The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

"Money!"

Cen Baihe discovered that it was not the child's hand that was grasping, but Qi Yan's **** arm. He had never seen money with such an ugly face, this face was almost transparent, without a trace of blood.

He saw Qian Qian smile at him, pushed his hand away, pinched a finger at the speed of his invisible hand, and patted his eyes together with both hands. In an instant, the blood at the front of the battle line seemed to be alive, spreading to the entire battle line.

"Roar!"

Bai Hu let out a deafening cry, the chain on his body broke in response, and his body emitted a white light. The blood mist dispersed little by little, and the night breeze gently blew across his cheeks, and the moon and stars were thin and infinitely beautiful.

The four phantom beasts bowed to Qi Yan who was half-kneeling on the ground, and then all flew up to the sky, revived and returned to the mountain.

"The moon is so beautiful today," Qi Yan propped on the ground with his uninjured hands, turned his head to look at Cen Baihe, his eyes were dark and bright, "It's a pity, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and there is no time to eat moon cakes."

Cen Baihe stretched out his trembling hands, and when he was about to support him, Qi Yan smiled at him, leaned forward, and fell into the talisman formation painted with blood. Just the moment he fell, the originally dark Wangxiang Town regained its light, and the Jitian Formation and the Suohu Formation disappeared without a trace at the same time.

"Money..." Cen Baihe thought he had a loud voice, but the voice he squeezed out of his throat could only be heard by him.

"Money, money, money!"

"Money, what's wrong with you?!"

Master Zhao opened his eyes and saw a scene he would never forget.

The famous Cen Wuye in the imperial capital was full of horror, and he crawled toward the center of the formation. Qi Yan lay in the formation of the Jiuding Qiankun formation, soaked in blood, and became a veritable blood man.

He reached out and touched his forehead, where there was a drop of semi-dry blood. After a long pause, he finally realized that when Qi Yan talked about the Jiuding Universe Array yesterday, where did his feeling of something wrong come from. Because Qi Yan's words were too simple and easy, even with the help of noble people, it was impossible to destroy two serial formations that had been spawned by hundreds of thousands of lives in such a simple way.

Using the purple energy as the force, break the shackles of the tiger formation, and then use the spiritual energy, blood, and purple energy as sacrifices to exchange the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, and accelerate the completion and end of the sacrifice formation. As long as the heavens received the sacrifices he needed, the Jitian Formation would lose its original effectiveness.

"Don't move him," Master Zhao spit out blood, clutching his chest and said to Cen Baihe, "He used his spiritual energy too much, and his body couldn't bear such a load, so he exploded and was seriously injured. If you touch him, it is equivalent to using The knife is cutting his meat."

Generally, in such a situation, the monk can't survive.

But when he saw Cen Baihe's almost **** eyes, he couldn't say these words. I always feel that when I say this, the seemingly sane man in front of me will collapse.

"Money..."

Cen Baihe knelt on the soil covered with Qi Yan's blood, carefully stretched out his hand and brushed away a few strands of **** hair on Qi Yan's forehead, not looking at Master Zhao: "Save him."

Master Zhao stood silently: "I'm sorry."

"Amitabha Buddha." Abbot Yun stood up holding the stick, saw the miserable situation in front of him, closed his eyes and clasped his hands together without saying a word.

Cen Baihe turned his head to look at these masters who were saved by Qianqian, with a gloomy face: "Why can't you save him? Are you not respected masters?!" At this moment, he has no education and demeanor, and has become an innocent person. Reasonable ordinary people.

The eight masters were staring at them with eyes like Cen Baihe, and all bowed their heads.

As monks, they all knew that in a situation like Qi Yan, there was only one end, and that would be death. Master Qi rescued them, but they couldn't help Master Qi, they could only watch him suffer all the pain, and finally walked into death.

The moonlight fell on each of them, but no one wanted to appreciate the beauty that was beautiful enough to shock people's hearts.

Cen Baihe has never experienced this kind of feeling, that kind of empty heart, but the pain is so painful that he can't tell. He choked his throat and his eyes were as hot as burning. He didn't know what he had lost, he just felt that the whole world had lost its color, and only by looking at the money on the ground could he feel a sense of peace in his empty heart.

Just when everyone thought Qi Yan had passed away, Cen Baihe saw Qian Qian's fingers move.

Qi Yan grew up so big, and never felt that his whole body passed through like this, the taste of being burnt for a while, and frozen for a while, so sour that it can't be described in words. He felt that the position he was lying down must be wrong, and he wanted to turn over and continue to sleep. As a result, his whole body seemed to be pressed by a ghost and he couldn't move at all.

I don't know how long it took, he felt the ice and fire merge together, turning into a warm current, swimming through his limbs and eight veins, his whole body seemed to be soaked in a hot spring, and he was extremely comfortable.

"Satellite monitoring is normal!" Zhao Zhicheng looked out the window. In the dark night, the street lamps emitted a soft light, illuminating the way home for everyone.

"The power supply has also returned to normal." He took out his cell phone and took a look. The signal of the cell phone was full, and the aura monitoring instruments were all normal, as if the malfunction in the previous few hours was just his illusion.

"Successful, Master Qi and they succeeded!"

There was no death, no large-scale weird incident occurred, and they were greeted by the most beautiful moonlight on a new day.

Zhao Zhi had reluctantly suppressed his extremely excited mood, turned his head and said to Gao Ronghua: "Team Gao, arrange an ambulance immediately." He is now both excited and scared, because the lives of the people on this land have been saved, and how about those masters? In this way, he didn't even know.

At six o'clock in the morning, Zhao Zhicheng and Gao Ronghua took the team members and medical staff up the mountain on time. Before reaching the destination, they smelled a faint **** smell. Zhao Zhicheng's complexion changed and couldn't help speeding up.

When they really rushed to the scene, everyone was shocked when they saw the land that had been infested by blood.

Eight masters were sitting on the ground in a circle, and the five masters Cen and Qi, who were surrounded by them, sat and lay down. It seemed that the situation was a little bad. Zhao Zhicheng hesitated for a while, approaching these masters cautiously, only to see the large formation drawn on the ground with talisman paper and blood. Even if time passed for several hours, he could still feel the rich aura from this great formation.

"Master Qi... how is it?"

The morning breeze made Zhao Zhicheng's arms feel a little cold, but none of this could compare to Qi Yan's heart cold when he could see that he was covered in blood.

He was stunned for several seconds, then turned his head and said to the medical staff: "Quick, come on."

Don't cause any deaths!

Because Qi Yan was covered in blood, the medical staff didn't know where he was injured, so when he carried Qi Yan on a stretcher, he was extra careful for fear of causing secondary injury to the injured.

"Sir, please rest assured, we will take good care of the injured," the nurse explained when seeing a very good-looking man following them into the ambulance, "the mountain road here is steep, and you will feel uncomfortable sitting in the car. "

Cen Baihe's face was even more ugly after hearing this: "Since the road conditions are so bad, can the patient lie in the car?"

"This..." The nurse was also a little dumbfounded, and didn't know what to do for a while.

"You should check him first," Cen Baihe took out his cell phone, "I will solve the rest."

Half an hour later, everyone heard the sound of the helicopter, and the nurse was a little surprised: "Why is there a helicopter here?" As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Cen Baihe jump out of the ambulance and gesture into the air.

Cen Baihe turned his head and said to Zhao Zhicheng: "My special plane has been parked at Xugou Airport. I hope you can communicate with relevant departments so that my plane can take off successfully in one and a half hours."

"Okay, I'll apply to my superiors right away." Zhao Zhicheng agreed, then turned around and sent a message to the superiors. Soon there was a reply from the superior, saying that he would do everything he could to treat the master who was dedicated to the country, and he should not be negligent.

Soon Qi Yan was put on a helicopter, and when he arrived at the Xugou City Airport, he was put on Cen Baihe's private plane and flew directly to the Imperial Capital Airport.

As soon as the plane took off here, the ambulance was already waiting at the Imperial Capital Airport. As long as Qi Yan got off the plane, they would give him the best treatment.

"Master, can we fly with swords after we finish our training?"

"No, it is not Taoist priests who can fly in the sky, only birds and airplanes."

Qi Yan seemed to hear the sound of the plane taking off, but the feeling of bathing in hot springs was so comfortable that he didn't want to open his eyes at all.

In the darkness, as if someone had grabbed his hand, he thought to himself, even if he fell asleep and fell into the bottom of the hot spring water, someone should pull him up, right? Thinking of this, he went to sleep without worry.

"Bohe." When the Cen family arrived at the hospital, Qi Yan had already been sent to the emergency room.

Third Brother Cen looked at his desperate brother, bent over and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, Master Qi is so powerful, there will be nothing wrong with him."

"Brother Cen..." Cen Baihe looked up at Brother Cen blankly, staring at the doorway of the emergency room for several seconds, "The doctor said that Qianqian has lost too much blood and is still trying to rescue him."

"He kept saying that his hand hurts, so I asked me to blow, but I ignored him."

"It is my fault."

"If...I just grabbed his hand earlier..."

"Bohe?" Cen Sange noticed something wrong with his younger brother's mental state. He put his hands on Cen Baihe's shoulders, "Bohe, this has nothing to do with you, it's not to blame you!"

"Three brothers..." Cen Baihe bent down, holding his head, and said in a choked voice: "If something really happened to money, what should I do?"

This sentence seemed to hit Sange Cen with a heavy blow. He stared at his brother in a daze, not knowing what to say.

When did his proud and calm brother show such a helpless appearance?

In addition to the Cen family, there were eight masters outside the rescue room, as well as Zhao Zhicheng, Gao Ronghua, and Xiang Qiang. All of them stared at the door of the emergency room with scorching eyes, hoping to get good news.

After a few hours, the lights in the rescue room finally went out, and several tired doctors walked out. Facing the look of everyone’s expectations, the doctor who walked in the front shook his head: “The patient has recovered his basic vital characteristics, but he has lost too much blood and needs to be observed in the intensive care unit to see if he can heal... It's easy to say."

"Thank you," Zhao Zhicheng bowed to the doctor. "The wounded inside was injured like this for the country, and he is a rare talent. Please do your best."

"Captain Zhao, I can understand your feelings," the doctor said with a touch of expression, "please rest assured, our expert team will do our best to treat."

When Zhao Zhicheng turned his head, he saw Cen Baihe sticking to the door, looking into the rescue room through the glass window that was only a palm.