Qian next to him was like crazy, staring at his bloodshot eyes, and slammed the Demon Hammer directly at Qi Yan, he dodged and half-squatted, stretched out the Qinglong Xuanjian to block the huge momentum light wave, and there was a loud bang, and he didn't know who he hit in the crowd, "Hmm!"

One hit missed, Qian Cheng opened his bow left and right like crazy, wielding the Demon Hammer with both hands, and kept muttering, "All are devils, all devils!"

Qian Cheng's self-talk was heard clearly in this small confined space, and the black-clothed monk who had beaten Qian Cheng with a big pu fan before patted the hem of his clothes that was lifted by the strong wind picked up by the Demon Hammer, and spit on Qian Cheng, scolding in his mouth, "You look like you are in the devil's way now, it seems that Lao Tzu just hit you a few times and didn't make you sober!"

After the black-clothed monk finished speaking, he ignored the dissuasion of the monks on both sides, "Those who don't have a long memory are indisciplined!

A gust of wind mixed with silver needles as fine as hair flew towards Qian Cheng, who was still dancing left and right, and after the gang wind blew, the sour smell was also blown away.

Qi Yan saw that when the thin needles flew towards Qian Chengfeng, he withdrew the Qinglong Xuanjian in his hand, since someone had punished this kid, he would let him go for the time being.

"How did you guess that this was the mouth of a demon beast?" Mo Chen's whisper reached Qi Yan's sea of knowledge.

After hearing the voice, Qi Yan turned his head to look in the direction of Mo Chen in the middle, and Mo Chen looked at Qian Cheng and the two who were entangled together, and did not look at him, "It's just a guess, I've seen an animal called a crocodile before, when you open your mouth to bask in the sun for a long time, your mouth will dry out, and your color will change......"

"I see, you are a thoughtful person, you don't have to bear the burden of Qian Cheng, he can only blame himself for becoming like this!" Mo Chen's voice was a little cold.

Qi Yan was stunned when he heard this, he didn't expect to be comforted, to be honest, he really didn't have any burden in his heart, Qian Cheng is the kind of person who is more selfish, after something goes wrong, he won't find the reason in himself, he will only blame others, Qi Yan doesn't like this kind of person very much.

Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by a sudden noise.

"Kill him! If he doesn't die, I'm afraid it's you and me who will die today!"

"Kill him, black sheep!"

"Kill him!"

I don't know who started it, and the sound echoed and sounded chaotically, and every shout was a little indignant, as if Qian Cheng had done something that everyone was angry about.

At this time, Qi Yan saw that Qian Cheng had become neither a human nor a ghost, I don't know if he was scattered during the fight, or he grabbed it himself, his neat hair was messily draped, his beard was covered with green mucus, and egg-sized pustules floated on his face, and he could also see small palms agitating in the pus, and every struggle of the little hands would make the pustules bigger, and the flesh on his face was only a layer of flesh that broke when he poked.

Qi Yan couldn't help but take a few steps back, the thing on Qian Cheng's face and the mucus under his feet belonged to the same kind, I don't know what kind of poison it is, just look at his appearance and know that it is not a good thing, Qian Cheng, who was already delirious, stood there alone holding his face and giggling.

"Since Brother Qian has fallen into the path of the devil, today you and I can be regarded as doing a good deed that not only liberates him but also supports the right path, let's end him here!

There was a brief silence.

Qi Yan looked over, and the person who spoke was a man in his thirties or forties with long hair, dressed as a scholar, and he stroked his long hair after speaking, looking like a fairy wind and a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance.

He turned his head with some disdain and pursed the corners of his lips, this kind of person is even more annoying than Qian Cheng, full of benevolence and morality, saying that he wants to help the right way, but he acts so ruthlessly and does not distinguish between right and wrong, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Qian Cheng is only accidentally behaving strangely when he is accidentally entered by the demon, but he said that Qian Cheng is willing to fall.

"I don't agree! Although Qian Cheng has become like this, but he is not bad, really, I think that my poor family will treat me as a lowly person in the place where I sell fireworks, thanks to him and my father and mother said that in the future, I will let me soar through the clouds and return to my hometown,...... Let him go, don't kill him!" said a young monk with tender skin, almost choked up at last and unable to speak.

"Little sister, don't cry, Qian Cheng's life and death are not something that can be decided by one person!" Mochen's junior sister grabbed the choked little monk, and as she spoke, she took out a white silk handkerchief to wipe the little monk's face, and glared at the long-haired monk who spoke before.

The voice of the little sister was obviously a young man's voice, Qi Yan carefully looked at the little monk who was aggrieved and crying, only to find that what Senior Sister Mochen said was actually true, the young man had a male and female appearance, and looked closely at the woman's unique Huadian mark between the eyebrows on his forehead.

Unexpectedly, there were a few obscene laughter in the crowd, "Hehehe, no wonder! It turned out to be Brother Lover and Sister! What a touching story!"

"Who said no, no wonder you are so desperate, Qian Cheng's death is decided, why don't you go with your brother, let's not go to the land of fireworks, let's go to the Wordless Mountain with me to enjoy happiness!

"Not to mention the qualifications of this helpless person, it is good to bring it back to be a medicine man!"

A laugh rushed out of everyone's mouths unscrupulously, as if the little monk who opened his mouth to intercede was not a person but a kind of goods that could be traded, Qi Yan found that when everyone said this, the little monk was just bowing his head and crying, but the bone joints of the handkerchief were blue and white.

"Let's stop in moderation!" Leng Yunyi, who had not spoken all this time, suddenly stood in front of the three of Mo Chen, and spoke to a few people who were not inferior.

"What kind of green onion are you, you have to come out to meddle in your business!, how can the people of Moduohai manage it so widely?" Speechless Mountain Sanxiu saw Leng Yunyi come out to speak, his neck was like a defeated rooster, and his eyes were evasive.

"Hehe, which green onion am I, you can give it a try!" Leng Yunyi sneered, glanced at the Wordless Mountain Sanxiu with disdain, and didn't even give a straight look.

"Not yet...... Hold up, otherwise what are you angry about!" Wordless Mountain Sanxiu muttered a name, but swallowed back under Leng Yunyi's eyes like a dead man, but he still said with a hard mouth.

"In this way, Qian Cheng stays, let's go to find the way out, how he depends on his own creation!" The long-haired monk saw that the stalemate could not discuss the result, and he was unwilling to be lonely.

There was a loud bang, like a huge roar from the influx of seawater, and the feet slipped, and everyone pushed and shoved, Qi Yan stumbled, and his hand pulled in the void, I don't know what he caught a little warm and slippery touch, and the thing he was holding in his hand also pulled back a few times, in order to maintain balance, the more he pumped, the tighter Qi Yan pulled.

"You, you let go!" a low cry of pain reached Qi Yan Zhihai.

Qi Yan followed the voice and looked over, and saw that the cold Mo Chen's cheeks seemed to be smeared with a layer of light rouge, like a drunk sunset, lowering his eyes, he looked along his arm, only to find that Mo Chen's hand was still tightly grasped in his hand.

After letting go, his face was like a boiled red shrimp, his eyes were shining, and after a few dry coughs, he seemed to have lost his language function, and his mind could only sound the sentence: "The hands are like soft wattles, the skin is like clotted fat, the collar is like a grub, the teeth are like a rhino, the head of the mantis is like a moth eyebrows, the smile is clever, and the eyes are beautiful." ”