Aoyama sees me as I should

It is impossible for Ji Qingbai not to know the golden flame and phoenix's magic weapon. Tanzhang seemed to want to help untie it behind him. The grass bandit saw it and sneered: "Don't waste your energy, Mr. Xiaolang, this is not something for ordinary people. You Solution is useless."

Ji Qingbai's expression was stiff, and he didn't care about his identity anymore. He was really afraid that Ming Huan would block him here. If they faced each other, he might not be able to protect himself, let alone protect Tanzhang and Lu Changsheng.

The carriage ran for an unknown amount of time, and when Lu Changsheng woke up in a daze, he was so frightened that he almost fainted again. Ji Qingbai read the sentence several times, but he couldn't untie the rope on his wrist, and his face became more and more gloomy.

There were more than a dozen grass bandits, and they took turns to watch them. Tan Zhang's legs and feet were inconvenient, and he couldn't sit back in the wheelchair by himself. Ji Qingbai was always afraid that he would be embarrassing, so he protected him urgently. Lu Changsheng probably figured it out after he calmed down. Looking at the situation, he whispered to Ji Qingbai, "Yanjun dare not get too close to Liangjiang, we must have been taken to Qinghe."

Qinghe Town is located between Liangjiang and Chaolin. It is said to be a town, and its scale is about the same as a larger post. It is not difficult to find the people from Tanzhang, but it will definitely not be there for a while.

The grass bandits divided into two groups to drive Ji Qingbai and the others out of the car. Lu Changsheng finally had a chance to help Tan Zhang into a wheelchair. Ji Qingbai turned his head to look, and was kicked by the tall and thin man among them.

"The person you want to meet is inside, don't look around." The man said.

Ji Qingbai's heart sank, and he guessed that Minghuan had come anyway.

Tan Zhang was obviously more anxious than Ji Qingbai, his eyes never moved away from him after he got off the car, Lu Changsheng was sandwiched by two bandits on one left and one on the right, so he could only slowly push his husband to follow behind.

When they reached the gate of a ruined temple, the group stopped.

The tall and thin man went up first and knocked on the door three times.

After a while, the door opened from the inside, and a blind old woman poked her head out and "looked" around.

Ji Qingbai suddenly looked up at the sky.

"What are you looking at?" Tall and thin pushed him cursingly, "Go in."

Ji Qingbai didn't speak, he raised his foot and stepped in, Lu Changsheng hurriedly followed, almost parallel to Ji Qingbai.

Tan Zhang stretched out his hand suddenly and grabbed Ji Qingbai's monk robe.

Ji Qingbai lowered his head, looked at Tan Zhang's face, and smiled comfortingly: "Young Lord, don't worry."

Tan Zhang didn't let go of his hand, so Lu Changsheng could only push behind him in a hurry.

There were no Buddha statues in the ruined temple, and there were eighteen arhats on both sides. Ming Huan stood in the middle with his back to the door, and only turned his head when he heard the movement.

One of his eyes was covered with a black cloth, and his gaze was blurred by the flickering candlelight.

Ji Qingbai didn't go forward any more, he was wary of the opponent with a distance of two or three steps.

Ming Huan only took a few glances at him, then his eyes fell on Tan Zhang, and he smiled and said, "Xiao Langjun is healed?"

Tan Zhang was injured in a sneak attack before, but now that he actually saw Ming Huan who hurt him, his expression was a little strange.

"Who are you?" Tan Zhang asked suddenly.

Ming Huan raised his eyebrows, and pointedly said: "Mr. Xiao Lang should know who I am."

Ji Qingbai frowned, not quite understanding what riddles they were playing.

But the delay just now is enough.

It was Jin Yan Chi Feng who first noticed something strange, and the holy demon opened his eyes wide, looked at Ji Qingbai in disbelief, and said angrily: "You don't want to die?!"

Ji Qingbai's complexion was pale, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were red, his figure and appearance gradually changed, and he couldn't maintain his original monk appearance any longer. In the wheelchair, eyes closed, motionless.

Ming Huan bit the tip of his tongue before forcing himself to stay awake, and said with a miserable smile, "You don't hesitate to lose your lifespan to lure people into dreams. If I can't fall asleep, wouldn't your efforts be in vain?!"

Ji Qingbai could not concentrate on arguing with him, and focused on urging his magic power. Seeing that he could not even stand firmly, someone suddenly supported his waist from behind.

Ji Qingbai looked back in horror, only to see Lu Changsheng looking at him with a confused face.

Ji Qingbai: "..."

Lu Changsheng stared at the top of his head in disbelief, and shouted: "Abbot, why did you grow your hair?!"

Day and night alternate, nights are long and dreamy, Ji Qingbai dared to take the risk of casting spells at this time because of the convenience of the weather, and Ming Huan had injured his soul in the dream before, although the holy demon was powerful, but after all, he could not fully recover in such a short time , he dared to fight to the death at this moment.

Ming Huan struggled to fall asleep temporarily, but no one thought that Lu Changsheng was the last to wake up.

He looked at this, looked at that, and his mind was very chaotic.

"You have to untie this rope first." Lu Changsheng seemed to be thinking clearly, he faintly realized that the monk and this one-eyed man were not ordinary people, and the method of untying Ji Qingbai's wrist must be extraordinary, Lu Changsheng found a way Turning around, his eyes fell on Ming Huan's waist.

Ji Qingbai didn't realize it, but Jin Yanchi Feng could see it clearly, he just watched the mortal walk up to him, and stretched out his hand towards the handle of the knife on his waist.

With a sound of "click", Dian Luan got out of its sheath.

Ji Qingbai: "..."

Ming Huan: "..."

Lu Changsheng held up the saber, but nothing happened. He lifted it a bit and found that the saber was a bit heavy, so he could only drag it towards Ji Qingbai.

There was a thin layer of karmic fire floating on the blade of Mianluan, and when it touched Ji Qingbai's wrist, it started to burn slowly, and the binding rope broke when it met the fire, but Ji Qingbai hadn't reacted yet, and looked at Lu Changsheng blankly.

"Get up." Physician Lu urged.

Ji Qingbai subconsciously asked: "Are you okay?"

Lu Changsheng was inexplicable: "What can I do." After finishing speaking, he complained again, "This knife is really heavy!"

Ji Qingbai's expression was complicated, and he opened his mouth several times, but he didn't know what to ask.

Lu Changsheng thought he was smart, and didn't wonder why everyone else was asleep, but he was awake, and helped Ji Qingbai up with one eye closed, while Ming Huan was still lying on the ground, staring at him as if he had seen a ghost.

"Do you want to hack him to death?" Lu Changsheng seemed to understand the principle of cutting grass and roots, and asked with a knife.

Ji Qingbai cast a cold glance at the people on the ground: "Ordinary people can't kill him with this knife."

Lu Changsheng: "Then what are you going to do?"

Ji Qingbai smiled wryly: "My current cultivation is not good either."

Mianluan is forged by the demon soul of the golden flame and phoenix, not just anyone can touch it. Ji Qingbai found it incredible when he knew that he could use this knife in his last life, but his cultivation level in his previous life may still make Mianluan move. Killing the master, it must be impossible now.

Of course, this holy demon can't be let go so cheaply.

After Ji Qingbai regained some strength, he walked up to Ming Huan with the saber in hand. He raised his wrist, raised the saber above his head, and then ruthlessly inserted into the opponent's shoulder blade, nailing him firmly to the ground.

Jin Yanchifeng didn't say a word, her one eye was like a barbed hook, passing Ji Qingbai and Lu Changsheng.

Panting for breath, Ji Qingbai felt that the sea of ​​spirits was exhausted. He walked to Tan Zhang's side with shaking hands, as if he wanted to touch the other's face, but stopped when he almost touched him.

His hands are not clean.

Ji Qingbai took a deep breath, and Lu Changsheng looked at him with some confusion, supporting Tanzhang's wheelchair.

"Let's go." Ji Qingbai no longer looked at Ming Huan behind him, if they dragged on, they would not be able to leave at dawn.

Lu Changsheng pushed the sandalwood chapter forward.

Ming Huan suddenly hissed: "Who is he?"

Ji Qingbo paused, and then he glanced at Lu Changsheng, who didn't respond.

"Let's go!" Lu Changsheng urged desperately, "Don't bother with that psychopath!"

Ji Qingbai: "..."

The carriage was not far away, luckily no one was watching, Lu Changsheng first lifted up his young man with a chair, and then helped Ji Qingbai, he was just a mere doctor, although he was not too weak to be weak, but It's not that the strength is infinite, after such a tossing, it's almost as tired as a dog.

In the end, he still had to drive the car.

Hurrying before dawn, people were in a hurry, and when Lu Changsheng saw the flames, he was so frightened that he almost turned around and ran away. It was not until he saw the familiar Fang's silk banner that he was completely relieved and shouted for help.

Tan Zhang has not yet woken up.

Lu Changsheng was still thinking about how to explain Ji Qingbai's appearance to Fang Chi, when he saw a frail monk tremblingly getting off the carriage and pushing Xiao Langjun's wheelchair.

Lu Changsheng: "..."

He felt like he was dreaming today, and the people he met for a long time were not human? !