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.

"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.

He suddenly fell to the ground on his knees, knelt down in front of Ye Fan, panicked like a lost dog, and begged bitterly: "Seniors spare my life, I was confused for a while, and I was confused by ghosts......"

"Fart!" Ye Fan squinted, and a true qi popped out, and the irresistible huge force immediately lifted Feng Kun into the shallow water of the lake!

Planted in the muddy water, Feng Kun rolled in a hurry, gritted his teeth and snorted, the wound entered the water, the pain was incomparable, and both eyeballs were about to burst.

"I'll give you one last chance, say!" Even so, the opponent still refused to forgive him, and a huge coercion surged from all sides, almost crushing Feng Kun's desire to survive.

In front of this man who was killed halfway, he didn't have the slightest ability to resist, it was like a mountain, a high wall, and a chasm, cutting off his last thoughts.

"I said, I said...... It's the master uncle, Wang Wenlong, who wants me to ...... You want me to do it......"

"Wang Wenlong?is also from the Kongtong faction?" Ye Fan secretly pondered, this person from the Kongtong faction wants the Buddhist relics to have a fart?

Feng Kun raised his head from the muddy water with difficulty, and replied with a pant: "Yes, Wang Wenlong, he is the acting head of the Kongtong faction...... I don't know what he wants the Buddha relics to do, but he promises...... As long as the matter is successful, I will marry my little sister to me......"

"Where did you learn this soul-chasing step?"

Hearing Ye Fan say the name of the Soul Chasing Step, Feng Kun's heart was even more cold, how could this person know everything?

"Yes, it was taught by the master uncle, and he instructed me to use this footwork to escape in case of a mistake...... Feng Kun did not dare to hesitate, under the suppression of absolute strength, he dared to hesitate for half a minute, and he would die without a place to be buried.

"Escape, did he calculate that you would meet an opponent?" Feng Kun's inconspicuous words made Ye Fan surmise that this Wang Wenlong was afraid and did not dare to come to Lingguang Temple to steal the Buddha's relics in person.

"I don't know, I really don't know, senior, this thing is back to you, you let me live, you will be my ...... Just like a dog, useless water dog......"

Feng Kun took out the relics gold box and begged bitterly, as long as he could survive, he would be lucky, and when he encountered such a terrifying enemy, no matter how many conspiracies and tricks he had, he would have nowhere to perform.

Ye Fan snorted coldly, grabbed the relic gold box in the air, didn't look at it, and immediately put it in the storage bracelet.

Just when Feng Kun was expecting Ye Fan to tell him to roll, his body was suddenly uncontrollable and was taken out of the quagmire by an invisible force, a hand was pressed on the back of his head, and his mind was swept by wind and waves, his eyes suddenly rolled white, he was covered in chaff, and his mouth was foaming, as if a powerful electric current continued to pass through him.

"Didn't lie......" After a moment, Ye Fan let go of his palm and nodded slightly.

For this kind of vicious villain, I can't believe his one-sided words, the safest thing to do is to search his memory and judge the truth or falsehood, but after the invasion of this demonic soul dementoring Dafa, even if Feng Kun can survive, he will only become a crazy fool, his memory is lost, and cerebral palsy is incurable!

However, even so, Ye Fan didn't intend to let him go, and a cloud of samadhi true fire was used as a hood, devouring the remnants of Feng Kun's ghost crying wolf.

"Amitabha, forgive people and spare people, why should the donor kill them all......" A Buddha horn swirled in the night sky, and an old monk in gray came down on the shore of this lake in the blink of an eye.

Lingguang Temple really has a master who lives in seclusion!

Ye Fan looked back, this monk was extremely thin, the monk's robe was full of patches, and a pair of eyes were extremely bright in the dark, as if two Buddha lamps illuminated the darkness here.

Picking up a smile, Ye Fan shook his head and sighed: "This master, you are too hypocritical, since you know that I am going to kill him, why don't you save this villain?

The monk was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but he was not angry, he said Amitabha, put his palms together and said with a smile: "What the donor said is wrong, even if the poor monk makes a move, he can save his life now, but he can't change the donor's intention to kill him, and he will not escape death after all." ”

"Hey, you old monk is really clever and stingy...... Ye Fan was also amused by him, "You don't go to put out the fire, do you still have time to run here to play tricks?"

The monk smiled faintly: "The poor monk is not here to talk and laugh, the scriptures are in my heart whether the fire is saved or not, but if you miss the donor, the poor monk is a sinner." ”

"Sinner? You monk is really funny, I don't know you, I can't fight with eight poles, what are you looking for me? Could it be that you are a monk of wine and meat? You are so poor that you can't afford to eat the Lantern Festival, and you want to find someone to slaughter it temporarily? Or, or the color precept has not been removed, this is the spring season, and you are about to move, isn't it?" Ye Fan crooked his mouth and put on a rogue face of a gangster in the market.

The gray-clothed old monk still had a faint smile on his face, "The donor said with a smile, the poor monk is not rich in wine and meat, but the donor here seems to have taken something that should not be taken." ”

"It's like, old monk, you can't say anything yourself, and you dare to detain and pots? What did I take from you? What is there to look at in your poor place? It's a joke!" Ye Fan jumped to his feet and pointed at the monk and roared.

Of course, he knew what the old monk was asking for, but he also guessed that the monk did not see the scene where he collected the relics, but only speculated that the relics were on his own based on what happened.

"A Buddha tooth relic of Buddha Shakyamuni has just been lost in the stupa of this temple. The old monk lightly read out the hole cards.

"What relics? Uncle has never heard of it, nor has he seen it...... "If it weren't for the old monk's involvement, Ye Fan might have quietly put the relics back in place, but at this moment, he was chased and begged for like a thief, and he was very unhappy in his heart, and he didn't admit that you could do anything to the uncle?"

The old monk's eyes flashed, "Since the donor is unwilling to return to Zhao completely, the poor monk can only offend!" Amitabha-"

The loud Buddha horn sounded leisurely on the lakeside, and suddenly it was like the sound of heaven, ethereal and swirling, and at the same time, a golden palm print, with illusory Buddha light, was four or five meters wide, and the momentum was like thunder and thunderbolt, among which the Sanskrit sound was faintly curling, condensed and formed in mid-air, like a five-finger mountain towards Ye Fan's head!

Seeing this amazing palm technique used by the old monk, Ye Fan couldn't help but let out a strange cry: "I'm sorry, if you come to the divine palm!?"