As soon as the monk surnamed Qian put away the long whip in his hand, his face turned red, and he roared angrily: "How dare the little beast!?"

The next moment, a black gold mace smashed into the monk surnamed Qian, he dodged a few times, and it was difficult to take care of the short and fat monk anymore, beckoning the monk in Tsing Yi to fight with Shi Feng again.

Ye An's eyes flashed with cold light, he sneered, and with a move of his right hand, the nine spirit swords instantly gathered, and the momentum was one, and he slashed towards Humpty Fat.

A majestic aura continued to erupt from the sword body, and the air on both sides seemed to have been cut open.

The snowflakes were still falling, and the pieces of white were constantly shattered under the sword qi, after all, the short and fat monk was in the realm of the middle stage of Ning Dan, at this critical moment, there was still a trace of clarity in his mind, and his left hand was pushed forward like lightning.

For the Humpty Fat Monk's counterattack, Ye An didn't dare to underestimate it, and was just about to retreat, but suddenly found that the aura around him had become extremely viscous, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, and he couldn't move for half a minute.

Ye An didn't think much about it at all, and while finding that he was imprisoned, he quickly raised his hands, and the black spiritual power frantically surged into his palm, facing the seemingly plain palm.

The next moment, Ye An flew out upside down like an arrow off the string, he couldn't stop rolling in the air, spitting blood in his mouth, and pieces of red fell down Ye An's tumbling trajectory.

The short and fat monk was dizzy at the moment, biting the tip of his tongue, now is not the moment of carelessness at all, his right hand has lost consciousness, and his left hand quickly slapped the storage bag on his waist under gritting his teeth, and a gilded iron ruler suddenly appeared in his hand, and his fingers rolled up slightly, and Ye An's nine sword formations could no longer fall a bit.

He roared, the blue tendons on his face burst out, and the Dan Qi became more and more frantic in the iron ruler, and after a stalemate for a moment, the nine sword formations suddenly swayed, suddenly dispersed, and no longer formed a formation.

With a few gasps, the short and fat monk casually took two handfuls of pills, and his right hand, which was seriously injured by Ye An, gradually stopped bleeding, and the hot pain was gradually replaced by a feeling of numbness.

Viciously glanced at Ye An, who had just stood firm, although the sea space was still a little swollen at the moment, it was much better than before.

After Ning Dan, how could he have suffered such a loss? The gilded iron ruler in his hand shook his finger, and the short and fat monk gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely beat you to death to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

After that, with a kick of his legs, he turned into a rainbow light and ran towards Ye An.

Ye An had just stood firm at this moment, and when he saw that the short and fat monk had come in anger at this moment, he glanced at Senior Brother Shi Feng, who had gradually gained the upper hand, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he immediately had a plan in his heart.

With a pinch of the law in his hand, the fire pill in the dantian was finally no longer silent, and the slightest trace of fire qi instantly permeated Ye An's hand along the meridians, and with a flick of his hand, a fireball the size of a finger jumped out gently.

The short and fat monk glanced at Ye An with disdain, it was not that he underestimated the other party, but the fire technique of a Daoji monk, what kind of waves could he make?

So he didn't want to think about it, as if the front was just a leaf, he stuck it in front of him, and flicked it casually, intending to push the fire trick that Ye An hit to the side.

However, in the next moment, Humpty Dumpty's face turned ugly again, but he didn't expect that he still underestimated the other party!

I saw that the fireball was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and as soon as it came into contact with the gilded iron ruler, it jumped and divided several flames, but it burned into a flame in an instant, and the more it burned, the more it burned!

Frightened, he didn't care about the magic weapon in his hand, so he simply threw it down, and looked at it in a blink of an eye, but at some point, the sleeve was actually contaminated with a trace of fire, and it began to spread in an instant!

Frightened, the Humpty Dumpty monk opened his mouth and spat out a stream of cold water, but when it met the fire, it turned into a fiery gas and rose into a mist. He was shocked, "What the hell is this!"

Ye An's face was indifferent, and a spirit sword with bursts of aura hovering appeared in his hand, the sword body was extremely thin, and it buzzed under the slight trembling, this was already Ye An's best spirit sword at present!

He took out a piece of talisman paper extremely cautiously and pasted it on his right leg, and at the same time, the Divine Consciousness of Destruction broke out again, turning into a black ray and biting towards the other party.

Humpty Dumpty Monk was still enduring the pain of devouring bones at the moment, constantly changing the magic in his hand, trying to completely disperse the flames like poisonous snakes, and he didn't notice Ye An galloping towards him.

Without the slightest accident, the Cultivator Divine Consciousness didn't enter the panicked Humpty Fat Monk's mind in the blink of an eye.

While the other party was struggling, the wind rune paper in Ye An's right leg also came into play instantly, and he shouted at a gallop: "Take your life and !!"

The monk surnamed Qian and the monk in Tsing Yi subconsciously looked over, but saw an extremely incredible scene.

Humpty Dumpty Monk had green smoke in his right hand, and the whole person was floating in the air in a daze, Ye An obviously used an unknown method, and attacked Humpty Dumpty Monk at an extremely fast speed, waving his hand at him is a sword!

If it was usual, don't say how plain Ye An's sword without the slightest discipline is, even if his own swordsmanship is superior, there is no reason why Humpty Fat Monk can't stop it.

But something strange happened, Humpty Fat Monk struggled with such a face, but he didn't resist at all as if he had lost his mind, and as the sword light flashed, a bloody head flew high!

The body of the short and fat monk fell weakly, Ye An grabbed it with his right hand, and poked into the abdomen of the corpse, with a trace of blood on his face, with an inexplicable hatred, and pulled out a golden Dao Dan!

The two surnamed Qian looked at the Dao Dan in Ye An's hand, their faces were frightened, and a chill rose in their hearts, originally thinking that the four of them could not only eat Shi Feng steadily, but also receive a large reward after capturing Ye An alive and offering it to the Poison Sect.

But it backfired, an hour's hard work, he had lost more than half of it, Shi Feng was extremely fierce, and it was unknown whether he and Tsing Yi could take it down, not to mention that there was the extremely weird Ye An watching from the side!

Ye An looked at the Dao Dan in his hand at this time, and he felt extremely happy!

Although the other party is only the lowest male cultivator of Nanmiao, although the cultivation level of the male cultivator here is much worse than that of the new domain, although he has a mental calculation or not, he did kill two Ning Dan monks in a row, and also dug out a Dao Dan!

A look of madness appeared on his face, and he muttered in his mouth: "Floating Old Demon, one day Ye Mou will definitely cut off your limbs and dig out your Dao Dan to eliminate the hatred in my heart that has not retreated for decades!"