Fang Qian looked at her, reached out and gently smoothed her frown brows, and said seriously: "In this world, there is always murder for all kinds of reasons. Although this reason is simple, there is still a reason. Some people can even kill countless people just because of a slight preference or an idea."

Mo Shanshan looked at Fang Qian in confusion and said, "Isn't that what the Demon Sect does? But the Demon Sect has been destroyed for many years."

Fang Qian smiled and said, "Is there no good people in the Demon Sect? Could it be that the Haotian Temple, which worships the most in Xiling, will not have demons? Whether it is a demon is because of human hearts rather than martial arts."

Mo Shanshan was very surprised, of course she was surprised. Fang Qian, who was obviously growing up in Zhishouguan, seemed to be defending the Demon Sect?

"you....."

Fang Qian interrupted what she wanted to say, pointed to the distance, and said, "Look, the stupid cat has started fighting with that monk."

He put down his hand and said softly: "The difference between good and evil is still a long way to go, and I will accompany you to watch slowly."

Mo Shanshan looked at him silently, and then looked into the distance.

The Tmall girl was both happy and angry at this time. Naturally, she was happy because she was holding a sword crazy sword in her hand, and her anger was because her senior sister was injured by this stinky monk.

She must avenge her senior sister!

So she said in a clear voice: "The Tmall girl in Mochiyuan asked the master for advice."

As soon as she finished speaking, the cute expression on the girl's face faded away little by little, leaving only Ning Jing and Soul. Although she had never killed anyone, she was still a practitioner in the state of inconsistency and still had basic combat qualities.

She knew that when fighting, she had to calm down and focus!

She held the wooden sword in her hand tightly and felt a warm and powerful force coming from the wooden sword.

In a trance, she seemed to see a dazzling sword light, so she couldn't help but rush out in the direction of the sword light, and then slashed at the monk's body with an indomitable aura.

The ascetic monk looked at the rich sword energy on the wooden sword and his face changed. He couldn't believe how could a little girl in her vague state emit such a powerful sword energy?

He didn't know that the wooden sword itself was rare in the world, and it was nourished by Fang Qian for more than a dozen days and nights. It had already contained extremely deep thought power, and it was not weaker than an idle magic weapon. Using this, it was almost equivalent to a fraction of Fang Qian's actions. Therefore, even if the Tmall woman was activated by the state of inconsistency, she could hook a large amount of heaven and earth's vitality into sword energy to attack.

Feeling the threat, the ascetic monk chanted the Buddha's name urgently, pinched the Buddha's seal on his chest with his right hand, and suddenly the black rosary beads rotated at high speed on his chest.

However, the next moment, the rosary was cut off by a sword. He had no time to react and had to quickly cross the iron rod in his left hand in front of him.

clang!

The iron rod blocked the wooden sword, but he was also trembling all over by the powerful force. He took seven steps back and spit out a mouthful of blood with a flushed face, which was to dissolve the force.

He looked at the trace that had penetrated nearly half on the iron rod in horror, almost unable to believe it.

He stared at the wooden sword held by the Tmall woman and said in disbelief: "How could there be such a sharp wooden sword in this world!"

With his years of stunningness, he could see that the little girl was in a state of forty and could do so completely by relying on the wooden sword in her hand. The wooden sword was definitely a rare treasure.

Such magical weapons are rare in the world, and they are really wasteful in the hands of a little girl.

So he couldn't help but feel a little greedy.

The Tmall girl was still addicted to the pleasure of slashing the monk with one sword. Her cheeks were rosy and her bright eyes were full of excitement. She couldn't help but turn around and show off to the senior sister behind her: "Senior sister, look at you, I'm so awesome!"

She was very happy and didn't care about the monk who had been defeated by her in her perception.

But the monk thought that this was the best opportunity for him to take the sword, so he did not hesitate.

The power of thought burst out instantly, giving him a speed that was far beyond his usual one at this moment. The rosary was broken, so he completely poured his power into the iron rod.

The iron rod danced, causing a heavy wind, and hit the back of the Tmall woman hard.

He was hit by the idea of ​​killing him with one blow!

The Tmall woman felt the strong wind whistling behind her, and she had no time to turn her head and had no time to deal with it.

So she could only watch the iron rod about to fall on her face.

"Shameless!"

"Little junior sister!"

The disciples of Mochiyuan exclaimed, but they had no time to rescue them.

Zhuo Zhihua didn't say anything, but just stared at the wooden sword in the Tmall girl's hand. She believed that since this sword was there, the junior sister would definitely not be in trouble!

The Tmall girl did not react, but the wooden sword in her hand reacted immediately, so it started to move on its own.

Everyone saw only a white lightning flash passing by, and then the iron rod fell and blood gushed out.

This scene was so shocking that everyone stood there blankly without making a sound.

Until a scream.

"Ah! My hand!"

The ascetic monk looked at his broken arm in pain and could only scream.

Fang Qian sighed from a distance and said, "I don't want to move that stupid cat. Do you actually want to kill her?"

Looking at the ascetic monk who screamed in pain, he suddenly thought of enlightenment, because enlightenment was cut off by him, but enlightenment was even worse, and his cultivation was destroyed.

Think about it, if there are too many monks with broken arms in the future, they can gather together to build a broken arms temple.

Next to him, Mo Shanshan snorted and said, "You love her. You dare to turn your back to the enemy during the battle. It seems that it is because my usual teaching is not enough. I will give her a good memory when I go back."

After saying that, she turned around and left. At this time, the monk was no longer threatened. Although his cultivation was not completely abolished, he was half of it. Zhuo Zhihua was able to handle the rest.

Fang Qian looked at Mo Shanshan's back, then looked at the stupid cat who was staying in the distance. He silently observed her for three seconds in his heart. Shanshan was actually angry. Take care of her little stupid cat.

But there was really nothing good to look at. He quickly turned around and followed: "Hey, Shanshan, where are you going, wait for me!"

Zhuo Zhihua looked at the stupid Tmall woman, looked at the blood-red and tragic scene again, then called someone, took some bandage medicine, and then bandaged the ascetic monk.

At this time, the monk calmed down, sat cross-legged on the ground, and kept silently reciting Buddhist scriptures. He knew that he had lost, and he had lost thoroughly, so he could only accept such an ending. It was a good result to be bandaged by someone, so he did not refuse.
Chapter completed!