The atmosphere was very dignified, as if time had stood still!

Just when the little monk was panicked and the ruffian Taoist was extremely sad.

While walking, there was a free and easy laugh: "I mean, I'm not joking with you. Fellow Daoist is also a hitchhiker, right? Just come in."

"Forehead?"

The ruffian Taoist was astonished, seeing those sword qi turning back, he hesitated a little, and muttered to the little monk for a while.

Confess to the little monk, seeing that the situation is not good, he ran away immediately.

The ruffian Taoist, holding a long sword, walked carefully to the step.

Looking at the familiar figure in front of him, Ye Fan took the initiative to lift the curtain: "Come in, I was just joking just now, don't take offense fellow Daoists, I'm going to practice martial arts Ye Fan."

The ruffian Taoist looked at Ye Fan with vigilant eyes, and he was finally relieved to see that there was no evil spirit on him.

"Scared me to death, I thought you were really a traitor to the human race!"

The ruffian Taoist smiled wryly and said, "I'm next to Yan Chixia, I've met fellow Taoists."

Ye Fan knew in his heart that this was the plot of A Chinese Ghost Story III, and Yan Chixia's youthfulness had not faded at this moment.

The little monk's name was Shifang, and he was holding the parcel at this time, stretching his neck nervously and looking forward.

In just a few minutes, Shi Fang lived like a year and endured great suffering.

"Little monk, the danger is over, come here!"

Just as Shifang was thinking about whether to run first, the curtain was lifted, and Yan Chixia greeted him.

Chapter 1209 Misleading, the plot deviates!

"Hey, here we come!"

Shi Fang nodded hurriedly, came trotting with the package in his arms, jumped up and stepped forward, and couldn't help being stunned when he saw Xiaodie and Xiao Zhuo.

"Ahem!" Seeing this, Yan Chixia woke her up with two light coughs.

Shi Fang blushed, hurriedly lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and recited the mantra of pure heart.

"Little monk, how did you become a monk because your six sense organs are not clean?" Yan Chixia teased, and then introduced: "This is martial artist Ye Fan."

"Little monk Shifang, I have met Lord Ye!"

Shi Fang didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly saluted.

"What are you doing here?"

Ye Fan couldn't remember the specific plot clearly, so he was a little confused.

"His master, Zen Master Baiyun, saw the old Heishan demon looting mortals, and forcibly attacked him. His Buddha power was exhausted, and he was captured by the old Heishan demon."

Yan Chixia complained: "The old monk is not very capable, but he just likes to show off."

Ye Fan frowned, he vaguely remembered that the plot didn't seem to be like this.

It seems that in the plot of A Chinese Ghost Story III, Zen Master Baiyun was trapped to save Xiao Zhuo, and then Shifang and Yan Chixia rescued each other with Buddha statues.

However, the Buddha statue was broken, and Zen Master Baiyun was blinded by the Buddha's light.

Ye Fan glanced at Yan Chixia's long sword calmly: "Yan Chixia, your sword is huge!"

Yan Chixia proudly said: "This is not an ordinary iron sword, but..."

Speaking of this, Yan Chixia suddenly shut up, changed the subject, and said vaguely: "Anyway, this sword is extraordinary, I got it by chance."

Ye Fan knew that this sword was very strong, and after Yan Chixia cast Qimen Dunjia, it became even more powerful beyond bounds.

From this broad sword, Ye Fan felt a familiar aura.

This breath came from Longhushan, he had been in contact with Longhushan Xuanxiu before, so he was naturally very familiar with it.

And Longhushan is also good at Qimen Dunjia, especially, it can be seen that Yan Chixia and Longhushan should have something to do with each other.

Since Yan Chixia didn't want to say more, Ye Fan didn't point it out.

Anyway, no matter how strong this sword is, it is not enough to stand in front of him.

What's more, his relationship with Longhushan is not as good as his relationship with Maoshan.

Therefore, no matter how Yan Chixia got the magic sword, he was too lazy to meddle in other things.

During the chat, Ye Fan learned that Yan Chixia was originally an official of the imperial court, but the imperial court was corrupt and the emperor was incapacitated. Out of grief and indignation, he abandoned his official position.

By chance, I got a copy of the secret method of Xuanxiu, and started to practice, and wandered around.

The long sword was also obtained at the same time as the Xuanxiu secret method, this is the chance he said.

As for what happened, only Yan Chixia knew clearly.

Xiaozhuo and Xiaodie looked at each other in blank dismay, seeing despair and panic in their eyes.

Although the young man in white in front of him is a martial artist, his energy and blood are like a furnace, unfathomable.

Just now Yan Chixia said that it belonged to the secret method of swordsmanship of the former Chunyang Sword Immortal.

They didn't expect that the young man in white would have something to do with Chunyang Jianxiu.

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