Xiongba was hacked to death in an instant, and he died so unwilling and fearful, and even, as a rumored super master who saw the head and tail of the dragon, when he was cut in half with a knife, and both eyes showed extreme fear and death, many family elders and patriarchs who were originally standing in the field sat down quietly.

And the old Shaolin monk's face changed slightly, but he had no fear.

And Murong Guangfu was just holding the body of his son Murong Zhennan, standing so blankly, without joy or sorrow, and he didn't have any expression for the death of Xiongba, but an old man in a green shirt in the Tiantian Dart Bureau just closed his eyes indifferently, and never opened his eyes from beginning to end.

The old monk smiled coldly, looked at Ye Fan who was standing calmly, and said in a deep voice: "Amitabha, since Ye Fan's benefactor has stepped into that world level, don't enter the rivers and lakes and break the rules, since you dare to break the rules, the old monk will not be polite." ”

Ye Fan sneered: "Old bald donkey, you can see clearly, I, Ye Fan, have just reached the realm of annihilation, if you want the cultivator to make a move, then this matter will be easier to handle!" ”

Ye Fan said very proudly, but the rest of the people in the audience suddenly fell into a dead silence.

The realm of annihilation, the realm of annihilation!

Everyone was silent, and for a moment, several more patriarchs and elders sat down silently.

In the field, there are only a few families still standing, including the Blood Gate, the Wind Gate, the Cloud Gate, the Zhang family, the Lin family, etc.

Ye Fan swept a glance and kept these people firmly in his heart, but these people's faces were a little trembling.

In the field, Ye An also stood, but he watched all this with a calm face and said nothing.

"The Realm of Annihilation?" The old monk was surprised, but he was silent.

In this world, there is no such thing as a 'donkey', so most of Ye Fan's title of 'old bald donkey' is not understood by others, but through the first two words, he also knows that this is not a good word.

Most people think this word is very new and ridiculous, but it is just a whisper, trying to hold back, and dare not really laugh.

Ye Fan didn't answer, looked at the old monk with an indifferent face and said: "Old bald donkey, as a major sect of Shaolin, you should understand the principles of Buddhism and Zen, you should know how to be fair and tolerant, and you have been playing before, your partiality is so obvious, it is really unfair, and now, in my name, I order you to get off the martial arts platform!" ”

When this last sentence was spoken, the originally noisy surroundings fell silent again.

At this moment, Ye Yan's face also trembled, and his eyes looked at Ye Fan with a little strangeness, looking at this crippled son who was forced to leave home at the age of eight and was out of breath when he exercised.

Back then, the child who would always sit by the pond in the compound and watch the sun rise and set; Back then, the child who resolutely kowtowed in front of him and resolutely turned away; Back then, after learning the way of the knife, he killed the housekeeper Wang Zhen, the child who was hunted down; Back then, the red-eyed child who brutally stabbed the eldest brother ......

For a while, Ye Anxin was full of emotion.

That kid has grown up, has grown up, has grown up, even if he is expelled from the Ye family, he knows how to stand up for the Ye family......

The old monk's face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Ye Fan Xiaoer, you have killed countless people, you are heinous, and today you are openly making a big fuss in the martial arts arena, it is really a great crime, and it is too rampant to disturb the rivers and lakes like this!" Do you think that in the realm of annihilation, except for those who cultivate the truth, there will be no one to govern you?! ”

The old monk sneered, and suddenly said to an old monk with a solemn appearance and a yellow robe in the pavilion in the distance outside the venue: "Master Yideen, you have also seen it, and today I still ask you to make a move to maintain the stability of the martial arts." ”

"Amitabha—"

The old monk in the yellow shirt looked solemn, folded his hands slightly, glanced at Ye Fan, and said indifferently: "Master Ye, please come down from the stage, dead wood, you also come down together, monks, you must not be unfair!" ”

Ye Fan's face changed slightly, seeing that the old monk was not partial, he relaxed slightly, and off the field, the old man in the green shirt of the Heaven-shaking Dart Bureau, at this moment, his eyes lit up slightly, he glanced at the yellow-shirted monk, and then closed his eyes again and continued to recuperate.

The old monk called Deadwood had a slightly angry face, and he had to bow down and salute, "Yes, master." "After that, Hate walked off the stage.

And at this moment, when Ye Fan walked down, Long Guangfu, who had been silent, suddenly flashed with extreme hatred in his eyes, and silently returned to his family range and the Dragon Gate Dart Bureau.

At this time, the old man in the green shirt in this dart game had a calm face at the moment, stood up, and walked out slowly.

Looking at Ye Fan, the old man suddenly smiled evilly: "Ye Fan, you don't have to come down, just die on it!" With that, the old man tapped his feet and flew up directly.

This old man did not give the solemn face of the master of the lamp at all.

Ye Fan stared at the old man, and suddenly felt a strange sense of danger in his heart, this feeling was like meeting Tang Laozu outside the Zhuge family.

Ye Fan's heart trembled, and he immediately felt the power of the True Yuan flickering under the other party's feet.

His face sank, and Ye Fan said in a deep voice: "Are you a cultivator?" ”

The old man's eyes were calm, and he said disdainfully: "Cultivator? No, old man, it's a demon cultivator! ”

After speaking, the old man suddenly appeared in Ye Fan's instant, and his black hand like an iron claw slashed at Ye Fan's chest.

At this moment, Ye Fan had already taken precautions, even if the wind god ghost stepped out, the entire figure quickly retreated, and in an instant, it also violently destroyed the power of the five poisonous true elements in the body, at this moment, in view of the current occasion, Ye Fan was just a transformation, not a crazy transformation.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan's body shook, and in an instant, the aura in his body boiled wildly.

The old man's speed was too fast, and he was even more powerful than the cloud neutron, and with a palm, although Ye Fan retreated quickly, he was still beaten.

Ye Fan's face turned red for a while, but he was not injured, after all, in the realm of annihilation, after transformation, Ye Fan's defense increased too much!

Moreover, this first move, the old man in green shirt, did not use the true yuan.

Generally, true cultivators and demon cultivators, dealing with people in the rivers and lakes, do not use the true element, and in this way, it is not too out of bounds.

"Huh?" The old man in the green shirt had a cold face, and suddenly the pitch-black True Yuan Force in his hand rolled, and his figure flashed, and he had disappeared in place.

The next moment, the huge and terrifying True Yuan Force smashed into Ye Fan's head.

At this moment, beside him, the fragrance bursts, and the familiar fragrance came again, Ye Fan was excited in his heart, and said in a trembling voice: "Yunyan, you ...... It's coming."

In the void, a woman in pink armor suddenly appeared again, with colorful butterflies and twin swords flying behind her, beautiful to the extreme.

She stood on top of the head of the old man in the green shirt with a pair of pink and slightly white feet, the old man's posture was frozen in the space, and the real yuan in his hand was completely frozen and unable to move.

"Devilfang, you've crossed the line."

The sound of extreme beauty suddenly made everyone fall into fascination again.

Hearing this voice, Ye Fan trembled excitedly.