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Ye Fan only remembered that there were still a few thief and bald donkeys in front of him.
"Oh, you haven't run yet..."
Ye Fan said with a smile, "I borrowed your spirit treasure and tried your hands. It seems that you have tried too hard?"
Sanchi couldn't help but step back, shaking his head tremblingly.
"No... Impossible! It is impossible to break my Buddha bell in the Open Heaven Realm!"
"Open Heaven Realm can't work, martial arts can".
"Budo? What's a joke! Unless it's the law of planes, what is martial arts?!"
"The law of the plane is just a form of expression, the plane level includes the law, but not just the law..."
Ye Fan murmured, and shook his head again: "Forget it, tell you, you won't understand, your realm is too low".
"What are you talking nonsense?!"
Sanchi asked: "Who are you...Who are you? How can you have such a supernatural power?!"
"I've said it, my name is Long Wu, and all of your gods are deaf?"
Ye Fan didn't bother to talk nonsense, after several tens of meters, raising his hand was a straight long punch!
With a fist, the whole body's muscles are coordinated to the extreme.
A bunch of demon monks are still wondering, at such a long distance, this dragon five is not lucky, what does it mean to punch
But in the next instant, the eyes of all the living demon monks were about to fall out!
"Boom!!"
Without warning, the head of Zen Master San Chi exploded! !
There is no primordial power, not even wind!
After a few tens of meters, this punch seemed to be real, as if it hit Sanchez's face!
To let Ye Fan explain it himself, Ye Fan couldn't explain clearly how he did it.
In Ye Fan's eyes, this battlefield was like a piece of paper.
Zen Master Sanchi is just the little figure drawn on paper.
Ye Fan picked up the pen and drew a cross on the little man's head, and the little man's head was gone.
It's that simple!
The bottom line is that this little man doesn't even understand that he is on a piece of paper and being pointed at by the pen!
This is actually the case for those below the plane level.
At this moment, Ye Fan felt that he truly understood the meaning of the plane level!
The plane is the chess game, and I am the chess player!
"what!!-"
A group of demon monks are scared to go crazy!
This has far exceeded their perception of the strong!
The gods feel that they have really met a god!
As a result, the remaining dozens of demon monks, divided into three or four groups, fled in different directions.
Ye Fan stood on the spot, bowing with his fists left and right.
"Boom boom boom boom!..."
With every punch, the demon monk who was hundreds of meters away was beaten to death and his body was shattered!
It was like a super long distance, puncturing dozens of balls, understatement, there was no living thing.
"Don't pretend to be dead".
Ye Fan glanced at the three foods faintly.
The headless three eats, originally suppressed his spirit aura to the limit, pretending to have been blown up.
However, Ye Fan couldn't hide it at all.
How can a man in a painting drawn on paper fool a painter who paints
Any clues are seen in the eyes.
"Uncle Long, spare your life!!"
After eating three meals, he didn't care to recover his head, so he knelt down and begged for mercy.
"Where is the food?" Ye Fan asked.
"In the Jingzhai Temple! Just... Just three thousand gods northwest from here... Uncle! I can take you over! You go around me!"
Sanchi started to kowtow as soon as he repaired his head.
Ye Fan didn't even look at it, and slapped it in the air.
Three eating directly turned into countless powder, and the soul was blown away directly!
At this moment, the scene was completely quiet.
Ye Fan lifted his body and let out a sigh of relief.
Although his realm has reached the real plane level, to become stronger, he still needs to improve himself.
After the quadruple disintegration was lifted, it immediately became a bit tired.
Wiped his forehead, some sweat.
The consumption just now was not small.
However, this is not anxious, after all, the time of his cultivation is still short, and he can't compare his cultivation base with those old monsters.
But it can also be seen that the bloodline talent is really important.
Because of these things, they can save you a lot of time in cultivation and can also increase the final upper limit.
In the beginning, the Devil Dragon Emperor regretted his human master, and it is probably because of this.
A mortal, no matter how tall he stands, is bound to be at a disadvantage when he encounters a powerful race of the same height.
"Brother Longwu! You are so handsome!"
Shi Lanyu jumped over from the darkness and hugged Ye Fan.
"Why, sister Xiaoyu was overwhelmed by the heroic appearance of Brother Long?" Ye Fan raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"I hate it! I'm addicted to acting as a reckless guy!"
Shi Lanyu sighed, then chuckled again: "However, it's really fun, Uncle Longwu, it feels more interesting than Leng Xingchen's little white face, hehe..."
"It seems that I have a lot of talent for character modeling. Another day, the famous actress in the foggy night will write me a Legend of the Dragon Five..." Ye Fan touched his chin.
"Smelly shameless! It really blows up... I scared my sister to death just now!"
Shi Lanyu leaned on the man, "I thought that Big Brother Long Wu just couldn't help but pull out his sword. He actually solved the battle with his fists and feet. It's too powerful!"
Ye Fan smiled, and said to his heart that this was nothing more than a fist.
However, he didn't want to explain more, and the girl couldn't understand it.
For some "courses", if it is too early in the morning, it will cause some confusion. It is better to improve steadily.
Ye Longyuan saw something unusual, frowning and said: "The way you did it just now... it looks a bit like your father."
The monk Silent also nodded.
What they said was of course Ye Wuya.
Although Ye Wuya was on the earth, he couldn't do it seriously, he was mostly just for fun.
After all, to create the role of the Valkyrie, you have to show a few hands.
Ye Longyuan naturally couldn't see the depth.
But in terms of taste, it can still taste one or two.
Just now they saw Ye Fan throw a punch, and they suddenly remembered some scenes of Ye Wuya's past...
After hearing this, Ye Fan also confirmed some of his own guesses.
"Really, do you understand?"
Shaking his head without a word means that he doesn't understand at all.
"It seems to understand but not, that's why I said it was a bit like," Ye Longyuan sighed.
Ye Fan smiled and said, "It seems that the realm of the master is still higher.
But if you don’t understand it, it means you don’t understand it at all. When you don’t understand it, it means you have made real progress. "
"Why?" Ye Longyuan asked.
"In your current state, you can't even see the question clearly, so you naturally feel as if you can answer the question.
In fact, you won’t be able to figure out how to answer it until you understand the question,” Ye Fan said.
Ye Longyuan was startled, then sighed and nodded.
"Okay, I'm going to find the Bushi monk. What's left in this temple is a bunch of stinky fish and shrimps.
You can solve it with the Master of Not Language.
Let's finish the matter of saving the child.
When I kill without eating, this place will naturally no longer be a hell."
As Ye Fan said, he hugged Shi Lan Yu, jumped directly, and left the mine.
Among the three thousand gods, Ye Fan actually didn't know how far it was.
But at Ye Fan's speed, he couldn't be far away.
At dawn, Ye Fan had already arrived near the Jingzhai Temple.
As soon as I arrived in the city around the temple, I had already smelled the smell of meat everywhere in the air.
It can be seen everywhere, is a huge variety of golden signs, the catering industry is in full swing.
In all kinds of restaurants, there are bald heads who drink and eat meat.
Ye Fan's divine consciousness searched all the information near the temple, and suddenly realized something was wrong.
"It's so bad that you don't eat, you really deserve to be the leader of that group of demon monks," Ye Fan sneered.
"Brother Longwu, what's the matter?" Shi Lan Yu asked strangely.