Du Su was worthy of being the host, and the answer he came up with was the same as Ji Changze guided him in the same direction.
It's just that Du Su was willing to think so, but the disciples who had witnessed Xiao Yuanqing being pushed out could not agree with this.
If they hadn't robbed them quickly, where could Yuan Qing survive, but Ji Changze had just made it clear that they had saved them, so they didn't dare to argue.
The zombies outside had been cleaned up, but the disciples did not leave the hall.
On the one hand, I was afraid that I would run into a monster again, and on the other hand, the hands that Ji Changze showed just now shocked them.
Especially the injured disciples. Seeing Ji Changze stretched out his fingers far away, there was nothing, but they obviously felt the squeezing sensation around the wound.
When the black blood was squeezed out, until the last red blood, there was only one sentence left in everyone's heart: This is unscientific.
Even if they are Taoist priests, but Tian Haiguan believes in martial arts, and even doesn't believe in internal strength, and suddenly came out like this, how can he not be shocked and surprised, and think that he is still dreaming.
Therefore, even if the host did not arrange, all the disciples still subconsciously stayed where they were, quietly looking at the elder sitting in the upper part of Jieyin.
Ji Changze had been sitting motionless on it for an hour to absorb aura. Now this world should just have aura, which is a bit difficult to breathe. If it weren't for him, he would have to breathe for a whole day to barely fill the Dan Sea.
But this point can also be used.
The disciples underneath found that the uncle Shi/Uncle Shizu who looked like a stone sculpture had finally moved. When they subconsciously looked at it, they could clearly see Ji Changze slowly lowering his hands. It was obvious that the door of the temple had been closed, but there was a gust of wind out of thin air in the temple, slowly blowing towards him. he.
When he stood up, the white robe on his body was blown and floated backwards, showing the posture of a hermit master.
If this picture is not enough to be awe-inspiring, then he is like before, and after a light touch of his foot, he floats to the ground, all the disciples subconsciously respect and bow their heads.
"Uncle Master."
"Uncle Master."
"Ok."
There is also a younger disciple who hasn't been shocked, so how strong are they, but so many of them watched Uncle Master push Yuanqing to the front.
Seeing that everyone was silent and afraid to mention it, he stood up and shouted: "Uncle Master, just now..."
Ji Changze raised his eyes and grabbed his right hand to the ground. A wooden sword that fell on the ground in the distance reached him and was held in the palm of his hand.
disciple:"..."
He swallowed and dared not speak.
He doesn't talk about it, Ji Changze still wants to talk about it.
He turned around and looked at the little Dao Tong who was being held by Yuan Heng, who was fascinated by the loss of blood.
Du stunned and asked: "Uncle Master, why do you want to treat Yuan Qing like this? I've heard them all. If it wasn't for other disciples to snatch it in time, I'm afraid Yuan Qing's life would be gone."
Ji Changze shook his head, ashamed, his eyes were complicated, he opened his mouth and closed his mouth again, and finally sighed. Without explaining, he only admitted: "It is indeed my fault."
The pusher must not be washed away. With so many eyes looking at it, even if he can turn black into white with one mouth, it will not wash away the memories of so many people.
That being the case, it's better to admit it happily.
The face is full of "I have a secret, but I just don't say".
Du Su felt more and more convinced of his guess: "Master, could it be that you are in a hurry to go to Master Master Sculpture? Just now, the disciples have heard what they said, and Master Shu pushed Yuan Qing away and immediately went to Master Master Sculpture. Could it be that ..."
He raised his head to look at the sculpture of the ancestor master, his tone gradually affirmed: "What's the matter on this?"
Otherwise, why does the uncle have to be on top to help the injured disciple heal.
The bleach was handed to his eyes, but Ji Changze directly refused to accept it.
"Sculptures do have things, but Yuan Qing... I missed it."
He looked at the Taoist boy who was sleeping with tears on his face, his eyes flashed with guilt, and he said in a deep voice, "I'm going to the sculpture, and I can't tell my mind to take care of Yuanqing. I wanted to send him to Yuanhuan. ."
Du Su was unaware of the situation at the time, and the faces of the disciples who had only experienced the thrills were surprised.
Yuan Huan is a big brother of this generation. He is eighteen years old this year, and regardless of martial arts, the danger around him has been cleared from the position where he just stood. It is indeed safe for Yuan Qing to be sent to him.
And Ji Changze's direction when he lost Yuanqing was indeed Yuanhuan's side.
It seemed that this answer seemed reasonable, but the problem was that Yuan Huan, as the senior brother, stood at the outermost periphery just to protect the junior brothers.
And Yuan Qing was at the innermost side, and the distance between them was more than a few meters. How could it be thrown to Yuan Huan if it was thrown by people alone.
Yuan Heng said: "Uncle Master, Big Brother is too far away from the little Junior Brother, right?"
Du Su was very quick to react.
"Since Uncle Shi can deliver the little Junior Brother to you just now, it means that he has this ability..." Hey, that's not right, but Uncle Shi has missed it.
He was just now, but he directly pushed the junior brother into a dangerous situation.
Looking at the guilt in Ji Changze's eyes again, all the things that just happened flashed through Dusu's mind one by one. What he thought of, he asked carefully:
"Uncle Master, have you just missed it?"
"No."
Ji Changze shook his head: "I was anxious just now and forgot that I didn't get the spiritual power stored on the sculpture."
Deposit... Spiritual power? ? ? !
The people present were all young people. How did they not know the word spiritual power, and coupled with Ji Changze's anti-Newton operation before, immediately everyone's heartbeat accelerated a bit, and all of them held their breath and looked nervously at this always-unity. Reliable elders.
"Spirit, spiritual power?"
"Uncle Master, are you talking about the kind of spiritual power? It's in the TV series, in the fairy movie?"
Ji Changze nodded deeply.
In an instant, the disciples fry the pot.
Although I had guessed about Master Uncle's singular abilities before, I guessed it and confessed to him personally that it would definitely feel different.
In their complex expressions mixed with a little excitement, a little dazedness, and a little shock, Ji Changze turned his back, stood with his hands, and looked at the grandpa standing tall, and sighed.
"Since the world has changed, I won't hide it from you anymore."
"Our view of the sea is actually a cultivator."