After the old monk said this, he began to walk forward.

His pace was extremely slow, but there was an extreme pressure like Mount Tai pressing towards Ye Fan.

Venerable Yuancheng is the abbot of Kongo Temple, and he is also a high-ranking monk who is well versed in Buddhism.

Although it does not reach the level of containing the constitution of heaven in his mouth, there must be rules for his words and deeds.

Wu is not bad for King Kong, Wen is a great achievement of Buddhism, Chu Mo's eyes are higher than the top, but he has a good eye for the old monk, and there is a reason for his existence.

Ye Fan gasped lightly and stood still in place.

The old monk simply walked straight forward slowly, without the slightest momentum, and his indomitable edge was revealed.

A punch is delivered.

There was not the slightest leak of fists, and there was no loud sound of wind and thunder.

A mediocre, unpretentious quirky punch.

Because this punch was too strange, Ye Fan was a little hesitant for the first time, whether to raise his sword to meet it, or to dodge it temporarily. There wasn't much time to hesitate, Ye Fan immediately stepped back, his body slid backwards, and at the same time, almost instinctively, he lifted the Nine Heavens and covered it in front of the front door.

The old monk punched the Nine Heavens Sword Body.

There was no second punch.

Ye Fan had already been slapped in the face by the Jiuxiao Heaven in his hand, and his body suddenly flew out upside down.

The young man turned his body and pressed his feet hard, forcing himself to stop and stand three feet away again.

Master Yuancheng said indifferently: "Don't be distracted, the old man is going to make a second punch." ”

Ye Fan took a deep breath, the right hand holding the sword was like a lightning strike, and there was a tingling sensation, the young man adjusted the operation of his breath, and his right hand clenched and loosened, which made the trembling right hand gradually return to stability.

The old monk turned his head and said to the crowd not far away: "A few donors, the old man doesn't want someone to make a mistake and do something bad..."

Before the words fell, Ye Fan disappeared behind the old monk in an instant, his arm slammed into the sky, and the sky was like a red crescent moon, slashing at the back of the old monk's neck.

Master Yuancheng's back collapsed, his back was like a mountain bulging, and his muscles were swimming like a dragon, but he didn't dodge, and he resisted Ye Fan's fierce sword.

Sparks flew and the streets resounded with the sound of metal clashing.

A master of horizontal training, with profound kung fu practice, can feel danger spontaneously without being defenseless, even in his sleep, his strength will defend himself according to his body's instincts.

Ye Fan's sword made seven or eight points of strength, but the slash had no effect at all, the old monk punched with a backhand and smashed it on Ye Fan's chest, causing Ye Fan to fly out horizontally, and blood gushed in one breath, but he was pressed down by the young man.

The two stood separately.

It's almost a time forward hedge.

Compared with the previous battle with the colorful scattered man Lu Pu, this battle can be said to be fought silently and tepidly.

Qian Liu'er understood a clue.

Lu Pu is better and understands most of it.

Guan Zishi squinted his eyes slightly, he was also the only one present who understood the true meaning of the battle between the two.

When Ye Fan swung his sword and raised his sword, it seemed that there was no sword qi at all, but in fact, under the long sword, the hidden waves were turbulent, like the tip of an iceberg, a boulder thrown into the lake, and between a swing and a slash, the ripples drove the huge waves.

The old monk's shot was completely unpretentious, just a seemingly upright punch

One punch after another was handed out, without the slightest fancy.

The two were at an impasse.

Every time Ye Fan's sword stone slashed earth-shattering, it hit the old monk, but it only cut a white mark, and it didn't even break the skin.

And the old monk Shenhua's restrained punches were dodged by Ye Fan in an extremely dangerous posture every time, and he didn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

After a long struggle, the two finally separated the first victory.

Ye Fan is aura is unsustainable after all, in a trance, he was caught by the old monk with vicious eyes, and he forcibly carried Ye Fan's speeding sword, and hit Ye Fan's ribs with an extremely tricky punch, the young man who hit him suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and retreated backwards, the old monk took advantage of the victory to pursue, and his body crossed the ravine that was cut open by Lu Pu's knife, and another punch hit Ye Fan's chest, hitting him the opposite wall.

Ye Fan spit out a mouthful of blood again, panting heavily, and his breath was a little sluggish.

If it weren't for the magic robe on his body that blocked part of the attack for him, these two punches would be enough to make Ye Fan lose his combat ability and fall to the ground.

Ye Roujia's voice was slightly anxious, and she hurriedly said: "Master, if you really can't let me come out, you can't beat this old monk now." ”

"No, you can't. ”

Ye Fan's tone was resolute.

"But..."

"No, but. Ye Fan's voice suddenly became a little more serious, "Even if I die on this street, you are not allowed to come out." ”

Ye Roujia was a little aggrieved and silent.

Ye Fan sighed slightly, his voice softened, and said, "Rou Jia, promise me." ”

Or silence.

Ye Fan smiled, "I'll just take you by default." ”

The young man took a deep breath, shook his shoulders and shook his clothes, the smashed wall stones fell with a clatter, Ye Fan just got up with his sword, and the old monk suddenly fell with a few punches, one punch, one fist, and in an instant, it was nine punches.

Two fists in the forehead, three punches in the chest, and two punches on the left and right ribs.

The boy lay paralyzed in the rubble pile, angry, but his right hand holding the sword kept clenching it and never let go.

After the nine fists smashed firmly on Ye Fan's body, the old monk did not continue to shoot, but just stood in place, as if in a fixed position.

Lu Pu smiled not far away: "Old monk, if you don't want to commit the killing precept, then let me come, the fat water does not flow into the fields of outsiders." ”

The old monk never said anything, just raised his head and looked at the sky, and recited a sentence of Amitabha.

Two people were hurrying to the horizon, but in a moment, they flew and fell to the ground.

A sword light appeared on the old monk's side, and along with it came a deep voice.

"Ye Fan has a great favor to me Liu Xiujie and Chiliu Villa, I want to see if any of you dare to touch him in this Liangzhou City boundary!"

An old man in black and a plump woman stood solemnly beside the old monk, who else could it be if it wasn't Liu Xiujie and Zhao Qingluan?

Zhao Qingluan saw Ye Fan's miserable appearance, his expression changed greatly, his eyes instantly turned red, and he hurriedly walked past the old monk to Ye Fan, took out a pill from his chest and fed it for him, and the aura in his palm was prominent, sorting out the boiling and disordered qi and blood in the young man's body.

Liu Xiujie looked at the old monk and said in a deep voice: "I, Liu Xiujie, have always admired Master Yuancheng's way of behaving in the world, but I never thought that the master would hurt people without saying anything! Dare to ask the master, what did Ye Fan commit that hurt the heavens and reason?"

You're going to beat him like this?!"

The old monk looked solemn and didn't say a word.

Cui Feng, who was fighting on the side, pursed his lips, stood up with a long sword in his arms, turned around and said, "It's really boring to fight for so long and no one died." ”

Guan Zishi raised his eyelids with difficulty, a little puzzled, and then said with relief: "Since you and I are the same idea, why do you have to keep an eye on Ye Fan?" As far as I know, those people in Dayan should be near Liangzhou City, isn't it easier to find a lone person to start, and then sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight?"

Cui Feng shook his head and said: "I'm not stupid, no matter how you say it, this Ye Fan is also the person with the lowest strength on paper, and it will definitely be easier to beat him." I can't figure out any of the people in Dayan, maybe stealing chickens won't be a counter-erosion of rice, and it takes so much effort to fight for your life, and in the end, the bamboo basket is empty, you think everyone is your Guan Zishi, even Bai Qianjun can clean it up. ”

Guan Zishi nodded, understanding what Cui Feng said.

As for why he got involved with these indigenous monks, Guan Zishi didn't ask much.

Lu Pu has actually been staring at Ye Fan for a while, but because he has been in Chiliu Villa a few days ago, he has no chance to start, and now such a large number of masters have been attracted by Chu Mo and easily encircled and suppressed this kid, how can he let go of such a God-given opportunity?

Lu Pu took a step forward.

The next moment, a majestic wind blew in his face, blowing his sleeves and hair were extremely messy, and he couldn't help but stand in place, which did not cause Liu Xiujie to shoot angrily.

"Let's go, let's go, if you get hurt like this, it's inevitable to take advantage of people's danger, Guan Zishi, do you want to go have a drink together?"

Guan Zishi replied: "Tea is fine, but wine is not." ”

Cui Feng brushed his shirt and said with a smile: "Then drink tea." ”

Guan Zishi nodded, stood up and turned back to Liu Xiujie and said, "Old man, when Ye Fan wakes up, tell him a word, just say that he still owes Guan Zishi a fight, I hope he can keep his promise." ”

Liu Xiujie said: "Don't worry, I will convey it when he wakes up." ”

The old monk who was standing in place had the same expression, glanced at Ye Fan, whose life and death were unknown not far away, sighed lightly, and then walked away without much hesitation.

Although the colorful scattered people are still salivating for this piece of fat, they are not an uninteresting idiot, seeing the old monk leaving, after weighing the pros and cons, he also shrugged his shoulders and walked leisurely behind him, Liu Xiujie will never look at this kid for a lifetime, and there will always be a chance to kill him when the time comes.

Liu Xiujie looked at Lu Pu, who had been standing in place, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know what your Lu Pu's purpose is, but don't blame me for saying ugly things ahead, if you continue to ignore what to do to Ye Fan, it will not only be me Liu Xiujie who will come to the door at that time, but also hundreds of martial arts masters in Chiliu Villa, you will weigh the seriousness of the matter, you will weigh it yourself!"

Lu Pu shook the long knife on his waist, and didn't care about Liu Xiujie's threat, but after thinking about it, if he had a bad relationship with Chiliu Villa now, it would be harmful to himself and not beneficial, so Lu Pu also gave up this shot, turned around and left without saying a word, of course, he didn't forget to get his wine jug.

The young monk raised his head and looked at the old monk walking slowly at the corner of the street, extremely puzzled, thinking to himself, Master, where is this going?