"Where to go?" The five people dressed in ancient costumes jumped directly into the ring, and pointed at Chen Fan with swords in their hands.

"Amitabha, I don't know what your donors are doing to stop the poor monks?" Chen Fan said with a smile.

"If the monk loses, then hand over the Yijin Sutra, how can the monks lie, and they must be true to their word." One of the young men said.

"Oh, the poor monk forgot, donors wait a minute." Chen Fan touched his head, then reached into his arms and took out a thread-bound book, threw it to them, and said, "Book, the poor monk left, since there is nothing to do, the poor monk will leave." "It's just a normal version, but it can still change your physique.

After the young man took it, he clasped his hands into fists and said, "We are disciples of the Chen family, if the master is free, he can go to the Central Plains as a guest." ”

"Thank you, donor, poor monk farewell." Chen Fan just turned around and saw someone flashing by, the speed was extremely fast, Chen Fan didn't stop him, after all, it was still obscene and well-developed at this time.

"Hahaha...... How can the Yi Jin Jing be in your hands, what qualifications does the Chen family have to monopolize the Yi Jin Jing. Turning over the Yi Jin Jing in his hand, his eyes became cold.

"Shandong Fengjia? It's so bold that you dare to snatch something from my Chen Yong's hands, I'm tired of it. Chen Yong said coldly.

"Oh? It's hard to say, after all, it's the ring set by the master, and whoever wins in the end will be the one who owns, and now the game doesn't seem to be over. The young man laughed.

Before he finished speaking, he saw five or six little devils coming from outside, and said, "Brother Feng is right, the game is not over, how can the Yijin Jing belong to you." ”

"Hmph, when will it be your turn to take care of our business." The young man did not save face at all.

"Hahaha...... Brother Feng's words are to my old ginger's taste. Directly, a big man with a disheveled head walked in, followed by three or four people.

"There's nothing you can do with a glass of wine?" A chuckle came into everyone's ears, and after Chen Fan saw it, he found that it was getting worse and worse, it seemed that the eight families had already reached five, and three had not yet arrived, but it was not far away, hurry up and leave, I can't afford to mess with it.

Chen Fan hurriedly walked out, and was stopped as soon as he arrived at the door, and when he looked up, he saw a face like a silver basin, eyes like double apricots, muscles and bones were smooth, his body was plump, and his skin was white, which was almost similar to Xue Baochai written by Cao Gong, "Where is the master?" The competition is organized by the masters, how can it go without the end? ”

"Sister Ji, you can't say that, where is the master, how can you stop it, didn't you fall in love with him?"

After Chen Fan saw it, Fan Xin did not move at all, just smiled slightly, and said: "The poor monk has not read the Yi Jin Sutra, and the book is also in it, and the poor monk has something to do, so he will retire first." After speaking, Chen Fan wanted to pass over from the left.

I saw another person stand up, stop Chen Fan, and said: "Sister Li is wrong, this event was originally held by a master, how can you leave?" "The sound is like a silver bell, and it is very good.

Chen Fan saw that he was stopped again, and he was a little angry in his heart, when did he suffer such anger, even if he was in the middle of the journey to the west, the Jade Emperor Rulai would give three points of thin noodles, and a few women dared to stop the poor monk, holding a nine-ring tin cane, his eyes were cold, he looked at the three of them, and said: "Book, the poor monk gave it, face, the poor monk also gave it, what?" How many female donors still want to stop the poor monks? You know, sometimes Buddhas get angry. ”

The three of them looked at each other, and they were a little shocked in their hearts, this monk is not very old, the martial arts are so extraordinary, close to the realm of the martial arts Jindan, you must know that there are only two or three ancestors of the eight families who are martial arts Jindan, it seems that the other party's strength has been misestimated, after the three of them thought about it, they each took a step back, folded their hands and said: "Li Shiyun, Ji Xin, Wang can see the master." ”

After Chen Fan saw it, he thought in his heart: "It seems that the strength is still open." But he still said coldly: "Can the poor monk leave?" ”

The three of them were a little unwilling, but it would take a while for the family to rush to Shanghai, and among the aliens, they were working together to attack other planets, so it was better to provoke the master less, and said: "Master, please!" ”

After hearing this, Chen Fan nodded with a smile, and was about to step out of the door, when he saw a voice from behind: "Little monk, how can you go?" A sentence of broken Chinese reached Chen Fan's ears, and the anger in Chen Fan's heart was about to explode, but he still suppressed it, turned his head and said, "I don't know what happened to the donor?" ”

The Japanese man smiled and said: "I heard that Shaolin has the Yi Jin Sutra, the Washing the Pulp Sutra, two strange books, which can change the talent of the Yi Tendon Washing Pulp, and now that the Yi Jin Sutra has appeared, how can the Washing the Pulp Sutra disappear?" ”

After the Japanese finished speaking, the people of the other seven families looked at Chen Fan one after another, although there are also genius earth treasures that can change their qualifications, but they are also limited, and they can't afford to make up for it when they are young, and how can the Yijin Sutra and the Pulp Washing Sutra not make them tempted? When Bodhidharma crossed to the east, the eight families naturally did not dare to invade Shaolin, but after Bodhidharma's death, the Yijin Sutra and the Washing Marrow Sutra left only a few words, and now in the world, how can Chen Fan run away.

"Oh? The marrow washing sutra is naturally in the hands of the poor monk, but why should the poor monk hand it over to you? You and I don't seem to have anything to do with each other. Chen Fan asked.

"Wrong, master, if you still want to save the world, how can the master not save us?" A Japanese man stood up, and he spoke Chinese very well.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is practicing Theravada Buddhism, the poor monk failed to become a Buddha, how can he live the world, and you have no chance with the poor monk! How do you live? Chen Fan said with a smile.

"How could it not be? Meeting is fate. The man laughed.

Chen Fan read it and said: "Amitabha, it's not that the poor monk doesn't save you, but the donor's Yintang is black, his eyes are godless, and the spirit is scattered, I'm afraid he won't live long, how can this be a poor monk!" Chen Fan said that in the end, he suddenly went violently, his figure flashed, and his right hand held the nine-ring tin rod directly through his forehead and nailed to the ground.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, guilty of sin, the poor monk said that the donor has a bloody disaster, but he didn't listen, he had to crash into the poor monk's tin staff, alas!" Chen Fan lamented, his face was compassionate, as if the real Buddha was in the world, but the corpse lying under his feet made people feel the horror of this person.

The screams at the scene continued, fifty or sixty thousand people had fled, and the rest of their faces were very excited, and the people of the eight families swallowed a mouthful of saliva one after another, and did not dare to say anything about washing the marrow meridian, Tian Chuan Ziqi, the most powerful Tian Chuan of the Tian Chuan family, was directly nailed to the ground with a move, their strength is not much different, isn't it looking for death at this time?

"Amitabha, since the donors are fine, the poor monk will leave first." Chen Fan smiled, then turned his head and walked out step by step.

I saw that there were a foreign devil men and women outside, and when he walked up to Chen Fan, he showed a black book, and said, "What a difficult mage, because you killed the young master of the Ushima Tagawa family, the Twelve Alliances want to invite you to come over." ”

Chen Fan frowned a little after hearing this, the Twelve Alliances?

"Master, the Twelve Alliances are an alliance between the twelve planets, our eight families occupy eight planets, and the rest are occupied by several countries on the earth, most of them are Western, and there is no one in Shenzhou." Ji Xin secretly said.

"Nima, why is it so bad luck to kill one of the young masters of the Tian Chuan family, and not long after the killing, the twelve alliances came to the door, do they all think that the poor monk is a soft persimmon?" Chen Fan's anger that had just calmed down rose again, he looked at a few people coldly, and said, "What if the poor monk doesn't go over?" ”

"Oh, no, no, I don't think the difficult mage will refuse me, and you can't escape the mage." The leader shook his finger and said with a smile, only to see a convoy outside, holding a white pistol-like thing in his hand, Chen Fan thought it should be a laser.

Chen Fan smiled after hearing this, and said, "Oh, you can't stop the poor monk if the poor monk wants to leave, and hasn't the donor heard a word?" Within ten steps, the enemy country is exhausted, and you are only two or three steps away from the poor monks. ”

After Chen Fan finished speaking, he roared angrily: "Kill!" ”