Chapter 155

Ye Huan Yinlong Temple has studied art for five years, learned to be a skill, and since going down the mountain, he has experienced countless hardships and dangers.

One battle is the tough backstage of the master, and the other is his own monstrous ability, and he has experienced hardships and dangers in his life, but he has not tasted defeat.

Today is the first time Ye Huan has tasted failure, and he has lost a mess.

He used the sword of the Ye family, which had condensed his lifelong cultivation, but the priest just waved his hand, and Ye Huan was knocked to the ground.

As a result, the old dog's teeth were broken in two, and the bones on his body were broken.

But these are not the most important, the most serious injuries are in the heart.

Ye Huan sat paralyzed on the ground, leaning on the big stone behind him, looking at the old dog's tooth broken in two on the ground, Ye Huan said a word: "Why is it broken......"

It seems that they can't believe this fact, or they don't dare to accept it. But it turns out that the taste of failure is so bitter.

For any cultivator, weapons are extremely important, and they can be said to be the second life of a cultivator. If the weapon is the second life of a cultivator, then what if the weapon is broken!

The priest's eyes looked at Ye Huan, and his face did not have much joy after defeating, perhaps because he felt that Ye Huan was not worth mentioning, there was nothing to be excited about.

"You're actually pretty good...... It's a pity that the person you met today is me. ”

There was a sudden hint of excitement in the priest's eyes. But this excitement was not because of Ye Huan's strength, but because of Ye Huan's identity as a cultivator.

A practitioner is actually a kind of alien. Through continuous cultivation, the proportion of god-man genes in the body is increased. The blood of a practitioner can bring great power to a priest.

Back then, he had the heart to enter Huaxia for the sake of being a cultivator in Huaxia. But he was hindered by others, and from then on, he did not dare to make waves in China again.

Today, Ye Huan sent it to the door, and he had no choice but to say it disrespectfully.

Two Deadpools walked towards Ye Huan, wanting to tie up the seriously injured Ye Huan and bring him back to Huaxia.

Suddenly, the priest waved his hand, and two hurricanes appeared out of thin air, knocking the two Deadpools aside.

The priest didn't pay attention to the two Deadpools, and kept looking at Ye Huan. No one can understand the priest's mood, and now in the eyes of the priest, Ye Huan is precious food. A gourmet, or a foodie, would allow others to touch their food?

Naturally, the priest had to do it himself.

His shoulders trembled unconsciously because of his excitement. Walked towards Ye Huan, and stretched out his hand to Ye Huan.

Ye Huan watched as these hands became bigger and bigger in his pupils, but he didn't have any strength to resist, and even, he didn't have any thoughts of resisting.

"Donor, mercy!"

Seeing that the priest's palm was about to stretch out on Ye Huan's shoulder, at this time, suddenly a voice sounded in the air.

It was like thunder in the sky, gold and stone struck, and the phoenix roared......

Everyone looked up in unison and looked at the place where the sound had been.

I saw a helicopter hovering in the sky, and a figure in a white robe fell from the sky.

Everyone frowned, wondering who this man was!

"It's him!"

The priest spat out two words, and then, without hesitation, his body retreated sharply, until he was fifty meters away.

At this time, this figure slowly landed and stood right behind Ye Huan.

Immediately after, from the plane, one after another figures jumped down, a hundred meters in the air, for these people, there is no meaning of existence at all.

Except for a woman with two swords on her back, all of them were monks. Everyone was dressed in white monk's robes, and they were all over sixty years old, but their faces showed the same expressions as teenagers.

These people are naturally Zhang Baifeng, who came thousands of miles away to save Ye Huan, and the twenty-eight masters of Hidden Dragon Temple.

The person at the head is none other than Master Mercy Flower.

Master Mercy and Father Blossom fought against each other, and everyone around them disappeared. The two looked at each other, and there was no one else in their eyes.

Neither of them spoke, for a long time, and at the same time, they said the same thing.

"You're not dead yet."

"You're not dead yet."

"Your Excellency is not dead, how dare the poor monk go first." Master Lianhua smiled, pointed to Ye Huan in front of him, and said slowly: "Although this son is stubborn, he is the beloved disciple of a poor monk, please let him live."

The priest's eyes were focused on Master Lihua, and if he really wanted to make a move, he was not sure of winning. Even though this is his base camp and there are countless Deadpools around him, the people behind Master Mercy are not ordinary people.

Not to mention...... The priest thought about it, as long as he devoured Dongfang Susu, he would have at least ten years to live. And the Monk of Mercy may not be able to live for another ten years.

After all, I have to go to Huaxia once, and at that time, as soon as the monk of Lianhua dies, his strength will increase greatly, and in the whole of Huaxia, who can stop him!

Yangguan Avenue is in front of you, why should you fight hard with the Monk of Mercy at this moment, endure for a while, Huaxia Jianghu must be in your bag.

Thinking of this, the priest made up his mind, and he did not speak, but took a step back.

Taking a step back is also an indication of attitude.

Master Lianhua stretched out his hand to grab Ye Huan, carried it on his shoulder, waved the monk's robe, and rolled the broken old dog's tooth on the ground into his hand.

From the plane overhead, hanging down the ropes, Master Mercy reached out and grabbed the ropes, and was about to leave.

A group of Deadpools, still holding weapons in their hands, watched this scene, but they didn't know whether they should stop or not.

Could it be that because of the other party's words, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to do it, and let them go.

Looking at the departing Master of Mercy, the priest suddenly spoke: "Back then, when I stepped on Huaxia, you blocked me, and today, you can still stop me." I ask myself, if you die, who can stop me in Huaxia! ”

"If I die, there will naturally be the next person, for example......" Master Lianhua pointed to Ye Huan on his shoulder and said, "For example, him."

"He ......," the priest shook his head disdainfully, "he doesn't deserve it."

Master Lianhua smiled: "He is amazing, even more amazing than you imagined, if you don't realize this, you will regret it in the future."

"Well, I'm waiting for that day, and I hope he doesn't disappoint me."

This sentence landed, and a dissatisfied person was aroused next to him. Zhang Baifeng stepped forward and stood up, snorting coldly: "Bah! Old boy, I really think that I am invincible in the world, so I will eat my aunt's sword first! ”

The two swords were raised at the same time, and the swords were like meteors chasing the moon, wrapped in an unstoppable momentum, and attacked the priest.

"Presumptuous!"

The priest looked at this scene and slightly furrowed his brows, and a hurricane rose, instantly entangled Zhang Baifeng in the whirlpool.

Master Lianhua took a step and landed on Zhang Baifeng's shoulder with one hand, and Zhang Baifeng's body fell to the ground. The wind raged around the two of them, and the white robe on Master Lianhua's body was rolled up, but his body did not move, like a stone in the wind.

After a long time, the hurricane disappeared out of thin air, and the priest looked at the unscathed Master of Mercy, his fists clenched tightly, and after a long time, he let go.

"Please!" The priest raised his hand.

Zhang Baifeng was still in shock at the moment, and as soon as he fought today, he knew that the priest's strength was good. This is also a huge blow to her. But I didn't expect that the world was so big, and there were such powerful people in the world.

Master Lianhua smiled, carried Ye Huan, and everyone climbed onto the plane through the rope ladder and walked away.

The priest raised his head and looked at the gaze that hovered overhead, and after a long time he withdrew his gaze, turned around, and strode in the direction of the castle.

The ground where his feet walked was completely shattered into powder.

Simba watched this scene and felt terrified. The more powerful he became, the more fearful the priest felt for him.

The priest is like a vast circle, and he cannot touch the edge in any way.

But after all, Ye Huan is gone. As long as he is alive, Susu has hope of living.

Back in his room, Simba wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling a great exhaustion welling up. This exhaustion does not come from the body, but mostly mentally.

Before he could catch his breath and rest, someone came to inform him that the priest wanted to see him.

Simba's heart stirred, why did the priest want to see him at this moment, could it be that he noticed something!

Despite his fear, Simba left the room, not daring to disobey the priest's commands.

In the church, Simba saw the priest, who bowed his head and said, "Father, I'm coming."

"It's good to be here." The priest nodded and said, "Simba, how much do you know about cultivators?"

Simba didn't know why the priest asked this, and said, "I know some, but I don't know."

The priest said, "It's normal that you don't know about the things of cultivators. They are a very powerful force, back then, I once wanted to develop the company in Huaxia, but I was stopped by a person, and this person was a cultivator. ”

"Is that the old monk today?"

The priest nodded.

Simba recalled the heroic appearance of Master Mercy and nodded, "He is indeed very powerful."

"Of course, he's always been good." The priest smiled slightly: "Don't see that he is already an old monk, and he still has the blood of a teenager in his bones...... However, he won't live long, and as soon as he dies, there will be no one to stop me in Huaxia. When the time comes, all cultivators will be in my pocket. ”

The priest looked at Simba and said, "Simba, are you willing to do this for me?"

Simba knelt on one knee and said, "Simba willing."

"You've always been trustworthy." The priest smiled and said, "Susu has betrayed me, alas...... Simba, why did you betray me too? ”

Simba's whole body was excited, cold sweat instantly soaked his back, his head hung on the ground, his fists clenched together, and he helplessly let go after a long time.

The priest looked at this scene and smiled: "How, are you still going to do it with me?" You have forgotten that I taught you all the skills in you. ”

Simba shook his head: "Simba doesn't dare."

"Well, what else would you not dare...... Today's Ye Huan, you attracted it, right? ”