Everyone looked at Lu Xiaojin with different expressions.
The monks in Butian Pavilion were slightly surprised, but the surprise soon subsided and they were no longer surprised.
After all, Lu Xiaojin often punched his senior brothers and kicked the elders in Butian Pavilion.
Lu Feng's face was full of disbelief, and he was a little confused.
A warmth surged in his heart.
My sister still loves me, remembers my request, and teaches Li Xuantong a lesson in front of so many people... Lu Feng was happy, a little proud, glanced at Li Xuantong, and snorted in his heart.
Junior sister, you, Li Xuantong, are not good at snatching painting clothes from me!
Zhao Wujiang coughed without leaving a trace. He did not expect Lu Xiaojin to take action directly, but he understood that Lu Xiaojin must have his own reasons for taking action.
Faced with the dissatisfaction of everyone before, he was not worried at all.
Because half of those who possess the eight magical powers can be considered his people.
They are all his people, why should everyone fight with him?
But Zhao Wujiang quickly narrowed his eyes. He looked sideways at Xuanyuan Jing and found that Xuanyuan Jing had been staring at him and seemed to have seen something.
Isn't it too accurate for a woman to be direct? Zhao Wujiang pretended to be calm but felt guilty and said:
"What's wrong?"
Xuanyuan Jing rolled his eyes at him and remained silent.
"Wow, Lao Zhao, I didn't expect what Lu Xiaojin said was true." Li Chunjun didn't notice anything was wrong in the atmosphere at all. He came over with a mysterious look on his face and whispered:
"Lu Xiaojin helped me before..."
What the hell...Zhao Wujiang kept winking at Li Chunjun, trying to get him to shut up.
Li Chunjun's expression changed, he reacted, and he coughed:
"It seems that most of them are interested in me."
Li Chunjun, who had no acting skills and didn't know much about lying, made Zhao Wujiang purse his lips when he deliberately concealed his words.
Xuanyuan Jing looked into Zhao Wujiang's eyes and pursed his lips slightly.
Li Chunjun scratched his head. After humming for a long time, he couldn't think of anything else to say. He could only hold back two words and emphasized the fact that Lu Xiaojin might like him:
"real."
Zhao Wujiang raised his forehead slightly.
"When did it happen?" Xuanyuan Jing asked.
Zhao Wujiang, who knows well that there will be leniency for those who confess and strictness for concealment, said frankly:
"A few hours ago."
"When she was chasing you?" Xuanyuan Jing murmured again.
"Yeah." Zhao Wujiang nodded.
Xuanyuan Jing took a deep breath and said in a somewhat resentful tone:
"It's pretty awesome."
Zhao Wujiang remained silent, with a well-behaved look on his face.
Li Chunjun, who learned that he seemed to have said something wrong, originally avoided the conversation between the two, but he found that the light group containing magical powers he had obtained before was constantly fading and seemed to be about to disappear.
He came forward and reminded:
"Something doesn't seem right."
Zhao Wujiang and Xuanyuan Jing also noticed something was wrong. The lavender light group was getting weaker and weaker, and was gradually disappearing, and the magical power in it was also disappearing.
It wasn't just the three of them who noticed a problem.
The other monks who obtained the light group, such as Lu Xiaojin and others, all discovered something was wrong with the light group.
At the same time, the entire cave began to shake, and cracks appeared on the stone walls.
The ground began to shake, and everyone gradually became unsteady on their feet.
"Let's go!" Zhao Wujiang suddenly became panicked and felt a palpitation in his heart, as if something big was about to happen.
Xuanyuan Jing held a folding fan in his hand and chanted softly:
"Mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away."
As soon as the folding fan was closed again, she, Zhao Wujiang and Li Chunjun appeared outside the Qinglong Statue, surrounded by darkness.
Zhao Wujiang suddenly raised his head. Above the sky, two blood moons hung high, like the blood pupils of giant beasts. Moreover, the two blood moons were getting bigger and bigger, and seemed to be approaching them.
There were constant violent spiritual energy fluctuations around the Azure Dragon Statue, and monks escaping appeared one after another.
Someone is shouting:
"Zhang Delu is crazy. He suddenly went on a murderous rampage and killed a strong man from the Sirius clan."
Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a chill filled his heart.
The blood moon on the sky is getting closer and closer, and countless strange creatures in the dark night are running quickly from all directions on the earth.
At the same time, the ground around the Qinglong Statue was also cracking, and it seemed that something was rolling under the ground.
