The sweet potato doesn't know how to practice, but he is even older than Ye Xiaofei, and even his body is like copper skin and iron bones.

Ordinary people's fists hit sweet potatoes, undoubtedly scratching their boots.

Even if Ye Xiaofei has cultivated the Seven Signs of Yun Ji now, if he relies on his strength and speed, it will be difficult to deal with sweet potatoes.

As the saying goes, one thing drops one thing, and the steel is overcome by softness.

In order to stay by the side of the six-fingered monk, the sweet potato has obviously done his best.

Ye Xiaofei's only chance of winning is to cooperate with Bu Gang to step on the bucket and quickly use the Yin Nine Needles on the sweet potato.

If you just use the Nine Needles of Yin and Nether, you can't get close to the body of the sweet potato at all, but with the assistance of Bugang Stepping Bucket, this set of Nine Needles of Yin and Yin is like a sharp weapon, and it has an effect.

There was a slight thump.

The sweet potato, which was originally in an offensive posture, suddenly stopped.

Just a second or two later, the sweet potato plopped and fell directly to the ground.

And at the moment of falling to the ground, the sweet potato cried.

Although his body seemed to be stiff and did not move, tears from the sweet potato flowed out of his eyes like a fountain.

"Master, I, I've lost. You—Don't leave me. ”

Suddenly, the tide turned.

The most surprising was He Linfeng.

He Linfeng opened his mouth, he was already dumbfounded, it was clear that the sweet potato had the upper hand just now, why did he suddenly fall to the ground?

He Linfeng didn't see the silver needle in Ye Xiaofei's hand, and even He Zhouzheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his brows furrowed slightly.

However, the six-fingered monk saw that Ye Xiaofei actually used the Nine Needles of Yin and Darkness.

Looking at the soul in Ye Xiaofei's body that had fallen silent, and seeing Ye Xiaofei gasping heavily, the six-fingered monk suddenly snorted coldly, jumped up directly from the boulder, and slapped Ye Xiaofei with one palm.

"Master!"

Ye Xiaofei and He Linfeng exclaimed at the same time.

They didn't expect the Six-Fingered Monk to suddenly make a move.

Even if Ye Xiaofei cultivated Lao Cui's three-needle technique at this time, he was still not the opponent of the six-fingered monk at all, let alone cultivated to one needle.

It was dark, and the moon rose in the east, hanging half the sky.

Ye Xiaofei's body was knocked away by the six-fingered monk's palm, but the six-fingered monk did not stop there, but instead rushed up, grabbed Ye Xiaofei's waist, and directly lifted him up in the air.

Seeing his master's move, Sweet Potato was a little stunned for a while, but he also stopped crying, and shouted with all his might: "Master, Master, I, I am willing to gamble and lose, no, I want to hurt Brother Fei." ”

The six-fingered monk turned a deaf ear, holding Ye Xiaofei with one hand, but the other hand kept hitting all parts of Ye Xiaofei's body, and every time he clicked, Ye Xiaofei's body would twitch twice.

He Linfeng finally couldn't bear it anymore, because he was worried about Ye Xiaofei, he pulled out the gun.

However, before he could raise the gun, He Zhouzheng grabbed He Linfeng's wrist and roared angrily: "Lin Feng, don't be rude to the master. ”

"But, but Xiaofei obviously won, that, that"

"Shut up!"

He Zhouzheng slowly stood up, and He Linfeng hurriedly stepped forward to support He Zhouzheng.

He Zhouzheng glanced at the six-fingered monk and Ye Xiaofei, and then said in a low voice, "Let's go back." ”

"Go back? No, no matter? ”

"Hurry up!"

He Zhouzheng was clearly furious.

He Linfeng had never disobeyed He Zhouzheng, but at this time, seeing Ye Xiaofei almost dying from the constant blows of the six-fingered monk, he suddenly twisted his head and said categorically: "No, I can't leave Xiaofei alone." ”

As he spoke, he shook off He Zhouzheng's hand, raised his gun and shouted at the six-fingered monk: "Master, put down Ye Xiaofei, otherwise I will shoot!" ”

At this time, He Linfeng was bent on saving Ye Xiaofei, and he couldn't care about the identity of the six-fingered monk at all.

However, the six-fingered monk ignored He Linfeng at all and continued to hit Ye Xiaofei.

Ye Xiaofei only had the breath out, but not in, and the whole person was like an eraser, as if every bone had been shattered, and it became soft.

Seeing this, He Zhouzheng coughed violently twice, stepped forward and grabbed He Linfeng's wrist again, and then twisted it back slightly.

The gun in He Linfeng's hand fell instantly.

At the same time, He Zhouzheng reached forward with his other hand, held the gun in his hand, casually inserted it into the holster on He Linfeng's waist, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Lin Feng, you are too reckless, the master is a high-ranking monk, he will not afford to lose." Let's get out of here immediately, don't disturb the master to treat Xiaofei. ”

"Heal?"

He Linfeng glanced at He Zhouzheng suspiciously, looked at He Zhouzheng's affirmative eyes, and finally nodded heavily, and helped He Zhouzheng down the mountain.

Until he reached the foot of the mountain, He Linfeng was still worried about Ye Xiaofei, and asked anxiously: "Dad, what disease does Xiaofei have?" ”

He Zhouzheng shook his head: "I don't know, but I can see that the Great Rulai Vajra Handprint made by Yun Bodhi is not a killing move, but some kind of powerful sealing method." I think, I'm afraid there is something terrible in Ye Xiaofei's body, right? ”

"What? Fly him"

Before He Linfeng could ask again, He Zhouzheng waved his hand: "If you are free, bring Xiaofei to the house for a meal, and we will officially get to know each other." ”

"What?"

He Linfeng didn't seem to believe his ears at all, and looked at He Zhouzheng in a bit of a daze.

Is this an admission of Ye Xiaofei in disguise?

He Zhouzheng didn't say anything more, but coughed twice: "Go back." ”

The sweet potato was pierced by Ye Xiaofei's back, and he couldn't move at all, watching Ye Xiaofei being ravaged by the six-fingered monk, he was so anxious that he screamed.

Ye Xiaofei only felt that his body was getting lighter and softer, but the voice of Yuan Miao Zhenren in his mind kept screaming like crazy.

Soon, Ye Xiaofei's consciousness began to blur, and he couldn't even hear what Yuan Miao Zhenren was shouting, but he felt that Yuan Miao Zhenren's voice was getting farther and farther away.

"Could it be that this six-fingered monk can't kill me because I defeated the sweet potato?"

"However, if he wants to kill me, he can kill me with one move, why do you need to make so much effort?"

"And how come I didn't feel any pain?"

Just when Ye Xiaofei was puzzled, a thick fog suddenly rose on the top of the entire Gem Mountain.

The mist obscured the eyes, almost to the point where they could not see their fingers.

Ye Xiaofei's heart fluttered, he couldn't help but be a little excited, and wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth.

Guan Caijing's angry voice sounded in the thick fog: "Old bald donkey, let go of Xiaofei!" ”

"Smack!"

A thunderous voice suddenly rang out.

Ye Xiaofei felt that the fierce yin wind stopped with a rolling murderous aura.

The six-fingered monk snorted coldly, one hand was still holding Ye Xiaofei, but his body was as light as a leaf, and his toes flew up in the air with a slight touch of his toes.

"Ghostly things, carving insect skills, dare to be presumptuous in front of the old man!"

With a wave of his big hand, a whirlwind broke out of the six-fingered monk's robe, blowing half of the white mist.

In the white mist, Guan Caixun's angry figure was revealed.

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