Ye Fan Huoran raised his head, his dark and deep eyes were as bright as a galaxy of stars, and he pursed the corners of his mouth again, and said to himself, "I have to prepare something first." ”

Half an hour later, in front of the old paper.

Bang ...... ......

A van that was about to fall apart stopped, and Lao Bi, who had a big belly, opened the car door and jumped down, stroked his arms, and looked around, and the ground shrouded in darkness could only hear the whining wind.

Pulling the collar of his coat, Lao Bi raised his voice and shouted, "Ye girl, I'm here." ”

When the sound fell, a figure suddenly came out of the darkness, and he jumped up in fright.

"Lao Bi, it's me. Ye Fan stepped forward, spread out his white and tender little hands, and said, "Did you bring the thing?"

"The elusiveness almost scared me to death. Lao Bi muttered, turned around and took out a cross-body yellow backpack from the car, similar to the bag carried by a Taoist priest on TV, and handed it to Ye Fandao: "Na, this is what you want." ”

Ye Fan took it, opened the satchel, took out a black robe from it, shook it in his hand, and raised his eyebrows: "Black robe?"

"Ahem, it's hard to find you an orthodox robe for a while, this black robe is still my friend's treasure, it is made of black dog blood, rooster blood and other yang things after 7749 days, a wonderful talisman to deal with yin and evil, I took advantage of his inattention to steal it for you. Lao Bi said that there were vigorous words, but his little eyes were dripping.

"I believe you. Ye Fan knew that his words were watery, but he still put on the black robe, which was better than nothing.

The black robe fits quite well, it doesn't look like a Taoist priest, but like a grim reaper, and it is quite worthy of her identity as a messenger.

Ye Fan pulled his robe and took out a mask from his satchel, which was a Zhong Kui mask made of special materials, which had been enshrined in front of Zhong Tianshi's spirit.

Ye Fan held the mask in both hands and reverently recited silently: "Today, there is a yin and evil evil, disturbing the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, disciple Ye Fan, please ask the 'Blessed Town House Holy Monarch' to give spiritual help." ”

When the sound fell, Zhong Kui's mask was full of light, as if he had come to life, it automatically flew up from Ye Fan's hands, and then tightly attached to her face, at that moment, Ye Fan's body was full of might, and the surrounding yin wailed, and the wind suddenly rose, it really seemed like Zhong Kui's Heavenly Master was in the world.

Lao Bi hid in the back of the van, his hands blocking the light, his face full of shock.

Then the light converged, the power dissipated, and it returned to calm.

Ye Fan's face was wearing Zhong Kui's mask, wearing a black robe, standing in the dark, looking so mysterious, she stroked the sleeves of her robe, and nodded secretly: This outfit is in line with her identity as a messenger.

In addition to the black robe and Zhong Kui's mask, there is also a Sanqing bell in the satchel, and the upper end of the bell handle is in the shape of a mountain.

Ye Fan picked it up, shook it, and made a sound of a bell bell and a clear spirit, the so-called vibration law bell, the god and ghost Xianqin.

"And this hundred-year-old peachwood sword, the best product I just gotten, I brought it to you before I even warmed it up. Lao Bi handed over a peachwood sword with his backhand, and said reluctantly, this is not a joke, it is really distressing, although he loves money, but a hundred-year-old peachwood sword is hard to find, and it will be gone.

"Hundred-year-old peach wood sword?" Ye Fan's eyes lit up, and he quickly snatched it over, and wiped the middle finger of his left index finger together, feeling an extremely powerful aura of supreme yang and rigidity.

Ye Fan's cultivation of the "Dao Yuan Jue" is the Dao Yuan Sect, the cultivated vitality is both yin and yang, rigid and soft, with the help of the peach wood sword, her strength can be more than doubled.