looked like the monk who had left, frowning with a pair of sword eyebrows, and there was obvious indignation in his eyes.

The bloody monk was like a dead dog, lying on the ground dying, uncared for, so pitiful.

Che Mincai couldn't bear to ask Mo Qiqi's opinion with his eyes: "Master, ......"

"Whatever you want. Mo Qiqi took his eyes off the monk on the ground, and frowned slightly, this monk, but practicing qi cultivation, if he really offended some powerful force, he would have been killed a long time ago, how could he be like now, half-dead and still dangling by the city gate.

In this case, it may be a little troublesome, but it will never be a big trouble, Che Min only wants to save it, let him save it, she herself is not a kind and benevolent, and she will draw a sword to help the chivalrous person when she sees injustice, partly because of the selfishness and selfishness in her character, and partly because she is lazy, not that she can't take care of things, but she is too lazy to care.

But that doesn't mean she hates people doing this kind of thing.

She had always felt that this kind of person was quite remarkable, and if she could have a little more, the cultivation realm would probably be peaceful.

Seeing that Mo Qiqi nodded in agreement, Che Min breathed a sigh of relief, helped Wang Yuelun, and asked him to stand against the pillar of the shed on the side, and then went to check on the monk's situation.

I didn't know if I didn't know it, but when I looked at it, I realized that the monk's injuries were much worse than he thought.

Regardless of the rest for the time being, after all, those injuries are cured by medicine, and the most troublesome thing is that the aura in his body begins to overflow, as long as it is a living being, whether it is a bird in the sky or a beast, it is said that the most inconspicuous weeds on the side of the road contain aura in their bodies, and it is not that the vitality is cut off, and the aura of physical strength must be contained but not revealed.

Of course, there are exceptions, not all the relationship of the overflowing aura is because the vitality is cut off, for example, the monk is overflowing with aura, which is naturally different from mortals, and the monk is through continuous refining to absorb the aura, improve cultivation, gain ability, and increase longevity.

It can be said that people with a long life span must have more aura in their bodies.

The spiritual relationship of this monk on the earth is because his foundation is damaged, and if he is not treated in time, I am afraid that his cultivation will fall, or rather, it has already fallen.