Before Ye Chengan had time to see clearly how the man flew out, a very fast black shadow passed in front of his eyes.
With a "bang", the heavy object fell to the ground, and Ye Qiqi stepped directly on the man's chest.
"puff!!"
The man was lying on his back on the ground, and when Ye Qiqi stepped on him like this, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Ye Qiqi lowered his head, glanced at him with a pair of beautiful eyes full of mockery, curved the corners of his lips in a nice arc and said, "You are so weak, but you can't kill the person I want to kill."
"You..." The man pointed at Ye Qiqi with a trembling finger, but then lowered it feebly.
He felt as if his internal organs had been shattered, and every bone in his body was screaming in pain.
"Why, isn't it??" Ye Qiqi's foot crushed his chest a little harder, and said with a bad smile: "I just made a move, and you are like this. It seems that you, Yama The palace is really weak."
"puff!!"
The man stared at him with hatred in his eyes. He originally planned to speak, but when he opened his mouth, another mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Donor, please be merciful."
Just when Ye Qiqi was about to torture him for a while, an old voice suddenly sounded behind them.
Ye Qiqi was startled for a moment, then turned around and saw an old monk wearing yellow robes slowly walking towards him step by step.
The old monk walked up to Ye Qiqi, looked down at the man lying on the ground, clasped his hands together and said in a compassionate voice: "Amitabha, donor, please show mercy."
"Who are you?" Ye Qiqi blinked at the old monk in front of him with a pair of clear eyes, and asked with a frown.
"Old Na Jingguan is the abbot of Hanshan Temple." The old monk raised his head and said without any fluctuation in his tone.
"Oh..." Ye Qiqi nodded and asked curiously: "What is your relationship with him? Are you also from the Yama Palace?"
The old monk was silent for a moment, but did not immediately answer Ye Qiqi's question. Instead, he asked: "The donor does not seem to be a sincere person who comes to worship the Buddha. I don't know what the donor's purpose is."
Ye Qiqi rolled his eyes, then smiled at the old monk and said, "I want to join the Yama Hall."
What!
Ye Chengan, who was standing next to the threshold of the hall, suddenly widened his eyes when he heard her words.
The old monk frowned and said, "Join the Yama Hall? Why?"
"I heard that the Yama Hall is the most powerful killer organization in the world. As long as your martial arts skills are high enough, you can join the Yama Hall, then go on missions and earn some silver." Ye Qiqi said to the old monk without any shame: "I am lacking Money, so I want to join the Yama Palace."
"The donor is short of money?" The old monk blinked and looked Ye Qiqi up and down, then shook his head and said, "Didn't the donor just now say that if he loses, he will give him a hundred taels of gold? Why is it so bad now?" Are you starting to be short of money?"
"To be honest, I really don't have a hundred taels of gold on me." Ye Qiqi looked at the old monk with a smile and said: "I just said that because I was sure he couldn't beat me. To be honest, I am very poor. I still owe someone a thousand taels of silver."
"Oh?" The old monk looked at Ye Qiqi again, and sure enough he saw that she was wearing ordinary coarse cloth, which was indeed incomparable to the young man in brocade and jade robes next to her.