The bald man felt that Hou Zhengyang was definitely not an ordinary person, this life was so fierce that he must be a master outside the world, so he decided to take a good stutter.

So, the bald man coughed, cleared his throat, and said to Hou Zhengyang: "This big brother, since you can't get used to this group of bald donkeys, then why don't we help you solve it, we have guns!"

"Hmph, it's best to kill them!" Hou Zhengyang snorted coldly.

"Yes, big brother!" the bald man hurriedly replied, this guy has now begun to call Zhengyang the eldest brother.

"That's... Hurry up and move the valuable things out to Lao Tzu, or Lao Tzu will start killing people now!"

The bald man took another handful of micro punches, facing the group of monks, ready to kill them.

"Amitabha!"

The white-eyed abbot clasped his hands together, and a deep Sanskrit sound came out of his mouth, and the Sanskrit sound was like thunder, resounding in all directions, the surrounding woods were rustling, and the ground was trembling slightly.

Then, the white-eyed abbot stretched out his right palm and gently pushed forward.

A fierce gust of wind suddenly swept away in all directions, and a hurricane blew through the entire woods!

For a while, the wind was blowing, everyone couldn't open their eyes, and there seemed to be countless pairs of golden hands in the sky overwhelmingly pressing down.

"Ah!!h

Countless screams suddenly rang out.

In less than a breath, all the strong men who came to rob fell to the ground, like dead dogs, unconscious in an instant!

"Meta... Yuan infant master !!"

Hou Zhengyang shouted loudly, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably violently.

As a core disciple of the Yin Yang Sect, Hou Zhengyang has naturally seen Yu Wenhao's shot, and this time he saw such an amazing palm power, Hou Zhengyang knew that only a master of the Yuan Infant Stage could use it!

He couldn't believe that in a secular world, there would be a master of the Yuan Infant Stage!

But now that the facts are in front of him, Hou Zhengyang's frightened soul flew out of the sky in an instant, who is this old bald donkey?

But at this time, Hou Zhengyang didn't have time to think about it so much, he felt that if he stayed here any longer, he would definitely die, so Hou Zhengyang turned his head and ran into the dense forest next to him.

This goods actually ran away!

Liu Ling'er was also shocked, that is a master of the Yuan Infant Stage!

There are not a few masters in the entire Xuefeng Mountain, but she didn't expect to see one in the secular world today!

"Whew!" Liu Ling'er patted her chest and exhaled lightly, fortunately, there was a master to rescue her today, otherwise she and Ye Fan might really have to explain here.

However, Liu Linger was a little curious, why did this white-eyed abbot say that Yefan had a relationship with the Buddha?

After the white-eyed abbot slapped a palm, his face was still unwavering, and he couldn't see his anger, but said lightly: "Amitabha, tie up all these people who have fallen, remember not to hurt their lives!"

"Yes!" a group of warrior monks replied.

"Thanks... Thank you, Master!" Liu Ling'er hurriedly got up and bowed deeply to the white-eyed abbot.

"Meeting is fate, and the female donor doesn't need to say thank you!"

The white-eyed abbot said lightly, then walked in front of Ye Fan, helped him up, and then stretched out his right palm, put it against Ye Fan's back, and began to help Ye Fan heal.

Ye Fan, who was in a daze, suddenly felt a vast energy coming from his body, and he was suddenly shocked.

Suddenly, the white-eyed abbot frowned.

"This is..."

While healing Ye Fan's injuries, he suddenly found that in the center of Ye Fan's dantian, there was a cloud of pale red energy, which was rotating at a high speed.

The pale red energy is also extremely pure and active, and there is also a faint breath of extremely pure Buddhism from it!

......

Half an hour later.

Hou Zhengyang exerted his speed like a mad dog, ran wildly all the way, and finally ran to a more prosperous section.

At this moment, Hou Zhengyang's whole body was still as black as charcoal, and blood was constantly overflowing from his mouth, obviously receiving extremely serious internal injuries.

He snatched a cell phone from a passing unlucky bastard, and immediately made a call to the people from the Yin Yang Gate.

"Sorry, the phone you made is off!"

Hou Zhengyang dialed it continuously, even if it passed, the result was the same, and he couldn't get through!

Hou Zhengyang's face was a little gloomy again, and the phone couldn't get through, which showed that those disciples sent by the Yin Yang Sect to the secular world had all been killed by Ouyang Tianshi and Gan Ning!

"Damn!" Hou Zhengyang scolded, anxious.

I thought that the task of being captured would be captured, but I didn't expect it to develop like this in the end, and even Du Yuanlong was killed.

And when he saw that he could kill that kid, he suddenly killed a super old bald donkey on the way!

This is really a bloody mold!

Hou Zhengyang coughed, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face was instantly as pale as paper.

No more!

Urging the Sumeru Divine Light twice in a row, coupled with the punch he had just been punched by Ye Fan, Hou Zhengyang felt that the injuries in his body were about to be uncontrollable, and if he dragged on any longer, his life would really be in danger.

Now the people of the Yin Yang Gate can't be contacted, and the only way is to catch a few women over, and then find a quiet place to collect yin and replenish yang, so as to delay the injuries in the body.

However, this section of the road seems to be a little more prosperous than before, but it is still very biased, there are not many men, where to find women?

Suddenly, Hou Zhengyang's eyes swept and saw a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup and a round waist not far away.

Damn, there's no way, it's her!

Hou Zhengyang made up his mind, forcibly held back the nausea in his heart, and came to the middle-aged woman's side with an arrow, ready to drag her to the grass on the side.

If it were normal times, Hou Zhengyang would naturally not choose this middle-aged woman, because he has not yet reached the point of being hungry, even the women he uses to make up for it are all first-class beauties.

But at this time and that time, now Hou Zhengyang's injury is too serious, and there is no choice.

"Fuck Nima, dare to rape the old lady, the old lady kicks your basket!" The middle-aged woman was extremely strong, and after a scream, she kicked directly towards Hou Zhengyang's crotch!

"Ahh

Hou Zhengyang screamed, then looked at the middle-aged woman with an extremely gloomy face, and slashed over with a knife......

It wasn't until the next morning that Yefan finally opened his eyes from the coma.

I only felt a warm feeling all over my body, and my upper body was wrapped with a lot of bandages.

"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, you finally woke up! How do you feel?" Liu Ling'er beside her grabbed Ye Fan's arm for the first time, and asked with concern on her pretty face.

Ye Fan shook his head, gradually remembering what happened before he fell unconscious.

At that time, it seemed that he hit Hou Zhengyang with a punch, and then he was also hit by a palm, and then he didn't know anything.

"I... I'm not dead, where is this?" Ye Fan asked, feeling his head still groggy.

"Fool, of course you're not dead! It was this master who saved you!" Liu Ling'er said, pointing to the white-eyed abbot on the side.

"Good, good, the little donor's nature is really different from ordinary people, and he woke up so quickly. The white-eyed abbot said with a pleasant face.

Ye Fan slowly turned his head, looked around, and saw that standing not far from him was an old monk with white eyebrows, followed by a young monk.

"This is here?" asked Ye Fan in a daze.

The white-eyed abbot stepped forward and grabbed Ye Fan's arm with his large, wrinkled hand.

Ye Fan suddenly struck a spirit, only to feel a thick inner rush into his body, and the warm feeling was a little stronger again.

The next moment, a hint of surprise appeared on the face of the white-eyed abbot, when he was treating Ye Fan's injuries before, he knew that Ye Fan's internal injuries were extremely serious, but after such serious internal injuries, it was only a day, and he had actually healed?

However, Ye Fan's heart trembled, and he suddenly judged that this kind old monk was definitely a super master!

No wonder I woke up and felt a warm feeling in my body, it should be this old monk who was using his internal strength to help him heal.

"Master, did you save me?" Ye Fan asked.