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"I'm here to quicken my grievances, not to swallow my anger."

"I said that I want this day to be able to cover my eyes again, and I want this place to be unable to bury my heart again."

Ye Fan's brows slowly stretched out.

"Do you know what to do?"

Anlan asked.

"Understood, follow your heart."

Ye Fan said with a firm expression.

"Okay, let's go. Remember, you are my son of An Lan. In this world, you can do whatever you want. No one dares to question it. Go ahead."

An Lan nodded with satisfaction.

Having said that, An Lan waved his hand at will, and suddenly a little bit of untraceable spiritual power fell on Ye Fan's body, Hua Guang disappeared in a flash, and disappeared.

At the same time, Ye Fan was shocked, and the majestic power flowed through his body, and he suddenly felt that there was an inexhaustible power in his body.

"Go, Dad gave you a touch of immortal power, enough for you to defeat them all."

An Lan said lightly.

"Yes, Dad, my son will never embarrass you."

"Die."

With a loud shout, Ye Fan walked towards the old man in Ziyang Dongtian, with a trace of murderous intent on his face.

"You were the one who wanted to kill me just now!"

"Young master, spare your life, the villain has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai, offends the master, and asks the master to raise your hand, and treat the villain as a fart."

The old man in Ziyang Cave was like a pug, lying at the feet of Ye Fan, where is the arrogance from before.

"Now that you know to beg for mercy, why did you go earlier? Didn't you still want my treasure just now? Now I'll give it to you."

Ye Fan took out the Buddhist utensils he had brought from Daleiyin Temple from behind, used all his strength, and knocked at the old man's lower body.

"boom."

A bloody light burst out, the old man shouted, his lower body was directly interrupted by Ye Fan.

This is still not relieved, Ye Fan hit a dozen times in a row until the old man's lower body was completely smashed into a puddle of meat.

The old man was dying, and when he had less air in and out more, he hit him on the head with a stick, killing him.

"This......."

"Really killed?"

"He actually dared to kill?"

"I can't believe that the dignified Taoist monk Li Laotou died in the hands of a mere mortal."

Seeing the old man die in front of them, all the monks frowned.

They remembered that they had persecuted him just now, and he wouldn't treat himself like this.

"New book for collection."

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Chapter 65

"If any of you beat him, I'll let him go."

Just when the monks were uneasy, An Lan's voice came, which made them overjoyed.

"Defeat him and you can live?"

"A mere mortal is still not at hand."

"Let me come first."

"I'll come first."

The monks were overjoyed, and they all scrambled to come first.

"You don't have to fight, let's go together."

Ye Fan knew that this was his father testing himself, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he waved his hand in a dignified manner.

"what?"

"Arrogant?"

"I don't know how high the sky is."

"A mere mortal dares to clamor with me?"

"Even if those two adults are powerful, it is impossible for you to compete directly with our cultivator."

"How dare you arrogantly want to challenge a group of us."

"But those two adults are really scary, just try not to hurt you later."

The monks thought so in their hearts.

"Since you don't make a move, then no wonder I made a move first."

Ye Fan let out a loud roar.

He picked up the Buddhist utensil in his hand and swung it down with a stick.

With the blessing of An Lan's immortal power, he felt that he could shatter a mountain with a single stick.

"boom........"

A shrill sound of breaking wind rose into the sky, and the extremely fast sword light hit the air, causing the space to ripple like water ripples.

"Ah! Damn it! Such power?"

Seeing the power of this blow, the cultivators' faces changed greatly, and they hurriedly responded.One after another bright brilliance rose, and everyone used magic weapons to resist Ye Fan's attack.

Ye Fan didn't flinch and continued to charge forward. When the first person shot at him, he avoided it like a bolt of lightning.

The long stick struck out, the domineering power swept across, and a "pop" sound was sent directly on the man's arm, and a terrifying scream sounded, and the man's arm was directly shattered by Ye Fan's beating.

"Whoever stops me will die!"

Ye Fan held sticks in both hands, extremely domineering, glanced at everyone, strode forward, and his eyes were extremely sharp.

"This son is cruel, don't let him go."

Seeing the end of the first person, the cultivators in the room suddenly jumped in the corners of their eyes.

Brush, brush, brush.

Dozens of figures shot together and surrounded him, some holding long swords, some holding big swords, and all shot at Ye Fan.

Rumble

Ye Fan is not afraid, with the blessing of An Lan's immortal power, the speed is extremely fast, and he has the power of four elephants.

The long stick in his hand had domineering and invincible power, flashing with dazzling brilliance. The long stick swept across in an instant, and all the weapons in the hands of others were shaken out.

The long stick was lightly picked up, and with a sound of "pop", a stick struck the leg of the old woman who had jumped the most like lightning, and her lower body was directly beaten into a fleshy mud, screaming mournfully.

Is this the end?not yet.

"Snapped."

She was persecuting her many times, and Ye Fan hated her so much that it was naturally impossible to let her go so easily.

He took a step forward again, slapped his palm vigorously, slapped the old woman's face heavily, and swept her away a few meters away, sneering.

"From the beginning to the end, you are all high above, thinking that you can easily decide my life and death, and you still want to grab the baby my father gave me, you have a strong sense of superiority, is a cultivator great?"

"I don't want to fight if I want to fight."

"Snapped."

With another slap, the old woman was sent flying a few meters away and hit the ground heavily.

"I have to say, as a mortal, the ants in your eyes are really comfortable when you slap a monk in the face!"

Ye Fan sneered.

Li Xiaoman, Zhou Yi, Lin Jia and others all showed their surprised expressions.

Nearby, all the monks could hardly believe their eyes. The reason why a monk is a monk is that he is already fundamentally different from mortals.

Even if a cultivator stands still, without the slightest true essence in his body, he still cannot be shaken by mortals.

But now, the dignified monk at the palace level has been humiliated by a mere mortal as a dead dog, and the shock in his heart can be imagined.

Zhou Yi, Wang Ziwen and other classmates looked at each other in dismay.

They felt a little unreal, but Ye Fan, who was just a mere mortal, actually kicked the immortal who was high in their eyes like a dead dog, and stepped on the bottom of their feet. The impact on them was indescribable.

Liu Yiyi and Zhang Ziling were also dumbfounded, full of surprise, looking like they couldn't believe it.

The only ones who are not surprised are Li Xiaoman and Lin Jia.

After all, as Ye Fan's wife, she knew that since An Lan dared to let Ye Fan go, it was absolutely impossible for him to be in danger.

However, even so, he was instantly swept away by Ye Fan.

"Husband, you are so handsome."

Little stars almost appeared in the eyes of the two girls.

"Wife, see how my husband teaches them a lesson."

Seeing the little stars in the eyes of the two girls, Ye Fan felt a sense of accomplishment.

"Snapped"

Another slap.

"Is the cultivator amazing? Is the immortal master amazing? I haven't been beaten by a mortal like me. There's nothing special about it."

With a faint smile, Ye Fan rubbed his palm as he spoke, teasing mercilessly.

"Ah, it's also a bit different. It's very thick-faced. My palm hurts when I hit it, but your face doesn't hurt?"