Ye Fan leaned back and looked at the open door of the conference room quietly.

Three unkempt, scruffy Oriental faces came into view, and these beggar-like visitors turned out to be Indians!

Indian dervishes!?

"Master Mohan!" Bahamat stood up, crossed his hands over his shoulders, and nodded slightly to the old man in the lead.

This master of Mohan is barefoot, with only a simple piece of cloth wrapped around his waist to cover his shame, a body of dark muscles, red eyes glowing, and a little cinnabar in the middle of his forehead, giving people a strange feeling.

The two attendants behind him were both middle-aged men, dressed similarly and looking ugly, but these people were all yoga masters without exception!

Seeing this Mohan, Ye Fan thought of a person, Master Ka Ye! If he had to have something to do with Indian yoga masters, it would only be Ka Ye whose whereabouts were unknown in the Amazon.

Master Mo Han looked at Ye Fan with red and evil eyes, and asked coldly: "Huaxia Ye, when do you plan to repay the debt you owe us?"

"It's a big joke! You see, in his dress, he is so poor that he can't even afford to wear shoes, and he can be a creditor? If you want to extort money, you should go to the side of the road, set a bowl, open a hanger, juggle a little, and someone will reward you with a few coins. Well, if you don't, learn it now. Ye Fan raised his hands, threw Zuma's ten rings up, and played with the air frisbee, the ten golden rings rotated alternately so fast that it was dazzling, and it was completely unclear.

The two yoga masters behind Master Mohan showed hatred and murderous intent, which was humiliating them Indians, humiliating yoga and Hinduism!

"We don't need money, Huaxia Ye, you killed my junior brother Jia Ye, let's settle this account first!" As soon as Mo Han's voice fell, his arm suddenly stretched out at an incredible speed, his arm exceeded the length of two or three meters, and he slapped Ye Fan in front of the door with one palm!

This palm is really too fast and weird, the ancient Indian yoga has been practiced to the extreme, every muscle and bone of the body is no longer owned by normal humans, Mohan's body is almost as flexible as the face man, and it can be stretched and contracted at will!

"Well done. Ye Fan laughed loudly, and there seemed to be no movement, but the people around him heard a click, as if the bones were broken.

Mo Han's palm slapped his protective body on the head, which was tantamount to an egg hitting a stone, and it was strange constantly.

Without waiting for Mo Han's hand to retract, Ye Fan popped out a gold ring, a ring containing terrifying energy, and touched Mo Han's wrist that had been softened, like a red-hot soldering iron, which scalded his skin and flesh, leaving a deep scar that could be seen in the bone, and quickly rebounded and fell into Ye Fan's hand!

When Mo Han retracted his palm without saying a word, his right arm was already dripping with blood, a whole piece of flesh was missing, and his wrist was also drooping down, and he couldn't use his strength.

But even if he was seriously injured, he still didn't snort, the perennial tempering in fire and blood had already made him forget the pain, and the top yoga master had no pain!

Zuma, the black chief sitting on the side, had his eyelids jumping wildly, and swallowed his saliva fiercely, Mohan suffered a big loss as soon as he came up, it seems that this Huaxia Ye is really a master among the masters, Zuma was secretly frightened, he underestimated the strength of the other party before, and almost caused a bloody disaster!

Muhammad also showed caution, and muttered: "This is a peace meeting, and it is better for you two not to do it." ”

Ye Fan played with the chief's power ring, and said with a smile: "Old man, you should ask this Ah San, whether he is here to fight and kill and seek revenge, or to drink tea and chat, if it is the former, I don't mind letting there be a few more corpses here." ”

"Master Mohan...... If there's any hatred, it's not too late to wait until the meeting is over. The host, Mr. Coffey, also became a peacemaker.

The red light in the master's eyes flashed, swept over Ye Fan's face, nodded, didn't say more than half a word, walked to his place to take a look, didn't choose the last seat, and sat cross-legged on the floor.

"Hey, this is really a seat saver!" Ye Fan picked a thumbs up: "The master is really a master! ”

Where is his expression of admiration, it is clearly ridiculing others, the two disciples of Master Mohan are almost angry, but the master has endured it, how dare they make a mistake.

"Well, there's one last guest of honor. Mr. Coffey smiled at the podium, "Before this heavyweight guest arrives, we might as well discuss the aspirations and expectations of both parties, and the level of effort they are willing to put into it." ”

The former Secretary-General of the United Nations began to perform his duties conscientiously and conscientiously performed the work of the moderator.

"Captain, your question is tantamount to taking off your pants and farting. Ye Fan said casually: "Now that the rag is in the hands of the Jews, what will they expect? At most, I hope that everyone will pay more attention to Jerusalem and attract some popularity." As for the Holy See, I don't need to say that it is enough to get back what belongs to them, this meeting is actually as simple as that. ”

The old black man Coffey didn't speak, and the Great Elder Bahamat paused for his scepter, and said with a grim expression: "Young man, don't be too presumptuous! ”

"Yes, do you mean, you have greater ambitions? you don't want to replace all the sect leaders here, the family is dominant, right?" As soon as Ye Fan's words of sowing discord came out, most of the guests in the surrounding seats showed suspicion.

The Jews already had several holy relics in their hands, but they weren't satisfied? What do they want to do?

Bahamat snorted coldly, slowly rolled his hands, and took out a black-covered, pocket-sized book from his cuff, which was the Jewish textbook "Torah".

"As we all know, there was Judaism and then Christianity. Bahamat raised the book in his hand, "The history of the holy city of Jerusalem far exceeds that of other denominations, and history does not deceive anyone!"

If we want to trace back to the origins, the history of Judaism can be traced back to 2,000 B.C., when Christ was not yet born!

"Your Excellency the Elder, are you stating the history of the sect? Please note that the question of the ownership of the relics is being discussed. "The Pope wants to bring the conversation to his advantage.

However, Bahamat did not give face, and still continued his words with a hearty speech: "Judaism has endured for thousands of years, tasted the suspicion and rejection of the world, and suffered countless exclusions and oppressions, but to this day, we still believe that the Messiah will always come to the world and guide us to break through the darkness and find the light! Just like Israel, the country of our Jews, has never given up its freedom, and firmly believes that it can survive tenaciously with its own hands and faith." Today, the holy things that belonged to us are returning again, this is God's will, this is the sign of the coming of the Messiah!"

The Pope looked at the great elder's enthusiastic expression, a little speechless, he had long passed the age of fanaticism, and he did not expect that when it came to the lofty ideals of Judaism, he was still a fanaticism of self-sacrifice and loss of reason, was this a devotion to the faith, or was it a personal ambition?

"You, are you still waiting for your Messiah?" Chief Zuma spread his palms, he could not understand the persistence of this sect, in Africa, people have extremely diverse beliefs, there are many gods, and it is common to change tribal beliefs frequently. No one is as righteous as the Jews, who have been waiting for the Messiah for thousands of years and never changing.

"What is the Messiah?" Ye Fan grinned and asked, "I've only heard of Super Saiyans, are you Messiahs also aliens?"

"Ignorance!" the Blackbeard Elder behind Bahamat exclaimed angrily, "The Messiah is the divine embodiment of our Judaism, the unique Divine Messenger, who will guide us back to its former glory and develop Judaism to every corner of the world!"

"Mr. Ye, the Messiah of Judaism is equal to Jesus Christ and should not be slandered and belittled. Old man Coffey stretched out a finger and solemnly reminded Ye Fan of his words.

In the realm of religion, faith is unquestionable, and if someone else dared to say that about the Messiah, it was estimated that they would be killed on the spot! Ye Fan had no fear, so he was naturally not afraid of any threat.

"Haha, okay, I wish you to find a savior as soon as possible!" Ye Fan clapped his hands and laughed: "If you want to expand Judaism to the world, your ambitions are too big, before that, I suggest you change your name first, Jewish Judaism is too niche, it is better to call it Squid Religion, or Sun Religion, huh? By the way, is the Sun and Moon Religion better?"

"You are too arrogant!" the blackbearded Jewish elder was furious, and petitioned Bahamat in a deep voice: "Great Rabbi, please let me teach this fanatic a lesson and let him know what it costs to slander the Holy Religion!"