Seeing this scene, Lin Xiaopang's heart tightened. He was just about to live forever, but he was robbed? What should he do? Should she go out to help? Just when Lin Xiaopang was doing some mental construction for herself
, but was stopped by Qingmu.
"Can't you see that Chang Sheng's child wants to experience himself? If you go out and kill them all with a wave of your hand, what's the point? Chang Sheng is no longer a child, so don't interfere too much."
But Lin Xiaopang was not very happy in her heart. She knew that Changsheng was not a child, but she would always worry about it. Ah! Lin Xiaopang suddenly realized whether she was really old, because only the elders would care so much about the safety of the younger generation.
ah.
Just when Lin Xiaopang was having a headache here, those Lianyuan Great World monks over there who were besieging Changsheng were already preparing to take action.
"You little girl, you really don't have to drink wine as a penalty. Let me tell you first, we will not be merciful."
"What nonsense are you talking to her about? If you dare to come out alone, you should be prepared to be robbed."
Saying this, one of the tall and strong men, eight feet tall, walked out. This man was very tall, and his cultivation was at the early stage of the Golden Core. It would be fine if Changsheng regained his strength, but the key now is that Changsheng Kong
I have a intact Dantian, but I don’t have much spiritual power!
The male cultivator glanced condescendingly at Changsheng, then sneered and stretched out his fist to hit Changsheng.
"Don't say I bully children, a kid like you should be taught a lesson!"
What he said was really high-sounding! Xiaopang Lin who was listening was furious, but Changsheng still stood calmly. When the male cultivator's fist fell, Changsheng did not retreat but advanced, and stabbed him with a sword.
To the opponent’s armpit!
However, although the male cultivator was big, he was also very nimble. He quickly stretched out his palm to grab Changsheng's spiritual sword. It was just an ordinary third-grade spiritual sword. If Rang Xingbieli and Du Xuanjin appeared, this group of people would be afraid
I have already killed people to seize treasures, and I will never endure it for so long.
The male cultivator is an individual cultivator, and his body is extremely tough. At this moment, he pulled the immortal sword and bent it hard!
"Crack!"
The spirit sword was not broken, but Changsheng's wrist was broken! The strength of this physical training was so great that Changsheng had his hand bones broken in just the first round!
However, just before Changsheng's hand bones were broken, Changsheng kicked the opponent's waist hard. Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's movements were stiff, he wrapped himself around the opponent's tall body and strangled him fiercely.
On the opponent's neck, another dagger appeared in the intact hand and slashed hard towards his throat!
"Crack!"
This physical practice instinctively attached a thin layer of golden armor to his throat at critical moments! Just such a piece of golden armor, less than the size of a palm, allowed him to survive. Changsheng saw that one hit could not succeed, so he quickly changed his movements
, stabbed the opponent in the chest with a sword!
"Pfft!"
The broken sword successfully penetrated a knuckle distance, but the next moment, the male cultivator grabbed him and threw him and the sword away!
This series of actions only happened in the blink of an eye. After Chang Sheng and the male cultivator distanced themselves, the other cultivator couldn't help but touch his chest. If he hadn't reacted in time to avoid it, he would have probably been killed.
Pierce the heart!
Not only the male cultivator was frightened, but his companions could not help but stand up straight. They all knew how strong this male cultivator was. He was not only a physical cultivator, but also a golden spirit root cultivator. They complemented each other and were most suitable for close combat.
But this little girl who looks dry can actually hurt him?
How is this possible?
Some people couldn't help but poke fun at the angry physicist.
"I said Kui Jiu, aren't you pitying that little girl?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?! I don't even know her!"
"Then why haven't you won it yet? Isn't it because you care about the beauty? No! Can you like someone so small and ugly?"
"Fuck your mother!"
Those people suddenly burst into laughter. Changsheng was still alive, but Fatty Lin couldn't control it anymore and was tearing the strips of cloth as if tearing the bones of the monks.
"Why are these people so disgusting? Besides, why are Changsheng so ugly? He is obviously very good-looking, right? Isn't it just that there are three more scars on his face? It's like there are no injuries on his body. It prevents them from eating and drinking.
What? Not only do you want to rob a poor little girl, but you also want to slander her face?! This is simply too much!"
"..."
Qingmu was speechless. In fact, it seemed to him that Changsheng did have injuries on his face. Although he was not ugly, he was not as good-looking as Fatty Lin said. Of course, maybe in the eyes of those strange monks, Changsheng
This kind of thing is considered ugly.
However, looking at the little girl who was still unmoved by these people, Qingmu couldn't help but have a flash of admiration in his eyes. Although this immortal girl had a rough life, she had a really good character.
Very. As a monk, this is how you should be. No matter when and where you are, you can remain calm and calm, not disturbed by external objects or suppressed by strong enemies!
If the timing wasn't right, Qingmu would have considered taking on a disciple.
At this time, the physical cultivator had been knocked unconscious by the ridicule of his companions. He glared at Changsheng fiercely, roared and rushed towards him!
Changsheng moved his hand bones while calmly staring at the man opposite him. The moment he rushed over, Changsheng swung the spiritual sword in his hand fiercely, and met the physical cultivator's fist neatly.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"
The two of them had exchanged several moves in the blink of an eye, a golden elixir and a foundation building, but they were actually inseparable?
After waiting for half a stick of incense, the monks became impatient when they saw that the little girl didn't show any intention of losing.
"Kui Jiu, are you okay? If not, let us go!"
"Of course I can! Don't interfere! I can do it myself!"
However, they had just been in a stalemate for such a long time. How could they defeat that little girl so quickly? Although their minds were not pure, they saw that little girl who could still be on a par with Kui Jiu even though her cultivation was far behind her opponent.
As a girl, she still couldn't help showing her approving eyes.
But praise is praise, they still have to take action.
When Kui Jiu was once again cut open by the spiritual sword in Chang Sheng's hand, his accomplices finally couldn't hold it any longer, and a group of people swarmed forward.
"Don't waste time, we have to rush to attend the Qimen Conference. It is said that those Buddhist cultivators with high moral standards will chant sutras and pray for all the monks who come to participate. By then, maybe the injuries we have suffered before will be eliminated. Moreover,
For such a big thing, the whole Lianyuan world has been mobilized. Who doesn't want to have a good relationship with the Qing family? I went late, I'm afraid there won't even be a place!"