My talent is resurrection

Chapter 264 That's it, how can I lose?

Chen Jiu sat on the city wall, scratching his head, feeling a little headache.

There are more and more monks in the city, which is good, but there is also a disadvantage, that is, it is really noisy, there will be conflicts between the monks every now and then, and then some monks in the city rush to call him.

It's not good if Chen Jiu doesn't go, after all, it's hard for others to convince the crowd, and the celestial monks in Tianqiong are busy with their affairs and can't spare their thoughts, so Chen Jiu can only come here in person.

Many times, when Chen Jiu mediates, he will meet acquaintances. It is often two sects that had conflicts before, but they have conflicts again, and sometimes even three or four sects are noisy at the same time.

When encountering this kind of thing, Chen Jiu is really helpless. A cup of tea and a rocking chair can mediate for a whole day just by sitting there.

And the mediation can't be finished in one day, but it's getting late, and several sects have temporarily ceased fighting, and they agreed to come back tomorrow.

Encountered in this situation, Chen Jiu was really helpless.

It's impossible to really punch it, right?
In that case, I don't know how many foreign monks will be upset, and it is even more impossible to drive these monks out of the city.

Most of the angels in the city were unwilling to intervene in these troublesome matters, and the old man with yellow paper even told Chen Jiu with a smile.

"Handling the conflicts between these monks can also be regarded as training your xinxing, so as to save you from wanting to fight if you disagree."

Chen Jiu rolled his eyes, "Before you co-operated with me, there were less evil in the city?"

The yellow paper old man nodded with a smile, "Almost, but not a bad young man, and a ruffian."

Chen Jiu grinned and replied: "If I were a hooligan, I would just beat you old men, and I stole all your pensions."

The old man with yellow paper gestured with his hand and said with a smile, "Go ahead, I'll fold it for you."

Chen Jiu waved his hand, feeling bored, and didn't want to talk to the old man with yellow paper, so he turned and walked away.

In fact, the old man with yellow paper was right. The conflicts and disputes between these monks really exercised Chen Jiu's character, and also exercised his ability to distinguish between good and evil, and to deal with things.

The only downside is that you cannot use gods and men to participate in mediation.

Otherwise, it will be killed directly.

Although there were many conflicts in the city, they did not last for a few days, because all the monks had one of the biggest problems—the monster race outside the city.

The monks did not wait long.

Half a month later, the monster clan came to attack the city aggressively. The army of hundreds of thousands of monster clan was like black clouds pressing down on the city, shaking the ground.

The monks in the city went into battle and garrisoned the top of the city. Most of the monks who participated in the war for the first time looked shocked, silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and faltered.

"This demon clan is...too...too many, right?"

They really didn't expect that there would be so many demon clan troops, no wonder even the border gates had to ask for help like the monks of Tianguang Prefecture.

The old monk in the city was used to this kind of scene, waved his hands and said casually.

"It's okay, these monster army are just paper tigers, I can kill more than a dozen by myself, and the combat power in the realm is very weak."

The foreign monk looked puzzled, "This is serious, doesn't it mean that the monster race is physically strong, and generally speaking, they are stronger than fellow monks?"

The monk in the city waved his hand, "I can still lie to you."

The foreign monk looked suspicious.

The cultivator in the city pointed his hand and continued: "Did that person see it? Do you know him?"

The foreign monk nodded, "Chen Jiu, what's the matter?"

The monk in the city explained: "Chen Jiu is in the Nascent Soul Realm, do you know that?"

The foreign monk replied doubtfully: "Understood, then what?"

The monks in the city nodded.

"Then look good."

When the monster army was ten miles away from the city, Chen Jiu, who was at the highest point of the city, shot away from the city like a sharp arrow under the eyes of everyone, and directly scattered the entire monster army.

When everyone reacted, Chen Jiu had already grabbed the head of a Yaozu Nascent Soul, and with a little force, the soul of the Yaozu Nascent Soul was shattered.

Almost at the same time, more than a dozen monsters in the monster army got up and shot at the same time, besieging and killing Chen Jiu.

All are Nascent Souls.

Chen Jiu bent his body, and his green shirt swayed. Under the green shirt, his martial arts were strong, and his eyes turned suddenly, and they were all golden in an instant.

With a flash of golden light, Chen Jiu disappeared.

More than a dozen Nascent Soul monsters fell to the ground, and everyone looked intently, and one of the Nascent Soul monsters lost its neck and head!
Chen Jiu was already not far away, holding the monster's head in one hand, the golden light filled the air, and his martial arts were superb.

The monk in the city elbowed the foreign monk next to him and said with a smile.

"Look, I was right."

The foreign monk looked dull, pointing at Chen Jiu in doubt.

"Are you all at this level?"

The cultivator in the city crossed his arms and laughed.

"A little worse."

In a blink of an eye, Chen Jiu beheaded another Nascent Soul monster, and it was like entering a land of no one in the entire monster army.

Most of the monks outside the city looked dazed, and it didn't seem to match the Chen Jiu who was smiling and mediating conflicts every day in his impression.

As for those monks who didn't give Chen Jiu a good look, their hearts became more bitter.

No one said that Chen Jiu was so good at fighting. Killing monsters in the same realm was like killing chickens.

Seeing that Chen Jiu was about to kill another Nascent Soul monster again, a sword suddenly came from the sea of ​​water, and it took Chen Jiu's chest straight, stabbing him a thousand meters out and drawing a ravine.

The monks looked horrified.

There are monsters, gods, humans and sword immortals to make a move!
In the sky above the monster army, a big dragon monster has emerged, and the flying sword that stabbed Chen Jiu has returned to its side.

The tip of the sword was bloody.

Tick.

Chen Jiu stabilized his figure, stood up straight, swung his hand, and the blood on the palm spilled into the ground, then Chen Jiu raised his head and smiled at the big sword cultivator.

"Zoo Ma, why didn't you stab me to death with this sword?"

The great sword cultivator named Zou Ma replied with a blank expression on his face.

"No need, you won't die anyway, it's enough to hold you back."

Chen Jiu's golden eyes fluttered, the wound on his hand healed very quickly, and he grinned.

"Do you really think you can stab me to death?"

After Zouma put his hands on his hands, the flying sword suddenly turned around, with the tip of the sword facing Chen Jiu, and said in a flat tone.

"Why not?"

Chen Jiujin's body rose up instantly, like a diamond body, and when he knocked on his chest, there was a clang, and he laughed wildly.

"Come here!"

The monks in the city saw their morale rise suddenly, and their hearts were agitated.

Chen Jiuyuan dared to call Bantianren Jianxiu the great demon in this way, so domineering!
Stretched out one of his hands behind the horse, raised his two fingers together, waved and pointed at Chen Jiu, and replied.

"as you wish."

The flying sword was sharp, trembling, and twisting instantly, and the tip of the sword pointed firmly at Chen Jiu's chest.

Go on a horse and say another sentence.

"The name of the sword is Guanhua."

Feijian has gone.

While walking around watching flowers, he stabbed Chen Jiu in the chest, pierced through the body of the Vajra God, and provoked a bloody flower.

When Feijian was about to advance again, he was pinched by Chen Jiu, who reacted instantly. The huge momentum directly took Chen Jiu back ten miles, and before he crashed into the city, smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The monks in the city looked anxious and looked at Chen Jiu with concern.

The flying sword was so fast that they didn't even realize when Chen Jiu was hit by the sword.

The flying sword "Guanhua" emerged from the smoke and dust, and hung back to the walking horse in an instant.

The smoke dissipated.

Chen Jiu stood under the city pool, dripping with blood, and the golden light remained undiminished.

He raised his head slowly, and a scorching fire suddenly ignited on his fists, and then burned his whole body, like a sharp flying sword just unsheathed, he stretched out his hand towards the walking horse and said with a smile.

"That's it, how can I lose?"

(End of this chapter)