Ye Lan saw that the reckless monk's eyes were wide open, his face was full of anger, and the purple gold Zen staff slammed into the ground, and he was about to grab it, so he sighed lightly at the moment, slowly walked into the middle, and saluted him according to Buddhist etiquette, straightened up and said softly: "This master, my cultivation is shallow, and it is difficult to make a measured move, if you accidentally miss and hurt you, it is not out of your heart, please also ask the great monk to forgive." ”

When the monk saw him saluting, the anger in his heart disappeared by two percent, and he secretly thought that he was a monk, and he should not be ignorant, and he was about to return the salute, but he had heard his words, and he was so angry that the three souls jumped violently, and the seven spirits were smoking, and he immediately shouted, like a scorching thunder in the air, and the purple gold Zen staff was held high, and it was drawn into a purple shadow and smashed towards Ye Lan's head.

Ye Lan's body flickered, and he dodged calmly, but he didn't sacrifice a magic weapon to fight back. Monk Mang missed, the Zen staff stopped, did not pursue, the face of the golden light flashed, there are countless electric light coiled along the Zen staff, gathered at the top of the Zen staff, the top of the Zen staff was originally as big as a ball, then he gathered electricity into thunder, accumulated at the end of the staff, and in an instant rose to the size of a grinding disc of golden light.

Ordinary Yuanying Realm monks condense divine thunder, but the thickness of the ruler is more than a foot, this reckless monk gathers electricity and generates thunder, it is actually so huge, everyone in the Jade Alliance can not help but sweat for Ye Lan when they see it, but Ming Ruoshui and Mo Yao did not show a worried look, and their faces were full of smiles. Seeing that this monk had profound skills, Hong Dao was a little worried, and shouted loudly: "Brother Ye, be careful!"

Ye Lan heard the shout, turned his head to Hong Dao and smiled slightly, and said, "Brother Hong, don't worry, this little thunder fire, I can't bear it." ”

While speaking, I only heard the loud shout of "Bah!" from the monk Mang, and the golden divine thunder left the Zen staff, making a loud click, and hit Ye Lan in the chest.

Ye Lan did not dodge or dodge, his body sank slightly, he stepped on the horse, pulled back his left fist, placed it between the ribs, and then with a hey sound, his right fist hit out flat.

This punch is the basic skill of the ordinary martial arts style when practicing boxing for the first time, and the two masters of the Yuan Infant Realm are fighting for life and death, and they actually use such a superficial move, and the onlookers look at it in their eyes, and they can't help but be stunned on the spot. After everyone in the Tianxing Sect was stunned, they couldn't help laughing, and they all said loudly: "If this kid wants to die, he can find a hemp rope at home, why bother to come here and be embarrassed?"

"The twelve major factions of the righteous path actually sent the military generals in the countryside to show their ugliness, and your Jade Alliance is considered to be unpopular!"

"Monk Mang, you don't need to spend your energy to cast a divine thunder to deal with such clowns, it's serious to be stoned to death with a Zen staff!"

Mo Yao has been practicing with Ye Lan every day these days with the Twin Treasures, knowing that his skills have entered the realm, and knowing that he has used his skills to deal with this reckless monk, there is no need to worry at all, she has been watching the fight with a smile on the sidelines, and seeing that the Mang Monk will perform the divine thunder as soon as he comes up, she is not panicked, thinking that Ye Lan will take out the twin treasures, inhale this divine thunder, and then take advantage of the situation to fight back, but I didn't expect Ye Lan not only not to sacrifice the twin treasures to absorb the thunder fire, but also not even to sacrifice the Xuan Bing Fire Fan, but suddenly lost his heart and went crazy, and carried the divine thunder with his fist, Mo Yao saw this situation, and was shocked, and couldn't help covering his mouth and exclaiming: "Brother Lan, what are you doing!"

Ye Lan punched out flatly, its speed was very slow, and then the fist blade passed, suddenly aroused the sound of the dragon's groan, and a fire light was born with the fist, and then condensed into a fire dragon, and collided with the big thunder.

But listening to a loud bang, the thunder light was forced by the fire dragon, and he couldn't advance an inch anymore, the Mang monk was shocked when he saw this, and he never thought that the other party would only resist his demon slayer god thunder with only masculine fist strength, and roared at the moment, and then urged the force, the thunder light was stimulated by his true yuan, and it was so steep that it rose a few points, and slowly moved towards Ye Lan.

Seeing this, Liu Jinbao, Lingji Daoren and others hurriedly sacrificed the magic weapon to file the fire flow, and the flame stained on each person's magic weapon, and was immediately extinguished by the true yuan attached to it, but everyone felt a burning feeling and went up, burning the meridians, and had to secretly luck and supernatural powers, and it took a lot of effort to dissolve this inflammation.

Monk Mang took the lead, clenched the Zen staff with both hands, and stepped forward, the thunder light was under the urging of his true yuan, the momentum was like a rainbow, and he went straight forward, pressing the fire dragon without the power to fight back. Seeing that the thunder light was no more than half a foot away from Ye Lan's fist, Monk Mang shouted again, injecting all the ten success powers into the thunder fire.

The thunder shook and exploded suddenly, and everyone only felt that the white light was dazzling, and they couldn't open their eyes for a while. Mo Yao was anxious, and sacrificed the twin treasures to cover in front of him, and when the brilliance dissipated, he hurriedly looked at Ye Lan, only to see him standing straight in the middle of the field, his face full of frustration, staring at his right hand, and shaking his head slightly.

Mo Yao saw that he was fine, and felt slightly relieved, and saw that his brows were furrowed, and he was afraid that he would be injured after all, so he asked, "What's the matter?"

Ye Lan listened to her question, shook his head slightly, and said, "It's not ...... to be injured."

When Mo Yao heard him say that he was not injured, his worries immediately turned into anger, and he scolded: "Why do you use such a stupid method to carry the divine thunder in such a dignified manner?

Ye Lan smiled bitterly, shook his right hand a few times one after another, and said with a wry smile: " Ah Yao, don't be angry, I just saw that this monk thunder fire is not small, for a while to see the hunting heart, I want to try the past few months of cultivation for the realm, this is to pick up the thunder with bare hands, I used the flame fist power and thunder fire to fight, after all, I can't resist the power of thunder fire, almost injured by thunder fire, when it is critical, I only have to condense the ebony fan into an ice shield to protect the fist, I didn't expect this thunder fire to be so powerful, even the ice shield was broken, and then it disappeared into invisibility, if this monk's skill is a few points deeper, and then leave a few points of stamina after the ice shield is broken, then I must be injured. ”

Mo Yao saw that he kept shaking his right palm when he spoke, snorted lightly, frowned and asked, "Since you are not injured, why do you keep shaking your hands?"

"...... numb"

Mo Yaofu was a little worried again, and asked, "Didn't you say that you weren't injured, why are you numb?"

"Electricity, you're numb!"

Mo Yao stomped his feet slightly, and said angrily: "It's not serious! Fight hard, don't just care about your ability, and miss Sister Ming's serious business!"

Ye Lan nodded, waved his hand to sacrifice the Xuanbing Fire Fan, held both ends of the fan behind him, and slowly stretched it left and right, the fan was pulled by his palms, slowly becoming thinner and longer, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a snow-colored long whip, shining under the moonlight, almost as transparent.

When Monk Mang saw him turn a fan into a whip, he remembered Fang Cai Ming Ruoshui's ruthless method of killing Ma Jianye with a green vine whip, and he couldn't help but feel a chill. The divine thunder he sent out with ten successful powers was taken by Ye Lan empty-handed, and he was discouraged in his heart, and he couldn't help but cross the Zen staff, protect him in front of him, and asked in a trembling voice: "Your skills are so strong, isn't it the fourth layer realm of the Yuanying Realm? Why do you only use the Flame Fist to catch my Divine Thunder, but you don't gather thunder and fire to fight against me? If you use your strength to attack me with Divine Thunder, I will definitely not be your opponent!"

Ye Lan was slightly stunned when he heard his question, reversed the snow-colored long whip, gently scratched his hair with the whip head, and sneered: "I want to use the divine thunder to attack you, but the realm has not yet arrived, and I haven't learned to ...... yet."

As soon as he said this, everyone in the field, except for Mo Yao, Ming Ruoshui and Hong Dao, exclaimed, I really didn't expect that this master who could defuse the Demon Slayer God Thunder with a steep hand was actually only the first level of the Yuanying Realm.

Ye Lan took the divine thunder with his bare hands, although he was not injured, but the residual electricity invaded the meridians of his arm, and it also made his arm numb, and it didn't disappear for a long time, he couldn't help but shake his arm a few more times, so as to eliminate this disturbing numbness, as his arm flicked, the snow-colored long whip in his hand also trembled, dancing into a silver snake in the night.

When Sun Jia saw this, he suddenly shouted: "Monk Mang, attack the gods and thunders again, quickly!"

Monk Mang listened to Sun Jiacai's shout, immediately woke up, and said secretly: "This pair of heads is two levels lower than me, but they can pick up my divine thunder with their bare hands, this kind of genius is really not my ability to match, now only take advantage of his sore arm, and then attack with divine thunder, maybe there is a trace of hope of victory!"

Ye Lan didn't wait for him to gather into a divine thunder, his wrist suddenly shook slightly, and the snow-colored long whip suddenly rose, gently and skillfully wrapped around the head of the staff, and scattered the little thunder light that had not yet condensed into shape.

Monk Mang refused to give up, used all his strength, and continued to condense the electric energy, but saw that the snow-colored long whip collapsed straight, like a string, and made a soft buzzing sound, and a frost bloom was born with the sound, like electricity spread over the Zen staff, and the purple gold light on the staff dimmed, and it was immediately covered by the frost. Monk Mang only felt that the cold was in the bones, like falling into an ice cave, only in a blink of an eye, he was frozen to the point that his teeth struck, gurgling, and he wanted to throw away the Zen stick, but his palms were also frozen by the frost on the Zen stick, and he couldn't throw it away.

Ye Lan urged his strength, and the cold ice true qi was sent out in a steady stream, and the monk Mang couldn't resist the enemy, and cold ice was born on his body, and after only a few breaths, he froze into an ice sculpture, and he could no longer move for half a minute.

Ye Lan saw that the ice was getting thicker, and with this monk's skill, he couldn't break the ice on his own no matter what, so he shook his wrist lightly, withdrew the snow-colored long whip, and then the long whip coiled several times, and suddenly turned into a sharp axe. With the handle of the axe in hand, he strode forward, aimed the axe at the head of the ice sculpture, and made a gesture to slash it.

Everyone in the Jade Alliance admired him from the bottom of their hearts when they saw him so powerful, and they couldn't help but feel funny when they saw him so foolish in his winning methods. The Tianxing Sect lost two masters in a row, three battles and two losses, and they all felt very depressed when they lost this competition, but everyone actually obeyed the rules, and when they saw that Ye Lan wanted to smash the ice sculpture, no one said anything to stop them.

Ye Lan struck the axe a few times on the top of Monk Mang's head, and asked Sun Jiacai, "Elder Sun, do you admit defeat?"

Sun Jiacai didn't know what he meant by asking, and said angrily: "If you lose, why bother asking?"

Ye Lan stretched out his hand and pointed at Ouyang Guan and said: "This Ouyang helmsman just said, this kind of competition, unless one party dies, or one party admits defeat, otherwise it will not be the end of the game, although I have frozen this great monk, he is not dead, I don't want to kill him, naturally I want to ask you whether you admit defeat or not." Just now, my eldest brother Hong suffered a loss like this, and he spared the life of Ouyang Helmsman without asking clearly, but he almost lost his life, as the so-called eating a trench grows a wisdom, I will first freeze this monk, and then ask you if you admit defeat, thinking that he froze into a large lump of ice, and then want to use your Guijiao's stunt to attack with a poisonous needle, I am afraid that I will have more than enough strength to ......"

Everyone saw him freeze Monk Mang into an ice sculpture, only to say that he was naughty and nonsense, and after listening to him babble for a long time, they realized that he had this idea.

Monk Mang was in the Xuan Bing, although the real yuan was frozen, unable to move a bit, but his mind had been very clear, at this time, when he heard that Ye Lan really did not intend to kill him, he felt that he had escaped from death, at this time, he wanted to live, where could he take care of anything else? He knew whether he could survive or not, it was all in Elder Sun's words, but he waited for a long time, but he still didn't hear Sun Jiacai's answer, and he couldn't help cursing fiercely in his heart, and scolded all the women of the eighteenth generation of Sun Jiacai's family.

Monk Mang was suffering in the ice, worried about his life, and naturally felt that it seemed to be endless for a moment, in fact, Sun Jiacai listened to Ye Lan's words, just groaned slightly, then nodded and said: "Gongzi is really a benevolent and righteous person, you let the monk out, we will admit defeat." ”

Ye Lan heard him admit defeat, turned his head to look at Hong Dao and Zu Yushu, and saw that the two of them nodded at the same time, so he was relieved, and the tip of the axe in his hand slashed straight down at the ice sculpture.

If he had chopped down with an axe at the beginning, regardless of whether it was the Heavenly Xing Sect or the Jade Alliance, he would not have been surprised at all, just because this kind of competition was originally endless, and it was rare for his subordinates to show mercy, but he clearly said that he would spare the life of Monk Mang, and after Sun Jia opened his mouth to admit defeat, he cut down with an axe, which made everyone watching the fight dumbfounded.

When Monk Mang saw that his life was in an instant, he was so frightened that he forgot even the thought of cursing Ye Lan in his heart. Seeing this, Sun Jiacai's eyes swelled with rage, his palm bloomed, and he said loudly: "The stinky boy is so bold, he dares to tease Lao Tzu like this!"

Fang was about to knock out the magic weapon in his hand, but he saw a flash of red light on Ye Lan's ice axe, and the fire light was born from the snow-white ice blade, burning directly on the ice sculpture, but seeing the white gas rising on the ice sculpture, turning into a thick mist, it only took a moment to hear the sound of the monk Mang and fall to the ground.

Sun Jiacai saw Monk Mang come out, knowing that he was wrong to blame Ye Lan, he immediately put away his palm, took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to help Monk Mang, nodded slightly at Ye Lan, and said softly: "Son, good means! You are willing to keep Monk Mang's life, I Tianxingjiao is very grateful for your ......" Speaking of this, he suddenly looked directly into Ye Lan's eyes and said slowly: " I heard the ancestral hall master call you Ye Gongzi, and the masked woman behind you calls you Brother Lan, I think the son is surnamed Ye Minglan, but I don't know if Gongzi is the Tianning national teacher who is in the limelight in Ningdu?"

Ye and Mo came here tonight to help the Jade League, and they didn't want to reveal their identities, but they didn't expect Mo Yao to say Brother Lan's exit, but they revealed Ye Lan's identity. When he saw that the other party had broken his name, he knew that it was useless to conceal it, so he immediately unfurled the ebony fan in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Yes, I am the last Tianning National Master Ye Lan, I don't know what advice Elder Sun has?"

Sun Jiacai smiled and said loudly: "It turns out that it is really Master Ye Guoshi, your name, Sun Mou has really admired it for a long time." Not only Sun, but also in the general altar of my Tianxing Sect, Ye Guoshi, your name is also like thunder, and everyone knows it. ”

Ye Lan and the Tianxing Sect had a deep relationship, when he was in Ningdu, there was Ning Zhan as a dependent, even though the Tianxing Sect wanted to deal with him, but it has been inconvenient, and later Huangfu Xiu led people to make a big move against the Jing Gang Rongbi, and was disturbed by Ye Lan's shot, after Huangfu Xiu escaped, he truthfully reported the matter to the Tianxing Sect General Altar.

Ye Lan has ruined the major events of the Tianxing Sect three times and five times, and he has already been listed as a must-kill person by the Tianxing Sect, but his whereabouts with Mo Yao are uncertain, even though the Tianxing Sect has many people, and he wants to find him in the vast hundreds of millions of people in the northern Xinjiang, but he is also looking for a needle in a haystack, but he didn't expect to see him when he stepped on the iron shoes, but he met him in the foggy forest tonight.

Sun Jiacai stared at Ye Lan for a moment, the expression in his eyes was extremely complicated, and he suddenly sighed and asked, "Ye Guoshi, I don't know something, I hope you can advise." ”

Ye Lan put together the ebony fan, put his hands behind his back, and said lightly, "Elder Sun, please speak." ”

Sun Jiacai said: "My Tianxing Sect and Gongzi have really dealt with it a few times in the past, and this sect has suffered a lot of losses under Gongzi, and I think that Gongzi also has a lot of trouble with this sect, and he is willing to kill the master of this Pope Fu Hall with his own hands, but I don't know why Fang Cai can obviously kill the monk in the name of justice, but his subordinates are merciful and let him live?"

Ye Lan shook his head slightly, and muttered: "If you can kill people justifiably, should you kill people casually?" He didn't wait for Sun Jia to answer, sighed lightly, and muttered: " In fact, no matter whether your sect is doing the way for heaven or sitting on the ground to collect money, I Ye Lan don't want to care about your affairs, but the lives of the three members of the Qin family noodle restaurant, I can't forget it anyway, Huangfu Xiu's miscellaneous head, one day I will take it off with my own hands, as for this monk, I only met him for the first time tonight, and he has no grudges in the past and no enmity in the near future, it is just a competition, how can I be ruthless and take his life? I am a casual cultivator from overseas, and overseas monks are idle and indisputable, unlike these monks in your northern Xinjiang who lick blood all day long, shouting and shouting and killing at every turn. You are surprised that I can kill this monk but not kill him, and I also have a puzzle in my heart, but what I don't understand is, why do you monks in northern Xinjiang like to kill people so much?"

Sun Jiacai listened to Ye Lan's words, and a trace of melancholy flashed on his face, and then sighed lightly, looked at Ye Lan and said: "Ye Gongzi, as the so-called people are in the rivers and lakes, they can't help themselves, sometimes, if you don't kill people, people will kill you, you can't be soft-hearted at all, if you want to have no quarrel with the world, you should stay overseas, you shouldn't go to the flower world in northern Xinjiang to join in the fun, now that you have fallen into this quagmire of rivers and lakes, if you still want to be alone, it is tantamount to a fool's dream." ”

Ye Lan listened to his words, sighed faintly, his brows furrowed deeply, and his face was full of gloom. Sun Jiacai turned his head, arched his hand towards Zu Yushu, and said: "The deal between this sect and your faction has been decided tonight, the court is there, this sect will take care of it, and discipline the little emperor will no longer embarrass your faction. ”

Zu Yushu nodded, bowed to him, and said, "That's the best!"

Sun Jiacai lowered his arms, looked at Ye Lan, and said lightly: "As for the enmity between this sect and Ye Gongzi, it has deepened tonight, and my Tianxing Sect takes the word enmity and enmity very seriously, one is to repay kindness and revenge, Ye Gongzi, we will have a period later!"