Immortal Loves Cat Also

It seemed very funny when Qingwu said this, but the monk stood by her, and Jiang Ren and others couldn't laugh anyway.

Jiang Ren glanced at other companions, including his brother, and saw that they were silent. He bit his teeth and didn't want to say anything, but he was stopped by Jiang Yuan's hand.

"Ah yuan, what are you doing?" Jiang Ren gave a low cry.

Jiang Yuan didn't explain, just glanced at his hand.

Just now, Jiang Ren wanted to reach out and point to Qingwu, but he was beaten by the monk. He didn't break his hand, but left a deep bone wound on his wrist, and the wound couldn't heal anyway. There was a black gas lingering around the wound, which stimulated Jiang Ren's pain.

Jiang Yuan knew that the reason why her brother's wound couldn't grow together was because of the black Qi.

It's like magic Qi, but it's different from the magic Qi He's seen, let alone ghost Qi.

Jiang Yuan could not judge for a moment, and there was no way to dispel the black air. He knew it was not a wise move to fight with the man at this time, but he was unwilling to ask him to leave like this.

"Looks like you don't want to stop?" When Qingwu saw that they didn't mean to leave, his face sank slightly, and the spirit power in his hand condensed a long sword.

Jiang Ren looked at Qing Niang beside her, didn't speak, and her face was ugly.

While the others looked at the monk with fear in their eyes, they looked at more than a dozen people on their side and seemed to think there was hope, so they didn't step back. On the contrary, when Qingwu condensed the long sword, they also showed their tails behind them.

Most of the dozen people who came to catch Qing Niang and ah Feng were one tail, only a few three tails, while the men who persuaded Qing Niang and Jiang Yuan were five tails.

When Qingwu saw that there were no seven tails, she was actually a little relieved. She only knew that the monks were powerful, but she didn't know how powerful the monks were. Now she was relieved to see that there were no seven tails among these people. Five tails were nothing to her. It was seven tails who really had the power to fight with her.

Of course, ah Feng is an exception.

"Together?" Qingwu raised her eyebrows, held qingniang aside, and looked at the group of foxes in front of her. Her eyes were not afraid, and even eager to try.

Fall in the eyes of Jiang Ren and others, it seems that she is too frivolous.

"But a little civet, with a thousand years of cultivation, thinks he's great?" Jiang Ren snorted coldly, stood up with the pain of her wrist and looked at Qingwu with obvious anger in his eyes.

Jiang Yuan also loosened his hand holding his brother and stood aside. The five tails behind him were fierce, but they were facing the monk. The two five tails were all monks, and the rest looked at Qingwu and qingniang.

Qingwu took half a step forward, blocked Qing Niang behind him, smiled and whispered, "I'm enough. You don't have to look at her."

Those people were instantly angered by her words. With a cold hum of disdain, more than a dozen tails were thrown at Qingwu, and two of Jiang Ren's tails did go to qingniang.

When Qingwu saw this scene, his eyes were cold, his whole body momentum was frozen, his wrist turned slightly, and a long sword danced fast and ruthlessly.

The advantage of the civet family is that it is fast enough. When more than a dozen tails envelop her, she moves slightly, and only sees a silver shadow shuttling between her tails.