No one knew what happened. The moment before, Fang Qian was waiting to die under the huge Buddha stick. The next moment, the Buddha stick that covered the sky and the sun suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The sun shines, and the sky and the earth are bright. Suddenly, a gust of wind blows, and a cluster of fine gold powder is raised, which adds a bit of brightness to the light.

Fang Qian kept waving his sword, and the old monk also kept sitting cross-legged.

Both of them remained motionless, so there was only the whistling east wind blowing freely on the wasteland.

The old monk looked at the north, his eyes filled with the most complex emotions in the world.

"Child, it seems I can't go back anymore, live well."

Before he finished speaking, the next moment, as a wind blew, his body suddenly became sandy and scattered with the wind.

Dust returns to dust, soil returns to earth, without any trace.

In a house in a northern temple, a monk with broken arms suddenly felt sad and covered in tears.

Fang Qian was not moving because at this time, both the sword intent and the virtual sword were constantly improving, and they were only less than half a step away from Dacheng. However, as the sword intent hidden in his body disappeared, all these changes finally stopped within this half step.

Seeing that Fang Qian was fine, Mo Shanshan finally couldn't help but fainted. Before she fell into a coma, she vaguely felt that she had fallen into a familiar embrace and suddenly became completely calm.

Ning Que walked over with a breath and said with a big laugh: "I knew you would be fine. I was worried that I was worried. You said, how could I compensate me?"

Fang Qian picked up Mo Shanshan, and his boneless body was particularly delicate at this time.

He looked at Ning Que with anger and said, "I'll give you a grudge, hurry up and crawl for me."

He turned around and walked towards the carriage, saying, "I'll take her to rest, I'll leave the rest to you, Senior Brother Thirteen!"

Ning Que's eyes widened slightly, he immediately patted his chest and said, "Fourth Junior Brother, don't worry, you must not disturb you and your junior sister."

Fang Qian smiled, too lazy to pay attention to him.

At this time, the people on the meadow were still shocked by the strange scene just now and could not speak.

Obviously, I didn’t see anything, but everything ended inexplicably?

However, a strong man in the realm of knowing fate fell here so truly, which means that something very terrible must have happened before.

Even if the old monk's methods are powerful people who cannot be underestimated in Zhide. Although they are not as good as those at the peak of Zhide, few people in the world can compete with each other.

However, such a strong man died so quietly, which was incredible and even more frightening.

There was no need for Ning Que to do more, so the commander of the Temple Cavalry began to sort out the battlefield well and gathered all the heads together and handed them out.

Grab the credit?

It doesn't exist unless he doesn't want to live anymore.

If a strong man with a noble status in Xiling and can kill his life, if he wants to kill him, no one in the entire temple will speak for him.

He never even got close to Yuelun Kingdom again. At this time, he seemed to have brought his identity to the escort cavalry in Mochiyuan.

When Qu Ni saw this scene, her face looked extremely ugly, but she didn't dare to say anything more. She was even very worried that Fang Qian would cause trouble for her.

Lu Chenjia stood in a complicated expression for a long time. She clearly saw all the changes. After a long time, she sighed.

"Longqing, you are obviously so perfect, why is there such a monster in the world?"

Kill Zhiming, who in this world can do such amazing things at such an age?

In the food delivery team, the civilians were basically not injured. Apart from being exhausted, the disciples of Mochiyuan had no problems. Only the Yanqi lost more than a dozen people.

But there are no immortals in the war. As soldiers, they faced several enemies with a record of their great victory with weak damage. There is no sorrow in their hearts, only glory.

Especially with the extremely humble manner of the Xiling cavalry at this time, most of the depression that had not been directly rescued was dissipated.

After all, he doesn't hit people with a smile, let alone the noble identity of the Temple Cavalry.

Even many Yanqi and civil servants really thought that they would not have rescued them before, but because they had more important considerations, they became enthusiastic about them.

The Tmall girl was very determined and kept staring at the temple cavalry angrily, as if she wanted to rush up and bite them.

Zhuo Zhihua looked at a carriage not far away and knew that it was because of the people in the carriage.

So she realized more what power actually represents.

The commander of the Temple Cavalry got off his horse and came to Zhuo Zhihua. He had just observed it for a long time and knew that many things were handled by this girl. He did not dare to take the liberty to go directly to Fang Qian, so he could only ask for an introduction from here first.

"I have already dealt with the leaders of these horse thieves. At that time, I will report the military achievements of Mo Chiyuan this time together."

Zhuo Zhihua looked at him calmly and said, "I'm going to work hard for you."

Her tone was cold and tepid.

The commander understood why. He actually didn't care about the girl's thoughts in front of him, but he cared about Fang Qian's thoughts, so he had to care about the girl's thoughts.

"Aunt Quni, who was the Yuelun Kingdom, told us not to rescue us rashly. Due to her identity as the person in charge, I had to wait and see for a while. However, when I saw you in danger, I chose to attack directly and absolutely had no idea of ​​ignoring you!"

He explained it sincerely, and even the Tmall woman next to him almost believed it. Zhuo Zhihua looked at him indifferently, saying that he didn't want to speak.

The atmosphere was awkward.

The commander was angry, but with a smile on his face. His purpose of this trip had not yet been achieved, so he had to continue talking.

"I wonder if I can help recommend that noble lady."

Zhuo Zhihua knew who he was referring to as a noble person, and she wanted to refuse, but she also knew that Fang Qian had the identity of Xiling, so she thought about it and agreed.

She looked at the divine cavalry commander with his eyebrows down and looked at her eyes. She really didn't know what to think. She turned around and walked towards the carriage and said, "Come with me, I will ask you, but I won't know if I don't see you."

The temple cavalry commanded the five big and thick men, smiling like a chrysanthemum.

"That's it, that's it. If the noble man is willing to see me, I will naturally be lucky in my life. If I don't want to be with me, I dare not complain at all."

The Tmall woman looked at the commander wearing golden armor and followed Senior Sister Zhuo Zhihua and couldn't help but whisper: "Single!"

Although her voice was small, how could she hide the ears of a powerful man from Dongxuan at such a few meters?

The body of the commander of the temple cavalry was slightly stiff for a moment, and then continued to follow Zhu Zhihua without any awareness and walk towards the carriage.

Some small things are nothing in the face of the major things that determine his fate.
Chapter completed!