"Who else wants to try?" Yang Fan's hair was draped over his shoulders, and the wind blew and flew wantonly. His provocative words were precisely a naked slap in the face when Geng Zhongming said that the Qing Dynasty would establish the country by force.

"Little monk I don't know if I can ask for a lesson in Daming Daomen Kung Fu?" The crowd retreated, and a red-clothed lama slowly walked out.

"Little Master Suma, this ......" Fan Wencheng was a little surprised to see that this monk who had been invited from a yellow temple in Hetuara would actually make a move at this time. Originally, Huang Taiji invited this Huangjiao Lama to come over in order to be wary of the masters around Yang Fan, but he didn't expect to make a move at this time, which was really a little confused.

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, this lama seemed to have some ability, "Naturally, you can." But let's stop at the point, don't hurt the harmony. "He also has to take a preventive shot in advance, in case this dead monk is really a master of the innate realm, this Cao Huachun doesn't know if he is there, but even if he is, it is not convenient to shoot at this time, so it is better to be stable.

Now he vaguely felt that his realm also had the intention of breaking through, and he happened to be missing a big battle.

"Nature, nature." The lama shook his red robe, returned to his heart with one hand, and suddenly the wind was raging, and the whistling sound was like a cold winter. A high-pitched battle cry sounded, as if knocking on the door of the battlefield.

The sound of the dragon elephant rose up, Yang Fan was in a trance, and seemed to have fallen into the long yellow sand, Jin Ge iron horse, guns and arrows rained, and iron horses stepped on their hooves. In the yellow sand, the battle platform is towering, and the trumpet sounds. The iron cavalry began to fight, and one side turned the sky seal to the top of Yang Fan's head, Yang Fan's pupils shrank, and he was in the yellow sand. Yang Fan's pupils were clearly visible in the yellow sand, and the power of the little lama's dragon elephant struck with a big palm. A cold sweat broke out.

It's such a powerful illusion, I almost got hit. Yang Fan's body began to move. This feeling of being in the yellow sand made him feel that he was in the trap of the little lama at all times. Yang Fan felt as if his body was scattered into particles, passing through those coercion without hindrance. So, he became smart. Since the little lama has the power of ten dragons and ten elephants, then he will be able to incarnate thousands of people, and this side will be able to disperse the concentrated power again.

The little lama's pupils shrank, as if he had seen a ghost, and he couldn't lock on to Yang Fan, who was all at hand, and he couldn't even detect his breath. "How...... How did he do it? The little lama looked dumbfounded. made the onlookers on the side cast puzzled glances. What kind of means are they, since they are so fast, they simply exceed the speed of ordinary people.

Yang Fan's ability to make such a move was completely subconscious. I have played beast chess before, and I understand that mice can eat elephants, and mayflies shake trees, and they rely on small to fight big. He understood that this little lama in the innate realm, as long as he was hit by him, he would not feel good.

The little lama is not stupid either. Knowing Yang Fan's intentions, he immediately knotted his hands, evolved Shaman, and suddenly flew out of the Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants. Although in the yellow sand. Unable to lock Yang Fan's breath, but the little lama believed in his feelings, he was sure. Yang Fan was by his side, but he used some special means to cover up his breath. Thereupon. His ten dragons and ten elephants flew towards Yang Fan from different directions. Trying to lock on to Yang Fan.

In fact, what Yang Fan did was very simple, when he was in Erlong Mountain, Yang Fan experienced the feeling of death, and later in Wannian Temple, he was washed by relics, and almost returned to the arms of the Buddha. When the vitality in his body was annihilated, Yang Fan had a trace of feeling. Life is really small, and in the face of nature, it is so small that it may be deprived of the right to live at any time. This is the awe of a cultivator, some people, with the improvement of their internal cultivation, gradually dilute this awe, but Yang Fan does not have such an experience, he is very afraid of death, he grew up under the red flag, he understands, nature is invincible, destruction and destruction, often relative.

The Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants attacked, and the holly in Yang Fan's hand kept spinning in his chest.

"I don't know what method you used to hide your breath, but ...... The power of my dragon elephant will not deceive! The little monk said coldly.

The Sand Shadow Dragon Elephant was like an appendage, wrapping around Yang Fan's side, gradually narrowing the range that Yang Fan could move step by step.

Yang Fan didn't dare to fight hard with the little lama for the time being, even the old Dao of Deyang, who was in the mirror first, could abuse Yang Fan half to death with one move.

The power of the dragon elephant had locked Yang Fan into an extremely small range. Yang Fan's pace began to be a little restrained, Holly continued to break through the heavy sand shadows, and the yellow sand brought up by Yang Fan's body made the surrounding group of people cover their mouths, noses and eyes with their hands, and retreat into the distance early.

What does it mean to be like a fish in water? The next moment, the little lama understood. Yang Fan's body, which was originally locked by the power of the dragon elephant, suddenly disappeared. Yang Fan's pace at this time was perfectly combined with the natural wind and sand, which made the little lama a little confused.

The little lama was a little annoyed, as a master of the innate realm, he used the power of an acquired realm to no avail, and he also used the power of the dragon elephant, which was already enough attention. If you fight in close quarters, you won't be able to save face. But it's not a problem to keep it in this way, so he did it. Ten dragons and ten elephants can't kill you, right, then ninety, ninety!

The roar of the elephant dragon roared and remembered, and for a time the entire south gate was flying yellow sand. Everyone's eyes were mesmerized by the sandstorm, and they couldn't see what was happening at all.

But, the next moment. Everyone present saw it clearly and saw it clearly.

The wind and sand returned to quiet, and all shadows returned to one, and Yang Fan's figure was wrapped in the power of the dragon elephant in an instant. However, just as the little lama was about to close the coffin, Yang Fan, who was standing in the center of the wind and sand, seemed to be smiling, smiling a little weirdly.

Laugh at!

Originally, the lama had a bare arm, and this one was cut smoothly, and the other bare arm was also exposed at the moment, making him subconsciously part of his back, wanting to hide. But he forgot that this place is all around, from an all-round angle, and the people behind can see it more clearly, and that is not fake. Indeed, the lama's arms are exposed.

A touch of embarrassment, mixed with ruthless anger towards Yang Fan, made him feel the urge to fight. However, after all, Yang Fan is a guest from afar, and now if he wants to make another move in anger, it will be a bit excessive. He suppressed the anger in his heart, but he couldn't be happy. Nonsense, your sleeves were taken off, are you happy to get up? Except from the angle with the sleeves, the little lama looked like he was wearing a nondescript sweat gown. (To be continued.) )