Ye Yinfeng slipped through the small window like a tanuki, and there was a cloud of dust on the ground, and his figure rolled up bursts of flying dust, and then a pungent smell of mildew surged towards him. After his body stabilized, he looked around for a while, and the dappled light shone down from the roof, and there was a mess everywhere, it was obvious that it had been uninhabited for too long, and this temple had been abandoned for I don't know how many years.

His lithe figure walked towards the little monk who was humming a little tune, and a huge clay sculpture appeared in front of him, and he saw the back of the little monk. Then his figure silently hid behind the clay sculpture, and then he smelled a faint fragrance of women, and the monk sitting cross-legged next to him suddenly was an unconscious woman, this woman he knew, it was actually Zhang Lingyan of the Zhang family.

I saw that Zhang Lingyan's face was flushed with a layer of charming red, his chest was undulating, and he was obviously asleep. It's just that I don't know what means this little monk used to put this spiritual flame to sleep, and he didn't even have the slightest ability to resist, as if he was at the mercy of the little monk.

The little monk sat cross-legged, folded his hands, hummed the unknown and strange tune in his mouth, and began to recite some unpleasant scriptures. The little monk's expression was extremely solemn and solemn, and the brilliance of a monk-like treasure began to spread from his body.

Ye Yinfeng hid behind this huge clay sculpture, watching all the movements of this little monk, he couldn't help but think about whether to save the woman with a vicious mind. In Raozhou City, this woman beat him into a cliff and made him a scapegoat for stealing the Zhang family's treasures, so he has been conflicted. In addition to the three of them, there is obviously no fourth person in this main hall, it is not that Zhang Lanzhi deceived him, lured him here, and lost both sides to the little monk. That Zhang Lanzhi is really cunning and cunning, but he doesn't know where Nangong Xianchen's master and servant are now, and he wants to abandon this spiritual flame regardless of it, but he still feels unhappy in his heart.

After the little monk finished reciting a scripture, there was a fiery light in his eyes, which was a little brighter than the light that came down from the roof, and there was a bit of greedy infatuation in his gaze. He leaned over and stretched out his hands to stroke the sleeping woman's chest, but the sleeping Zhang Lingyan couldn't help but let out a moan, the red on his face became thicker and thicker, and her body trembled slightly.

As the little monk's movements became faster and faster, the moans of the sleeping woman became more and more rapid, and the red cherry mouth almost opened and closed, and the red color on her face began to glow with blood-surging temptation. Even Ye Yinfeng, who was hiding in the shadows, felt red in the face when he looked at it, and his heartbeat was speeding up, and he hurriedly made his mind recover by the secret luck mantra.

This monk doesn't know what kind of magic skill he uses, but it actually has the effect of disturbing the mind, even the bystanders will be affected, so it can be seen that the sleeping woman must be the most affected. Ye Yinfeng felt a trace of strange true qi fluctuations from the little monk's palms, and it became more and more violent with his movements, the exercises practiced by this little monk were extremely strange, and even the sleeping person could control them at will.

Seeing that the little monk skillfully untied the sleeping woman's clothes with both hands, and the little monk's eyes became more confused, making his breathing more and more rapid. Ye Yinfeng couldn't watch it anymore, and he could guess what was going on.

With a "hum", the iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand was raised, and he shot towards the back of the little monk like a ghost, and the raised iron sword glowed with a layer of gloomy luster. The sword rolled up the dust that had been in the main hall for a long time, and a misty dust shrouded the little monk.

With a dull sound of "grabbing", the little monk with blurred eyes regained his clarity when Ye Yinfeng stabbed the sword, his body twisted, and he suddenly held the golden manganese bowl in his hand. The manganese bowl caught Ye Yinfeng and stabbed the sword hard, and after that dull sound, the figure of the little monk scurried, and the person rolled up like a windmill with gusts of wind, and the wide and bright robe swayed like a seductive net, swept towards Ye Yinfeng.

With a shock in his heart, a huge counterattack came from above the iron sword, and Ye Yinfeng's body shape was wrong, and his figure had already retreated under the clay statue. Holding the trembling iron sword tightly, a scorching stinging pain came from the tiger's mouth where he held the sword, and his figure had already avoided the strange robe under the net of the little monk. As if he was facing a great enemy, his eyes shot a bright light, looking at a little monk with an angry face.

"Amitabha, Lord Ye ruined people's good deeds, aren't you afraid of the Buddha's punishment." The little monk asked Ye Yinfeng with one hand, a demonic red color on his face had not faded, and the resentment in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger. The wide, bright robe was even more windless, and there was a hunting sound behind him, obviously he was already angry to the extreme, he was ruined by others, and he had hated the young man in front of him to the extreme.

"The little monk is a monk, but he does some dirty things, people in Buddhism abstain from sex, hate, alcohol, and meat, how do you look like a Buddhist disciple. If you do so, you will be punished by the Buddha. If Ye meets him today, he won't stand idly by, little monk, you better give up, where to go back and forth. Ye Yinfeng didn't want to care about this, but when he met him, he didn't care about it, and there would be demons in his heart in the future, so he still took action. As for whether he could save the sleeping Zhang Lingyan, he had to resign himself to fate.

"The little monk has six roots in the morning, the wine and meat are empty, and the color is empty, where will he be punished by the Buddha. Lord Ye should not deceive people too much, those who do bad things will be punished by the Buddha. The little monk's face changed, and a majestic aura emerged from his brightly colored robe, and the robe that puffed up like a sail was the sound of a piercing breath breaking through the air. And his figure rushed towards Ye Yinfeng with a frenzied majesty, and the golden manganese bowl was still in his hand.

"Boom", the true qi in Ye Yinfeng's body stirred up like a lit explosive, he decided to give it a go, the little monk's stirring breath made him feel a frenzied battle intent, the depth of the little monk's internal strength was beyond his expectations, and he felt the surging yang-like true qi surging towards him, and the battle intent in his heart became more and more intense. He needs a hearty fight, no matter how much the opponent's strength is higher, he just wants to let go.

"Roar", a beast roar came out of the throat of the little monk, and the loud roar shook Ye Yinfeng back sharply, and the raised iron sword couldn't help but let out a series of trembling. There was no way back, his body was already leaning against the feet of the huge clay statue, and Ling Tian's arrogant battle intent poured out from the bottom of his heart.

Stabilizing his body, Ye Yinfeng discarded the shock in his heart, and a pure internal force gushed out from the dantian, and the iron sword in his hand let out a roar of joy. A faint sword light appeared above the bladeless iron sword. I saw that the footwork under his feet froze, and a figure like a breeze made a swishing sound in the air.

The little monk walked with a dragon and tiger step, his lower plate was as steady as Mount Tai, and his left fist swung up like a huge hammer towards the iron sword raised by Ye Yinfeng, and the manganese bowl in his right hand was flooded with layers of dazzling golden light, smashing towards Ye Yinfeng. The two figures suddenly intertwined. The bright robe rolled up like a wind, and the light wind-like figure was trapped to death.

A string of metal resonants sounded, and the iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand was even more gloomy, wanting to pierce the gorgeous heaven and earth net, he hurriedly stepped on the 'Seven Stars Chasing the Moon Footwork' under his feet, and his elegant body couldn't help but dodge the hammer-like left fist. The sword qi shot wildly and in all directions, the fist was as sharp as an explosion, and the surging energy shot wildly in all directions, and a series of muffled sounds came out on the huge clay statue, and suddenly dozens of holes that were shot through by the strength appeared on the clay statue.

Ye Yinfeng made a mistake at his feet, and he avoided the little monk's fist wind, and the blade-like fist wind passed by his cheek, beating his face into a hot pain. But the iron sword in his hand swept fiercely, sweeping from the little monk's left shoulder, and the surging sword light penetrated the little monk's left shoulder, making the little monk's face change.

A thunderous momentum came from Ye Yinfeng's left chest, but it was a stinging pain from the little monk's left shoulder, and the manganese bowl he raised avoided Ye Yinfeng's iron sword and smashed towards Ye Yinfeng's left chest. And Ye Yinfeng turned his feet and avoided the manganese bowl that was smashed hard. But as soon as his body stood firm, he saw that the fierce look on the little monk's face did not decrease but increased, and he saw his right foot rubbing the ground.

There was a loud "boom", and a huge shock wave suddenly came from the ground, but it was the little monk who poured the true yuan into his right leg and stepped violently on the ground. A huge force rushed towards Ye Yinfeng from the ground, and there was a giant dragon rolling in the ground, surging towards the place where Ye Yinfeng stood.

Ye Yinfeng's face changed, he didn't expect that this little monk's internal strength was so strong, and his true qi strength could actually attack him from the ground. And the iron sword in his hand flickered, and his body went towards the huge clay sculpture behind him like the wind, and when his figure landed on the shoulder of the clay sculpture, he felt a roar like shaking mountains came from the ground. But it was the little monk's huge strength that was transmitted to this clay sculpture, where could the clay sculpture that was already stormy still withstand such an impact, and suddenly the clay sculpture made a violent shake, and then fell forward.

"Not good", Ye Yinfeng secretly exclaimed in his heart, and he shot down from the huge clay sculpture and headed towards the sleeping Zhang Lingyan. As soon as his feet hit the ground, he heard a loud bang behind him, and before he had time to think about it, he reached out and picked up Zhang Lingyan and wanted to sweep away.

And at the moment when Ye Yinfeng stretched out his hand to pick up Zhang Lingyan, a red color shot out of the eyes of the unquit monk, and he ignored the clay statue that collapsed towards him, only to see him wave his sleeves, and a majestic breath erupted from his left fist, straight towards Ye Yinfeng, who was bent over.

With a "bang", Ye Yinfeng's hand just picked up Zhang Lingyan, and before he had time to breathe, he felt that his back was firmly hit by the little monk's punch. A burning pain like an electric shock suddenly surged from his back, and his body, along with the Zhang Lingyan that had been picked up, was knocked away by the huge impact force.

There was a burst of churning blood in his chest, and he didn't have time to use his strength to suppress the churning blood, he only felt a sweetness in his throat, and with a "poof" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and Ye Yinfeng, who was in the air, had nowhere to focus, and rolled in the air a few times while holding Zhang Lingyan, and then fell to the ground fiercely. Fortunately, the ground was already in tatters, and when their bodies fell, they were crushed in a cloud of dirt, causing a cloud of dust to fly around.

As soon as the true qi in his body stagnated, Ye Yinfeng only felt dizzy in his brain, and the little monk's punch stirred up the true qi in his body into a disorder, and the little monk just punched out in a hurry. Ye Yinfeng didn't suffer too serious internal injuries, but the true report in his body was fluctuating, and after landing, he immediately checked Zhang Lingyan's situation and found that this woman was fine, so he was relieved.