"Is it possible that master wants to help that fantasy beast tribe member?" Seeing this scene, Tan Yangzhi was so surprised that he even held his breath and asked in disbelief.
Chunying couldn't figure out Qin Dong's thoughts at this time. She just felt that Qin Dong was furious now and almost lost his mind. If he got angry, one of those hundreds of monks would be seriously injured if not dead. And looking at Qin Dong's violent figure, which was like a shooting star chasing the moon without stopping at all, it seemed that he had no intention of showing mercy at all.
"Hehe... This credit belongs to me!" Among the hundreds of monks, a sixth-level guy suddenly jumped out. He stared at the golden bird with greedy eyes and punched with infinite spiritual power. He jumped over the crowd and smashed towards the golden bird.
Among the monks, there were few who could compete with him. They were taken advantage of by him. Although they were angry, they had no choice but to mix their anger with a little envy. They watched helplessly as these sixth-level monks took this opportunity. A huge achievement has been collected.
"Seeking death!" Just as the sixth-level monk became more and more excited, he shouted like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, resounding through the sky. Everyone was shaken by the loud shouts, their ears buzzed, and their blood boiled in their hearts. Before they could react, they were horrified to see the sixth-level monk who was about to attack. He was like a kite with its string broken, screaming miserably. It flew upside down in the air. The monks didn't see how he was attacked at all, but they all clearly saw that the sixth-level monk's chest was covered with blood, and blood was spurting out from his mouth. Even if he was immortal, he would still be disabled, and they would all fall down one after another. Cool down. Just now I was envious, jealous, and resentful, but now I have lingering fears and a secret feeling of luck. [
Seeing that this sixth-level monk almost took Mi Fen's life, how could Qin Dong not hate him? Anger surged in his chest, and he couldn't care less. This palm used nearly 70% of his cultivation level, and it was clear that he was going to take the life of the sixth-level monk.
The desperate Mifen fell rapidly, thinking that her life was at stake. She was feeling sad in her heart, when a pair of strong arms supported her plummeting figure. A sense of security full of warmth and kindness immediately enveloped Miffin. Like a boat drifting in the stormy waves, Miffin seemed to have sailed into a quiet harbor. Her heart, which was originally extremely uneasy, suddenly became peaceful. Quite a few.
"Brother!" Mifen turned around and saw her familiar face. She was so excited that she couldn't help but shed tears.
Qin Dong's mood at this time can be said to be full of lingering fears. Just a little bit, Mifen was about to be hurt again. This made Qin Dong, who had vowed never to let Mifen suffer any harm again, feel scared and guilty.
"Ferner! Let me see if you are injured?" Qin Dong said nervously.
Mifen chuckled and said, "No, no, brother, don't worry about me."
Mi Fen said no, but in fact, facing the siege of hundreds of monks, Mi Fen was not Qin Dong, how could he not be hurt at all? Just by looking at the uncongealed blood at the corner of her mouth, one could tell that not only was she injured, but she was also seriously injured.
"Hey, who are you? How can you be so brave and dare to help this..." Qin Dong was heartbroken because Mi Fen was injured, but a sixth-level monk with no eyesight came up to him at this moment. Pointing at Qin Dong's nose, he asked loudly.