Chapter Seventy-Two: Sweeping Monk, You've Disappointed Me Too Much!

"Amitabha,"

I don't know who recited a Buddha horn, and then the whole square sounded a loud Buddha horn,

"Amitabha!"

The dead are great,

In the eyes of a Shaolin monk, no matter what wrong things Xuan Ci had done, in order to protect the reputation of Shaolin Temple, he was willing to die to apologize, which is naturally worthy of respect. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing Xuan Ci die, Ye Fan understood that his goal had been achieved, and after that, no one knew the background of Qiao Feng and Xuzhu, and he could enter and leave this Tianlong World at any time.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan did not hesitate to cast the "Ling Bo Micro Step", the whole person turned into a breeze, and in the blink of an eye, he had already crossed a group of Shaolin monks and ran straight towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and when Tianshan Tong saw this, she also hurriedly followed,

"It's not good, they want to force my Shaolin!" Seeing this, Xuan Yan on the side couldn't recover from the grief of Xuan Ci's death, and greeted the others, and also followed the figure of Tianshan Tong's grandmother.

Seeing this, the rest of the Shaolin monks hurriedly separated the warrior monks to guard the mountain gate to prevent others from taking advantage of the chaos to break into Shaolin, and the rest of the people also hurriedly followed.

For the location of the Scripture Pavilion, Ye Fan is familiar with the road,

After a while, he crossed the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Bodhi Temple, Tianwang Hall and other buildings, and went straight to the front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, only to see a thin monk in a green robe holding a broom in the corridor outside the window, and was bowing and sweeping the floor.

This monk is not young, his sparse long beard is already white, his movements are slow, he has no strength, and he does not look like he has martial arts.

Although this is the case, in Ye Fan's eyes, the feeling that the sweeping monk gives himself is completely different, looking at it from a distance, the sweeping monk's movements are extremely harmonious, as if his whole person is one with this small world, regardless of each other.

"Sure enough, it's the Grandmaster Realm," Ye Fan muttered, before he stepped forward, there was a sudden sound of whirring wind in his ears, and when he turned his head, it turned out that Tianshan Tong's grandmother had also followed, and behind her, there were Xuan Yan and others with an anxious face,

"Is this the old monk?"

Tianshan Tong seemed to be aware of it, and turned her head to ask.

"That's right," Ye Fan nodded, no longer hesitating in his heart, and walked over,

"Master, the juniors are polite."

Suddenly heard the voice, the sweeping monk did not stop the movement of his hand, still took care of himself to sweep the dead branches and leaves on the ground, only to see that the broom in his hand has long been left with a few branches, but the dead branches and leaves on the ground seem to be controlled by an invisible hand, under the sweeping monk's sweeping, piled into a small pile.

After doing all this, the sweeping monk slowly raised his head, revealing his wrinkled face, "Amitabha, the poor monk is just a monk in charge of cleaning in the temple, and the donor should not be called a master." ”

"yes,"

The corners of Ye Fan's mouth hooked, revealing a strange smile, "The junior has a sword, and I invite the master to taste it." ”

"Choke,"

In a flash, a bright sword blade suddenly appeared in Ye Fan's hand, slowly stabbing towards the vital point around the sweeping monk.

Thundered

Before the sword could reach his body, he saw several cracks suddenly crack on the floor, and the air around him became solemn in an instant.

Xuan Nan and the others on the side, when they saw this sword, they couldn't help but stand on end, and they were afraid for a while.

At this moment, in their eyes, Ye Fan, who was holding a long sword, seemed to have turned into a sharp and uncast long sword, and the sharp sword qi lingered around his body, just looking at each other made their eyes sting, and they retreated, and their hearts were shocked,

In the face of this sword, the sweeping monk didn't seem to see it, and with a push of both hands, it seemed that a force turned into an invisible wall of qi, blocking the sword qi in front of him.

"Bump,"

The long sword finally made contact with the wall of qi in front of the sweeping monk, as if trapped in a quagmire, unable to extricate himself.

And the sweeping monk took the sword with a wall of anger, but his face suddenly flushed, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. The sweeping monk smiled slightly, "Amitabha, such a handsome swordsmanship, the sword of the donor was really rare at that time." ”

As soon as the word "have" was finished, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Seeing the blood spilling from the sweeping monk's mouth, Ye Fan did not show a happy look, but shook his head in disappointment, and looked at the long sword in his hand, "Alas, when I saw the master today, the younger generation benefited a lot, so I said goodbye." ”

"Click,"

As he spoke, the sound of a blade shattering sounded,

It turned out that when the long sword stabbed against the qi wall, he couldn't withstand the force of the two fighting, and the reason why it didn't break immediately was because Ye Fan was using his own true qi to maintain it, but when he spoke just now, his momentum couldn't help but leak.

And the long sword naturally couldn't be preserved in the confrontation between the two.

"Grandma Tong, let's go,"

The imaginary war did not happen, Tianshan Tong glanced at Ye Fan curiously, as if she had a thousand words, but she was afraid that Xuan Nan and others were around, so she had to suppress her curiosity.

Out of the temple gate, Tianshan Tong's grandmother was curious, "Just now, why didn't you ask me to do it, with you and me joining forces, it is not difficult to take down this old monk." ”

Tianshan Tong is not stupid, through the previous battle between Ye Fan and the sweeping monk, she has seen that although the sweeping monk has entered the realm of the grandmaster, the strength shown is only a half-step grandmaster, so she dares to say that she can join forces with Ye Fan to take down the sweeping monk.

"No need,"

Ye Fan shook his head, his face seemed to be happy and sad, the situation of the sweeping monk was also beyond his expectations, originally, Ye Fan meant to use the pressure of the battle with the sweeping monk to break his own bottleneck and successfully break through the threshold of the grandmaster.

But people are not as good as heaven, even Ye Fan didn't expect that although the sweeping monk entered the realm of the grandmaster, due to his age, his body was aging, and he did not have the strength that the grandmaster level should have.

That's why he left disappointed,

Fortunately, the Divine Ring has the ability to communicate with the heavens and all worlds, even if there is no sweeping monk, Ye Fan believes that he has a way to find an opportunity to break through to the grandmaster.

However, the matter of the sweeping monk sounded a wake-up call for him.

Amazing and brilliant characters like sweeping monks have to be limited to this due to physical aging and lifespan limitations, and although Ye Fan can travel to various planes through the Divine Ring, he is still a mortal after all.

If you can't detach yourself in time, when your life runs out, you will still be a dead end after all!

Therefore, Ye Fan made up his mind to pay attention, if he had the opportunity, he must find a way to find some heavenly treasures or something to extend his lifespan, otherwise when he cultivated one day, he would suddenly find that his lifespan was exhausted, and that would be a sad thing.

(ps: The weather has been getting cooler these days, and I feel a headache when I get up in the morning, and I guess it's a cold, so I haven't recovered in the morning, and I barely got up at noon to finish this chapter, I'm really sorry)