Typos and the like will be corrected later, sorry~

But there didn't seem to be anything wrong with Jia Jia, and her face was as usual from beginning to end. This is so strange that if it continues like this, I'm afraid he will be the only one who will find out.

He couldn't stop but set his eyes on Jia Jia, who naturally noticed it, and involuntarily raised his head and looked at Gu Lang suspiciously.

Gu Lang looked at her with burning eyes, and seeing that his expression was wrong, Jia Jia moved his lips and transmitted a voice to him: "Senior brother, but what's wrong with me?"

Gu Lang passed on to her with his pupil technique: "Jia Jia, the way I am a scholar, you look like you have nothing to do, I'm afraid it will cause trouble!"

As soon as these words came out, Jia Jia understood a little bit, and immediately understood, and after bowing her head for a moment, she had already changed into a pale complexion, with those black eyes like ink, and a lot of eyes fell on her at the moment. Hold it first, Chu Chu is pitiful, and there may not be any dirty color in these eyes, but it still makes him feel a little unhappy, and his figure flickered: he is not such a burly figure, although Jia Jia is not short, compared to Gu Lang, he can only be regarded as petite, walking like this, as if Jia Jia's whole person is leaning on his arms, Gu Lang's breathing suddenly stagnated, and then he became short, and his heart beat like a drum.

Secretly scolded a few times for self-cultivation and self-cultivation work, and silently recited the heart-purifying mantra dozens of times in his heart, and the whole person calmed down.

After years of getting along, the calmness when we first met is long gone. Instead, it was like those strong-blooded teenagers. From time to time, the face is red and the ears are red. In front of her, it seems that he doesn't look like himself at all.

Took a deep breath: it was all because the Assassin was standing in front of her!

It was the appearance of the two of them that caused Qing Ya, who inadvertently glanced back, to be slightly stunned, and then pondered and spoke: "Gu Lang, Jia Jia, come close, come to the teacher?"

Gu Lang's face froze. But seeing that Jia Jia quickly broke away from his embrace and walked to Qin Ya's side, he had no choice but to step forward helplessly. The two of them stood still.

Qin Ya waved his sleeves and reached out to put his hand on the shoulders of the two, and a warm and long spiritual power entered the two of them from his palm.

But seeing Gu Lang's slowly recovering face, Jia Jia had already transmitted a message to Qin Ya: "Master, I'm fine." It's just that I'm afraid that the good appearance will cause some unnecessary trouble, so I made this appearance. Master, don't worry!"

But seeing Qin Ya's slight bow, she also asked the natural question: "Jia Jia." What unusual treasure did you bring with you to keep out the miasma invasion?"

Jia Jia shook her head blankly: "The disciple doesn't know either, but it's really nothing." After a pause, Jia Jia quickly turned to the Chaos Relics, "Master, do you think it will be the relationship between the mustard seed space?"

"Not true. Clinker Qin Ya replied categorically, "The invasion of the miasma and the mustard seed space you are carrying, this doesn't make sense, it should be something else?"

"What else?" Jia Jia muttered blankly, but still didn't know anything.

Qin Ya sighed lightly, and said, "Think about it, what strange defensive magic weapons are on your body?"

"It's all very ordinary! I got it from Rong Zhen......" Jia Jia was silent in the middle of speaking, as if she understood something, and raised her head suddenly, Qin Ya saw that the broken hair on Jia Jia's forehead was flowing, and a little red cinnabar mark loomed in it: Xu was because Jia Jia didn't pay attention to the Russian relationship with the broken hair on her forehead for a while, and it was a little long, and for a while, no one paid attention to it.

The Tibetan God Cultivator's acumen was naturally different from ordinary people, Qin Ya's pupils shrank suddenly, almost subconsciously, and blurted out: "Where did that little cinnabar mark on your forehead come from?"

Jia Jia, who had already discovered the unusual appearance of the defensive robe on her body, naturally replied hurriedly: "Since I put on that robe, I have it." ”

But seeing Qin Ya, she took a light breath of cold air: "Jia Jia, your magic robe should not be a mortal thing. Rong Zhen is a maverick, although he has been dead for many years, but it is indeed a task, and his things will naturally not be bad. ”

Qin Ya said, and warned again: "This thing is probably not a mortal thing, you should keep it carefully, don't let others know." ”

Jia Jia nodded in response, and relayed her conversation with Gu Lang, who had asked her several times, about her conversation with Shizun, but seeing Gu Lang nodding thoughtfully, he lowered his eyelids, and continued to look into the distance.

"Master, you did it on purpose!" With Qin Ya's aura, Gu Lang's face was as usual, and the person returned to his usual appearance, but he was still a little displeased: "You deliberately want to break us up!"

"What do you call that?" Qin Ya chuckled, "This seat deliberately broke you up?" Although he said so, the obvious banter in his eyes betrayed his state of mind at this time, like a fox who had just succeeded, and his lips were slightly upturned.

"Why does the master make fun of me?" Gu Lang looked at Jia Jia who was walking on the other side of Qin Ya unconsciously, but he was helpless, his skin was not thick enough to be able to pull Jia Jia over, but after all, he couldn't let go. What's more, even he himself was afraid that he would force Jia Jia to be in a hurry, but instead forced people to run away.

"You are thinking nonsense in your own heart, what does it have to do with this seat?" Qin Ya chuckled, "Ugly words are ahead, if you bully Jia Jia, even the teacher will not let you go." ”

When he said this, Gu Lang twitched the corners of his mouth, and his heart became more and more displeased because Jia Jia was close at hand but couldn't reach out to pull the displeasure: "What Shizun said, it turns out that my nephew has such a status in Shizun's heart! Shizun, you have a great way, why bother meddling in the affairs between me and Jia Jia? Also, Jia Jia is also a woman, Shizun cares too much!"

As soon as Gu Lang's words fell, he lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Master, I was wrong", he just couldn't control it, although Shizun said early in the morning that he had a great way, but he just couldn't control it, even if it was Shizun. It's also good to exit a few steps.

Hearing this, Qin Ya laughed a little. but did not answer him. just lowered his head and glanced at Jia Jia, who was unconscious on the side, retracted his gaze, and didn't argue with him.

As soon as these words came out, he became even more uneasy, and Gu Lang said again, "Master, I was wrong"

After walking a distance of thirty miles like this, Qin Ya finally sighed with a headache: "Gu Lang, you have been chanting in my ear thirteen times. Don't mention it again, I'm too lazy to say more. ”

Gu Lang was even more guilty at the moment when he said this, and walked forward with a black face.

If it was what Fang Jia Jia said, although Qin Ya believed her, she didn't feel anything, but now, she clearly noticed that the dizziness was decreasing more and more in the distance of thirty miles, and Qin Ya must have a little more in her heart: a good thing, a good thing. It's just that everything is two-sided. If it's really that thing, I'm afraid Jia Jia will have to suffer again.

Just like this, there are fewer and fewer monks following behind him, and now the monks who can still keep up with the Kunlun team are naturally not low, that is, they are alone, and it is more than enough to blow themselves up, and the communication between the two teams is naturally less, so they form a team in such silence and peace.

At this moment, in the middle of the group, the out-of-body monk who thought he was solemn suddenly shouted: "Senior brother, senior brother, you can talk to me!"

The out-of-body monk shouted at a bell-shaped sound attack magic weapon: It seems that there is a magic weapon that can freely transmit sound with people.

Before everyone could react, they saw that the bell-shaped sound attack magic weapon suddenly exploded with a loud "bang", and flew towards everyone in pieces.

With that shattering sound, a smug and rampant laugh was heard all around: "The four voices are still transmitting, are those monks not far ahead?" ”

As soon as these words came out, even the monk who had just been in the middle of the accident and screamed in pain was silenced at once, and looked around with some horror.

The monk who was still silent immediately panicked, but fortunately, the monk who can come to such a point is by no means comparable to ordinary monks, but after a moment of panic, he immediately quieted down, and now he speaks out, I am afraid it will only be easier for people to hit with one blow. Everyone's eyes fell on the Kunlun monks led by Wei Dong. Obviously, someone has already caught up.

Wei Dong was silent for a moment, and rubbed his forehead as if he had a little headache, but after a while, he took a deep breath and turned around: "Keep going!"

It's clear that it's a game of cat and mouse with those guys.

To be honest, such a game of cat and mouse is really a bit aggrieved, but everyone has no choice but to comply, with a little complaint, and continue to move forward.

It's just that I originally thought that this would be the case, and I would be fine, but on the night of the third day, several monks who were cultivating in the Tibetan God Period, together with several monks who were born with a fighting spirit, were the first to notice some disturbances, and they suddenly stopped.

Jia Jia also stopped, and the tips of her ears moved slightly: "It's less than ten miles." ”

Several Tibetan monks glanced at each other, and they all saw a few wry smiles in each other's eyes: those people still caught up, although they knew that this game of cat and mouse would not last too long, but everyone still hoped that it would be better, but in the end, this hope was still so dashed.

Now that it's like this, naturally you can't hide anymore.

Several Tibetan monks had already stood at the forefront of a group of monks, standing with their hands in their hands, waiting for the group of demons to appear.

This fight is inevitable.

The monks present sacrificed their weapons one after another: it is said that the cultivation of this group of monks who took refuge in the Ten Thousand Obstacles Mountain is not low, and if it is placed in normal times, it is not difficult to solve so many monks. It's just that now almost everyone is infested by miasma, and in a drowsy state, I'm afraid that the combat effectiveness is not as good as before.

Qin Ya frowned: It doesn't matter if he is he, because the left hand behind his head has been on Jia Jia's shoulder, and his mind has already been clear, and his mind still has a slight resistance to this miasma.

But others, even Wei Dong and others, who were in the Tibetan God Period at the same time, had a pale face, and I am afraid that their strength will be greatly reduced.

This is true of all the Tibetan monks, not to mention the rest of the monks.

Although everyone has sacrificed their natal magic weapon, they all have a pale complexion, and they are standing there with a little bit of weakness.

"How dare you come to meet the enemy?" With a chuckle, a group of monks appeared in front of everyone.

But I saw that although those monks also woke up from the Ten Thousand Obstacles Mountain like them, their faces were as usual. In fact, from the moment one of them spoke, the faces of several Tibetan monks were a little ugly: listening to the sound and distinguishing the position, listening to the voice, you can guess that these people are not as troubled by the miasma as they are: this room, even if there are only dozens of monks in front of them, in terms of numbers, they are far inferior to them, but now, I am afraid that it is their large group of characters who are weaker.

What's more, the monks who fell behind are probably dead at the hands of this monk.

"Why do you talk so much nonsense?" one of the monks on the other side sneered, "Look at this group of sick cat-like monks, you know that they are finished, if I don't do it now, when will I wait?"

The cultivator, who was also in the Tibetan God Period, sneered.

A sword was pointed directly at the Tibetan God Monk, but for a few rounds, if the eyesight was a little worse, he could only see two hurricanes of different colors intertwined.

However, such as Jia Jia and the others, their eyesight was naturally excellent, and they could clearly see that the monk in the Scattered Cultivation Alliance was clearly a backward trend.

Wei Dong and the others glanced at each other in unison, bowed slightly, and then jumped out and joined the battle.

As soon as these people were added, the two hurricanes that were still trembling together suddenly separated, and at this time, even the monk with poor eyesight clearly saw a few traces of blood on the corner of the mouth of the Tibetan God Monk of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, but the person on that side joked with a smile: "Yo, what's the matter? You people, have you also begun to learn from me to bully more?"

"With people like you, there is no need to be moral?" Someone naturally immediately retorted.

The monk didn't care, just sneered: "It turns out that this is morality, I understand." After that, while fighting with the several Tibetan God monks who had been invaded by the miasma, he gave an order, but saw that the dozens of monks who were at least above the out-of-body roared and joined the battle.

When Fang Cai Weidong and the others made a move, Qin Ya made a move, and when you saw that the monk made this move, he didn't panic, and roared lightly: "Gu Lang, Jia Jia, follow the teacher!"

Hearing the word "yes" in unison, the three of them rushed towards the dozens of monks almost simultaneously. (To be continued......)