After the body double failed, he became a fan of the world of comprehension

Chapter 110
Xie Muchen's Adam's apple twitched, his eyes were sour, and he uttered a voice, "Think."

The girl in front of her turned her head suddenly, her long hair brushed by, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was very bright.

"Then take me and escape."

This motivates him more than any words.

Xie Muchen's fingertips trembled slightly, a corner of his red-dyed robe was rolled up by the wind, and the long sword in his hand whined.

He had never burst out with such a strong sense of survival.

Not just for plum cakes.

Sword energy surged around Xie Muchen, his eyes were solemn, he raised his long sword, and flew into the beast tide.

The long sword was swung, and blood blossomed out.

"Dare to touch my brothers and sisters, believe it or not, I will kill you!"

Guan Mingyue's scolding came from behind, Xie Muchen paused the raised sword, and subconsciously turned to look.

Guan Mingyue was wearing a dress that didn't fit very well, holding a thick stack of talisman papers in her hand, her little face flushed red from anger.

In desperation, she didn't care how long it took her to draw the talisman paper in her hand, and she only had one belief in her mind.

Not one of the Mochizuki sect can die!
The talisman paper in his hand was sprinkled towards the beast tide as if he didn't want money, causing several thunderstorms in an instant.

"Elder Sister, you should be more careful, don't use the clone talisman on these fierce beasts."

"Hey, Xiao Zhuqing, are you getting more courageous? How dare you make fun of your senior sister!"

Xie Muchen's pupils shrank, and he looked to one side in disbelief.

Junior brother...is he here too?
Song Zhuqing looked at more and more ferocious beasts, the smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth, and he raised the flute in his hand to his mouth.

The sound of the zither is melodious, but it sounds like a deadly magic sound to the ears of the beast.

Some ferocious beasts couldn't bear the sound of magic, and chose to bump into a giant tree on one side, while others bit each other and killed each other.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

"My God, Zhuqing is so powerful!" Guan Mingyue's small mouth opened into a circle, her face full of surprise.

"Little Junior Brother is really a blockbuster." Qiao Wan took the time to praise, and the heaviness in her eyes eased a little.

Even the senior brother who was extremely demanding nodded to him.

Song Zhuqing's face turned red, and she played the flute harder and harder.

Just when everyone was rejoicing, those fierce beasts seemed to be stimulated by something again, broke free from the pressure of the sound of the flute, and continued to attack everyone.

"Back!" Xie Muchen snorted coldly, hooked Qiao Wan's slender waist with her long arms, and led her back quickly, distanced herself from the beast horde.

"There's something wrong with this herd!" Qiao Wan frowned and shouted.

Shielding the coercion again and again is definitely not something ordinary beasts can do.

It seems that this is not a simple beast tide.

"If I don't give you some color today, I'm afraid you don't even know how to write Chu characters!"

With a gloomy expression on Chu Ge's face, he took out a few pills from his bosom and slowly stuffed them into his mouth.

If you look closely, his arms are still shaking.

Qiao Wan's heart sank, and she looked at Chu Ge in disbelief.

He wanted to use the elixir to stimulate the last spiritual power in his body!

Chu Ge, who was already physically exhausted, undoubtedly drove himself to a dead end with such a move.

Even if he was lucky enough to escape alive, he might have to rest for a while.

"Chu Ge!" Xie Muchen's eyes were tearing, and he shouted angrily, "Stop!"

Chu Ge chewed the pill unhurriedly, swallowed it lightly, looked into Xie Muchen's eyes full of anger, and said softly, "Brother, I also want to do something for you."

"Who will use you to do it!" Guan Mingyue's eyes were red, and she wanted to pounce on Chu Ge to spit out the elixir, "You are playing with your life!"

"If Master finds out, he must beat you to death!"

"Then wait until I live to see Master, and I will personally apologize to him." Chu Ge was as gentle as ever, with a clear voice, and wiped away the blood overflowing from his mouth in an unhurried manner.

The next moment, a moon-white figure rushed into the herd of beasts, and with a raised hand, took away a beast.

"Actually...even if Senior Brother Chu wins the battle, those beasts won't know how to write Chu characters." Song Zhuqing said in a low voice with embarrassment flashing across his face.

Crowd: ...

In terms of dismantling the stage, we still have to visit Yuezhuqing.

Looking at the steady stream of beasts, Qiao Wan's temples twitched again and again, suppressing her anger, slowly clenched the moon kite in her hand, and said in a low voice, "If you continue, I'm really going to get angry."

Everyone was taken aback, and looked at Qiao Wan in surprise.

Sword energy surged from Qiao Wan's side, she pulled out the white jade gilt hairpin from her bun, turned the hairpin into a fan, and flew towards the herd of beasts.

The fan swept by, and a small group of ferocious beasts fell down.

Xie Muchen put away his long sword, the nails of his right hand elongated at a speed visible to the naked eye, hooked into sharp claws, and leaned towards the nearest wood-toothed fox.

Chu Ge couldn't last long, Guan Mingyue and Song Zhuqing didn't dare to delay, and quickly launched an attack.

But there were too many fierce beasts, and the five of them gradually became exhausted.

Especially Chu Ge, I am afraid that he has persisted to the limit.

"What should I do..." Guan Mingyue's pink lips trembled slightly, her eyes filled with tears, and her face was full of panic, "We are about to lose it!"

"And us!"

Three Gale Leopards jumped out of the grass, and rushed towards the beast tide with lightning speed.

Followed by, there are three disciples of Yinshan.

"Benefactor Qiao, the little monk is here too." Yong Jing came hurriedly along with three juniors, without even panting, raised a Buddha smile, and bowed to Qiao Wan.

"Everyone..." Qiao Wan froze in place, her beautiful eyes were moist, and she said softly, "This place is dangerous..."

"It's because of the danger that we can't leave you here alone!" Jin Hua wiped the sweat from his forehead, pursed his lips and smiled lightly, "We are friends, how can there be troubles for friends, why should we run for our lives alone?"

"It's not our Hehuan Sect's style to let the Mochizuki Sect take the limelight."

Standing not far away, Huai Jing was dressed in red, with a wanton smile, "No matter what, we have to take a share."

Zhong Linger looked Qiao Wan up and down, telling her that she was not injured, and then laughed together, "Qiao Wan, don't listen to him, we are sincerely here to help you."

Qiao Wan did not suspect him, nodded and smiled.

The number of beast hordes increased again, and everyone hurriedly threw themselves into the battle.

The disciple of Yinshan controlled the beast summoning bell, summoned the spirit beasts in the sect, and bit them together with the group of monsters.

The young monks of Lingshan Temple silently recited the mantra of the golden bell cover, while those of the Hehuan Sect used the hardened monks as sticks and swung them across, killing a monster at random.

When the four cases were added together, the efficiency increased significantly, and the number of monsters decreased rapidly.

Qiao Wan killed the last tiger with her fan and fell to the ground weakly.

It's just that Xie Muchen grabbed his slender wrist before his body fell to the ground.

"The ground is dirty." Xie Muchen waved and threw an animal skin cloak and spread it flat on the ground, "It's ready now."

Qiao Wan bent her eyes and smiled, and sat down on the ground with peace of mind.

Guan Mingyue came over and lay down on the elder brother's cloak, breathing unsteadily, "The knot... is it over?"

"En." Qiao Wan replied, her gaze fell to one side.

After this encounter, except for the four people in Lingshan Temple, the rest of them all had wounds to varying degrees.

(End of this chapter)