Seeing that he vomited blood, the group of people who were shocked by Zhao Fan's terrifying defense all breathed a sigh of relief, and Xiao Sheng, who hated Zhao Fan the most, let out a cruel laugh, and his fists and feet slammed down on Zhao Fan's body more and more heavily.

The experience value has reached more than 350,000, and it is only 50,000 away from the 400,000 mark, but Zhao Fan felt that he couldn't bear it for the first time.

Although he knew that if he persevered for a while, he might be able to collect thousands of experience points, but if his life was gone, what was the use of asking for experience points?

Giving up the idea of collecting experience points, Zhao Fan's gaze also became cold in an instant, and the horse step was launched instantly, and his body continued to shake at a strange angle, and the fists of more than a dozen people on the other side actually fell into the air.

A muffled snort sounded, and the bloodied Chong Ling Daoist was the first to clutch his chest and fell softly.

This group of people was in the middle of the fight, and suddenly there was such a change, even if they were all masters of dark energy, they only had time to jump to the side for a distance.

Before he could figure out what was going on, there were two more muffled snorts, and the two kinds, including Xiao Sheng, also collapsed to the ground holding their chests.

In the blink of an eye, three out of ten people fell, and the rest of the group let out a scream as if they had seen a ghost, and quickly gathered together to defend together.

Since Zhao Fan launched a counterattack, he would not give them any time to react, and the horseman under his feet had already become extremely proficient after this period of practice.

No matter how these people reacted, he didn't stop at all, and rushed into the crowd like a phantom, and the two monks, who hadn't even figured out what posture to use to defend, fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.

"Let's go!"

Yu Zhiyuan on the side felt a burst of coldness on his forehead, and his face was still covered with fine beads of sweat for a moment. Seeing that Zhao Fan waved his hand and saw that he had solved so many opponents, he was stunned for a while, reached out and grabbed Yu Wenxuan, who was so sluggish that his body stiffened, and dragged him to the depths of the inner courtyard.

"Did you run away?"

Zhao Fan sneered, raised his hands, and two thin needles flew towards the back of the two people's heads like streamers.

He didn't even glance at the two of them, and stepped out of his feet, weaving back and forth among the crowd that had begun to flee in a panic.

The muffled snort came one after another, and even if the remaining five people were concentrating on defense, they still couldn't stop Zhao Fan's hands waving at will.

His hand was like a phantom, and with the movement of his footwork, it twisted and shuttled at a very strange angle, straight into the empty door, and the light description was on the chest of these men.

As long as it was glued to his fingers, there was nothing left to stand.

All five people fell, and Zhao Fan's eyes looked coldly in the direction where the Yu family's father and son were.

A fat monk in a robe was standing in front of the Yu family's father and son at this time, and what twisted between his fingers was actually the two steel needles shot out by Zhao Fanyang's hand.

"You can give it up?"

Zhao Fan didn't have much of a surprised expression, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and the killing intent in his eyes did not decrease in the slightest.

Tianyuan Temple is large-scale, as early as when he was looking for Lin Shiqi and Belinda before, he had already seen that there were monks in the meditation room on the west side of the inner courtyard, and he was ready for a protracted battle.

Probing is always on, ready for more enemies to appear.

It's just that after fighting for so long, none of the monks in the meditation room on the west side have come over.

It wasn't until he began to fight back that he saw this fat monk wearing a robe and a string of prayer beads around his neck appear in front of him at a very fast speed, and it seemed that he had saved the Yu family father and son with ease.

Being able to catch the steel needle he sent out between the moments, this monk is naturally not an ordinary character, and seeing the red robe on his body also made Zhao Fan guess his identity.

"Liangyi Tianxin points to the acupuncture hand, Zhuan Xuan drives the horse, and the donor's surname is Zhao?"

The fat monk folded his hands, bent slightly towards Zhao Fan with kind eyebrows, and glanced carefully at Zhao Fan's face with flashing eyes, and spoke calmly.

"It's your business!"

When Zhao Fan was talking to this monk, his feet were still approaching the Yu family's father and son.

The father and son should have known this monk, and when he appeared, the two of them, who were still full of fear just now, had calmed down a lot. They did not rush to escape, but looked at the back of the fat monk with their eyes.

Four words popped out of his mouth coldly, and his feet suddenly accelerated, shaking past this person like a phantom. A chill emanated from his body, and he rushed towards the father and son of the Yu family who kept screaming again.

A red light and shadow flashed in front of him, and Zhao Fan's feet slammed down, and his face became a little solemn.

This fat monk came first, and stood in front of the Yu family's father and son.

"Amitabha, the donor's body is too angry, this is an important place for Buddhism, don't make up and kill. If you have any grievances with the donors, you should wait until you get out of Tianyuan Temple to settle them!"

Zhao Fan took a deep breath, the muscles of his whole body tensed, and his eyes looked vigilantly at this fat monk with a gentle face from beginning to end.

His Flying Horse had been upgraded to the second level, and in terms of speed, he had never thought that anyone other than his master would be able to keep up with him.

But the fat monk in front of him did it, and this person didn't blush or panting, and he looked very relaxed.

"Your cultivation is very clever, but no one can save the people I want to kill. ”

Zhao Fan gritted his teeth, and quickly added points to the horse's step, and in the blink of an eye, his footwork was improved to the third level. Only then did he raise his head and look at the fat monk coldly, and his tone was calm.

"Amitabha!"

The fat monk clasped his hands together, the robe on his body was windless and automatic, and there was an incomparably powerful momentum between the flow of breath.

In Zhao Fan's eyes, the beautiful ancient temple has long been a place to hide filth and dirt, and this fat monk who looks kind and kind has been his enemy from beginning to end.

But at this time, he did not have the slightest confidence to be able to beat this person.

He even suspected that this person had crossed the level of dark energy and entered the legendary avatar realm.

But this person is just an accomplice of the Yu family's father and son, and the culprits of this matter are the father and son after all, and he doesn't believe that this monk's speed can still catch up with the speed of the Zhuan Riding Horse, which he has improved to the third level.

Before the sound of the Buddha's horn dissipated, Zhao Fan's feet had already moved, and after being promoted by one level, his steps were incredibly fast, and the warm breath flowed in his legs, and he was next to the fat monk again in the blink of an eye.

As early as when the Buddha horn sounded, the Mu family's father and son had already rushed towards the depths of the inner courtyard in a panic, but in Zhao Fan's eyes, their speed was like a turtle crawling.

He was convinced that if he was given another half second, he would be able to flash behind the two men.

"Amitabha!"

A trace of surprise flashed in the fat monk's eyes, his face turned straight, and he recited a Buddha horn for the second time.

The sound of this Buddha horn was incomparably loud and long, like thunder rolling, like a gust of wind, towards Zhao Fan under the hood.

No matter how fast the speed is, it can't compare to the speed of the sound after all, and the fat monk's Buddha horn should be a kung fu such as the roar of the lion in the Buddhist gate. The distance is so close and the coverage is so large, Zhao Fan simply can't avoid it.

The rolling sound made his clothes tremble like the wind blowing, his ears tingled, his heart felt like he had been bombarded with a hammer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out involuntarily.

Zhao Fan, who was clutching his chest, stopped, and his eyes were so calm that his terrifying eyes fell on the fat monk's body, and his killing intent was undisguised.

The nameless exercise was running rapidly, his legs were slightly bent, and the pause was less than half a second, and he stepped in front of the fat monk in one step.

The hands were like phantoms, and it seemed that the sky was full of fingers, falling towards the fat monk's whole body.

"Sure enough, it is the Liangyi Tianxin Point Acupoint, and he can practice to this level at a young age, and there are successors in Tianlong Academy, congratulations!"

The fat monk stretched out his hand through the rosary hanging on his chest, and then shook it slightly, and the rosary wearing one hundred and eight beads with the whining wind also turned into a purple-red light and shadow in front of him.

While blocking Zhao Fan's attack, his feet kept stepping backwards, looking casual, but the speed was extremely fast, and he withdrew from a distance of more than five meters in an instant.

Zhao Fan had already had murderous intentions towards this fat monk, and his steps never stopped, clinging to this person like a shadow, his body moving and jumping, and every finger falling, it was the key point that the other party would save.

It's been a long time since he's fought so heartily, and there are only a handful of people who can force him to use Liangyi Tianxin to point his acupoints.

And this fat monk not only forced him to use this kung fu, but also blocked him for so long, and his heart had already set off a storm in his heart.

This person called out the names of the two exercises on his body at the beginning, and then casually opened his mouth, and even mentioned the name of Tianlong Academy, obviously knowing a lot about Zhao Fan and even the old man.

Yusong Lao Dao seems to have some friendship with the old man, Zhao Fan is embarrassed to ask, but since this fat monk is from this Tianyuan Temple, he will not be so polite.

The breath gradually became gentle, and the expression on his face became more and more indifferent and calm, but the speed at which his fingers fell faster and faster. Although the rosary in the fat monk's hand was tightly defended, it was gradually unable to resist.

A red shadow spread out from the fat monk's arm, and the fat monk, who had no change in the smile on his face, shook off the robe on his body.

The seemingly soft robe turned into a life in his hand, and it instantly protected his entire body, which actually gave Zhao Fan a feeling of nowhere to start.

Zhao Fan has never been a person who has a superstition about such things as tricks, in contrast, he prefers a simple and rough style of play.

Seeing this robe appear, a cold snort came out of his mouth, and the green bricks under his feet shattered instantly. As the debris flew away, his entire body slammed into the fat monk like a cannonball.

The robe was as soft and unfocused as he had imagined, deeply dented by his body. His fingers were already aimed at the big hole on the fat monk's chest through the robe, and he was only a few centimeters away from it.

Just as he accelerated his impact again, the two corners of the huge robe suddenly floated behind him, and then enveloped his entire body.

It was he who rushed in by himself, and the fat monk just used a lot of skill.

It's just a robe, and Zhao Fan doesn't think that this can trap him. Without the slightest fluster, he withdrew his hands back into his abdomen, and his body shook suddenly, and his arms were propped to both sides at the same time, trying to break the robe.

But this robe, which doesn't look special, is unimaginably tough. Almost with all his might, he didn't pull this thing at all, but was circled around him twice by the fat monk, wrapping him tightly.