Hou Jingjing thought that Jin Chi would at least come over to help her up, and when the time came, it would be easy to touch her little hands, lean on her chest, and exhale like an orchid, but who knew that the word "help" had not been shouted, and the old monk fainted with a "whoop~~"!

This drama spirit!

It's definitely pretended!

Hou Jingjing decided to play with the drama spirit, shouted "Elder" and crawled to Jin Chi's side, pulled the thin old man into his arms with a casual pull, hugged him tightly and called gently: "Wake up, Elder! There is a black-faced goblin stealing a robe outside! If we don't wake up, we will all die!"

The golden pool was paralyzed, his breath was weak, and he seemed to have really fainted.

Hou Jingjing had a flash of inspiration, stroked Jin Chi's loose skin, and deliberately reminded Yang Jian: "Elder, if you don't wake up, I can only give you artificial respiration!"

No response yet.

"Do you know what artificial respiration is? It is to blow into your lung tubes mouth to mouth~~~"

As he spoke, he tried to probe and leaned over to the old monk's face.

Why aren't you awake yet?

How do you really let people kiss it?

It's not that Yang Jian is an indifferent workaholic, and he only has cultivation and fighting in his heart, so it's very sullen like this!

This snort is weak, how can it really be like falling asleep?

Hou Jingjing raised her head and looked carefully at the old monk in her arms, and rolled her loose eyelids, which really looked unconscious.

Got it wrong?

These three words suddenly flashed in Hou Jingjing's mind.

These three words were so startled that she hurriedly threw the old monk out of her arms, and retreated backwards to avoid some of the demon mirrors that took out the Qiankun bag......

This demon mirror was specially made for her by the ancestor of Bodhi, and there are few people in the world who can escape its "magic eye", even if it is Yang Jian, it will be in force as soon as it is photographed.

Why is it still this old face?

Hou Jingjing looked at the golden pool in the demon mirror, and became more and more flustered, wiped the mirror with her sleeve several times and then took it to Jinchi, thinking that the demon mirror was broken, so she tried it on herself - no problem, what the mirror showed was her original ugly appearance.

Hou Jingjing's mentality collapsed instantly, and she stood up against the wall and walked out with a floating foot, imagining holding the skinny old monk, patting his wrinkled old face, and even artificial respiration......

Uh-huh~~

I feel like throwing up.

While Hou Jingjing covered her mouth with her hand, she suddenly noticed a person standing under the moonlight in front of her......

"I don't want to be a dignified Monkey King, but I have such a habit. The man said coldly.

Not only did I see it, but I also saw through her changes!

Could it be the real Yang Jian?!

Hou Jingjing was angry from her heart, and she was vicious, and she pulled out the golden hoop stick and smashed it at that person!

The man dodged lightly, stepped on the clouds and soared, not far away and not close as if waiting for him, Hou Jingjing hurriedly summoned the somersault cloud to catch up!

The Guanyin Zen Monastery was already in a beautiful peak, and the two flew out of the Zen Monastery in the blink of an eye, and soon saw that the person took the lead in landing on a flat ground between the peaks, turning around and waiting for Hou Jingjing to come over.

Hou Jingjing couldn't see the man's facial features clearly, and vaguely felt that it might be Yang Jian himself - it seems that he can not only fight, but also scheming, releasing the Roaring Sky Dog to deliberately misunderstand himself, in fact, waiting here!

No matter what, if you want to fight, you can fight, and in the end, see how much progress you have made in the past hundred and eighty years of cultivation!

As soon as Hou Jingjing's golden hoop stick was sent, he leaned towards the door of the man's face, who knew that the man did not make a three-pointed two-edged knife, but sacrificed a soft whip out of thin air and wrapped it around the golden hoop stick, and then turned sideways-

He softly whipped and wrapped his spiritual cultivation, so that Hou Jingjing felt that he was going to rush towards the other party, and he was busy planning it, thinking that throwing himself into his arms could also enhance his feelings, but who knew that he had just taken two steps forward, and his hands holding the golden hoop stick were numb like an electric shock, and he was busy turning the golden hoop rod smaller and pulling it back!

Hou Jingjing came to this Journey to the West world, I don't know how many fights, I have never suffered such a loss, and I hurriedly stood with him!

Between the staggered figures, the person's appearance was finally exposed to the moonlight, and it was indeed Yang Jian.

The figure and voice are still the same as when Huaguo Mountain, but the eyes of the sky are slightly closed, dim, as if they have not recovered.

What he has in his hand must be another weapon of his, a mountain whip.

In the previous fight in Huaguo Mountain, Hou Jingjing's golden hoop stick against Yang Jian's three-pointed and two-edged knife were both long weapons with wide opening and closing, and the fight was also enjoyable.

Her cultivation is diligent, but her moves are not as good as Yang Jian's, but Yang Jian's physical body has just been reshaped, and her spirit body is relatively fragile, not as good as the steel and iron bones of the stone monkey.

"Count me in losing. ”

Hou Jingjing figured out his details, and also saw his own advantages and disadvantages, jumped out of the circle and wanted to go back to the Guanyin Zen Temple, and recited silently in his heart over and over again: "Stop me, stop me~"

Yang Jian, who was bent on winning or losing, really flew up to block her way: "What do you mean by 'counting'?"

Hou Jingjing smiled softly with a clear conscience: "Shenjun is the nephew of the Jade Emperor, I only won against you once, and I was imprisoned by Rulai for more than 180 years. ”

The mountain whip in Yang Jian's hand flashed: "You must fight today!"

Hou Jingjing deliberately angered him: "Divine Monarch Guigeng?"

Yang Jian didn't know what she meant, he closed his mouth and didn't speak, but he heard Hou Jingjing say again: "When I won against you two hundred years ago, I was just two years old; even today, I am almost two hundred years old...... Now the younger generation Sun Wukong was punished for winning the battle against the nephew of the Jade Emperor, who was more than 100,000 years old, and protected Tang Seng Xitian to learn scriptures, but Shenjun led me here to fight...... I have to ask, if Tang Seng is eaten by a goblin, who is responsible?"

She gushed and said that this paragraph was also a heart-piercing sentence, Yang Jian had to refute for a long time if he wanted to, but Hou Jingjing didn't give him this opportunity at all, and as soon as the golden hoop stick was put away and stepped on the somersault cloud, he returned to the Guanyin Zen Temple.

Oh no, in just over a hundred moves, the Guanyin Monastery was on fire! The fire-fighting monks cried like ants and shouted to their mothers to fight the fire, and buckets of water were splashed like water droplets falling into the sea, which did not have the slightest effect!

Jin Chi obviously fainted?

Hou Jingjing hurriedly rushed towards Tang Seng's dormitory, but when she saw that the fire was soaring to the sky, the house collapsed, and even if there were people inside, they would have been burned to ashes!

"Howling Dog!"

Hou Jingjing was so anxious that she stomped her feet and shouted the name of the Roaring Sky Dog loudly, and then Yang Jian, who followed, was also full of surprise, and was busy casting spells to spread rain and put out the fire, and it took a while for the fire to be gradually suppressed.

Hou Jingjing couldn't find the roaring dog, and saw that the fire was smaller, so he rushed into the sea of fire to find Tang Seng, who knew that there were no people inside, and there was not even a burned body.

She hurriedly reassured herself not to worry, don't worry, the absence of a corpse means that Tang Seng is not here, and the Howling Sky Dog is not there, and it may not be possible to be taken away by him.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly came out to find Yang Jian: "The Divine Monarch may summon the Roaring Sky Dog, let it help guard the door when I leave......

Yang Jian frowned.