The man in black and the monk were horrified, they didn't even notice that there was a third person around them!

"You, who are you?" Only then did the man in black realize that the person who had just shattered his right arm was not his master brother Yu Leiming, but the extremely dangerous man in front of him!

"I should ask you this question, what do you want the Buddha's relics for?" Ye Fan began to interrogate the man in black, what he and the senior brother said before that the "Qimen Technique" that he exchanged the relics for the Kongtong faction must be a lie, because this kind of vicious villain will never use his mind on the right path. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You don't want to know!" With a fierce look, the man in black suddenly swept backwards towards the forest behind, the speed was extremely fast, and the footwork and posture were even more erratic, and the back seemed to have eyes, and he disappeared in the dark pine forest in a few moments.

In the face of an invincible and powerful opponent, he decisively chose to flee, and he had no pride and blood.

"Soul chasing step?" Ye Fan sneered at the corner of his mouth, this person is not using the Kongtong Sect's peerless learning, but a lost evil sect body method, which originates from the martial arts of the Yanshan Northern Sect!

This man in black is really not simple, not simple!

Ye Fan was not in a hurry to follow, but turned to look at the monk, "Do you have any last words?"

"Sow evil causes, reap evil results...... Little Monk ...... Just...... Can seniors recover...... The Buddha relics stolen by Feng Kun...... There is nothing else to ask for......" The monk slowly sat down cross-legged, he knew that he didn't have much time left, and he would have no regrets if someone could fulfill his last wish for him before he died.

"You sit down!" Ye Fan waved his hand indifferently and disappeared in front of the monk's eyes.

Yu Leiming's chin drooped, his head hung down on his chest, and he sat under the Shakyamuni Stupa and lost his breath.

On the shore of a lake two miles away from Lingguang Temple, Feng Kun, who fled here in embarrassment, had a chance to catch his breath, took out a hemostatic medicine and sprinkled it on his broken arm, swallowed several large pills in a row, and his gold-like face regained a trace of human appearance.

The pain of this broken arm, ordinary people can't bear it at all, but he can make the most correct choice in the crisis and resolutely escape, but at this time, he is no longer able to escape.

"Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon of Lingguang Temple, how far has that person's cultivation reached?" Hiding in a bush of reeds, Feng Kun still had palpitations in his heart, and his whole body was trembling.

Fortunately, he got the Buddha's relics, otherwise this trip to steal chickens would not be worth the loss.

Looking at the stubble on his right arm, Feng Kun's bloodshot eyes flashed with fierce colors and fierce light!

"Why don't you run away?" Sky sneered, and in an instant his cold hair stood on end, goosebumps floated all over his body, and he didn't dare to move!

As if he had been immobilized, Feng Kun could no longer afford the idea of escaping at the moment, he knew that he had met a master among the masters this time, and it was impossible for him to escape from the other party.

His eyes widened as he watched a figure fall in front of him out of thin air.

"Betraying the master, stealing the Buddha treasure relics, killing the same brother, any crime is enough to sentence you to death. Feng Kun: What do you mean by stealing relics?"

Ye Fan's cold drinking made Feng Kun sit in the grass, and cold sweat soaked the three layers of clothes inside and out.

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