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"I didn't expect that this kid like you actually killed one of the eight high-ranking demon clans, a direct descendant of the Fan family... My dear, monk, I really didn't lose my sight."

Just when Fen Ao decided to go on a killing spree and kill Bai Hu to become the human saint, the fat monk in mid-air had escaped from the entanglement between the Kaiyu tribe and the Shui tribe and appeared in front of Fan Ao out of thin air.

"Smelly monk, after you have obtained the Holy Weapon, do you still want to interfere with the affairs between me and the two of them? You...you must not deceive others too much."

Fan Ao looked at the monk angrily and shouted angrily.

This monk's strength was obviously far superior to that of the three strong men present. He could actually escape from the entanglement of more than ten people from the three tribes. If he really interfered, he would not be able to do anything to the other party.

"What does it mean that I have obtained the Holy Weapon... This thing has a strong demonic aura. The monk did it to prevent you from being fascinated by the monster. It's like the monk is greedy for treasures."

"Why...don't believe it?"

"Hey, the monster has confused your sanity. No matter whose hands the holy weapon falls into, that person will only die. If you don't believe it, the monk will hand over the holy weapon to you. See if you can hold it?"

The fat monk took out the Holy Weapon Flying Sword and waved it in front of Fan Ao, but Fan Ao hesitated at the moment when his heart moved and did not step forward to catch it.

indeed……

Although the holy weapon is good, it is a hot potato. No matter who gets it, the masters of the three tribes will not let it go. Once it is besieged by many people, who can be like the monk and still be safe and sound?

Regardless of the Human Race, the Monster Race, or the Feather Race, each race has different factions. Even if they are unanimously facing the outside world now, Fan Ao has no guarantee that the other powerful Monster Races will sit back and watch the holy soldiers refined by the Peacock Great Sage fall. In your own hands.

"Hmph... Even if what you say is reasonable, this human boy must avenge himself for killing my beloved son." Fan Ao said coldly.

"Sorry, you really can't avenge this."

"Why?"

"Because... the monk is destined to this boy, and I plan to ordain him and become a little monk." The fat monk looked at Ye Feng with a smile, with an ambiguous expression on his face.

"..."

As soon as these words came out, not to mention Fen Ao, even Ye Feng, Bai Hucheng and others were stunned.

Originally Ye Feng was very unhappy with this monk, but this man's strong cultivation and willingness to save him still made Ye Feng feel a little good in his heart.

But... get tonsure and become a little monk...

I am not ready to be a monk.

"Ba... Master's kindness, I accept it with my heart, but my fate is not over yet, I'm afraid..." Thinking of this, Ye Feng scratched his head and spoke.

"Haha, it seems that you are wishful thinking. Since this boy is not willing to become a young monk, then... don't interfere with the affairs of my Golden Winged Brahma Clan." Fan Ao laughed unruly.

Originally, the fat monk was not angry when he was declined by Ye Feng, but when he heard Fan Ao's happy smile, his face darkened: "Humph, what if the Buddha wants to take care of it?"

"you……"

Fan Ao was furious.

It's just that this monk showed such a powerful ability that he was afraid of it.

"Forget it, Bald Donkey is deliberately provoking trouble. Brother Fan can't fall for his trick. Why don't you... wait for that person to arrive before causing trouble for them again." Seeing Fan Ao looking furious, the other demon clans The masters looked at each other.

Someone came forward to dissuade me.

When he heard them talking about "that one", even though he was as powerful as Fan Ao, he couldn't help but have a look of fear in his eyes.

That person has some connection with the Peacock Monkey King, and the Demon Palace has sent him a message. I believe he will arrive in a short time. If something goes wrong because of him, there will indeed be many troubles.

Thinking of this, Fan Ao could only snort coldly and put back all the demonic energy in the sky.

Seeing their unwilling backs, Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help feeling secretly happy.

This is the power of the strong.

All principles and righteousness are nonsense.

Big fist is the biggest truth.

The fat monk didn't look down on them either. He looked at Ye Feng with a kind face and played with the flying sword he had just captured.

As for the other masters of the Water Tribe and the Feather Tribe, seeing that the Demon Tribe has ceased its activities, it seems that they can't help this strange monk who appeared out of nowhere, so they can only angrily acquiesce to the fact that the holy weapon has been taken away.

The monk laughed twice, and when he saw Ye Feng looking at the holy weapon in his hand, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Little donor, I have long said that you and I are destined. You think about it. If you are willing to ordain, wait until the Buddha removes the hair from this flying sword." Yaoqi, how about giving it to you?"

Give it to yourself?

Feeling a little bit of the holy power revealed in the holy soldiers, Ye Feng couldn't help but feel a move in his heart.

This monk's strength is indeed beyond imagination. If he were a little normal, becoming his disciple would not be such a big deal. But... I want to become a monk myself...

Forget it.

"Master, you should keep it for yourself. This thing is a hot potato. If you give it to me, it will easily lead to anger."

Ye Feng shook his head.

He didn't know the details of the fat monk, so he said here that his destination was Xuan Yizong, one of the three major sects of the human race.

The fat monk felt a little unhappy. He glanced at him and said, "Who dares to fight for what the monk gave you? Well, the monk will protect you, the little guy, so why do you have to worry about these ghosts and monsters?"

Although this monk has a weird personality, his actions at the critical moment also made Ye Feng a little more favorable to him.

But if Ye Feng is asked to become a monk, he will never go.

He didn't want to continue the dispute, so he bowed, smiled, and shook his head and walked towards Baihucheng. In front of him, Baihucheng and the Star City Lord had already appeared.

Seeing that Ye Feng was fine, the Star City Lord and Zhongli looked at each other, and they both breathed a sigh of relief in tacit understanding.

But offending the monsters like Fan Ao still made them feel a little ominous.

"It seems that Ye Feng... has been targeted by the monsters."

Zhongli sighed helplessly: "Brother Ye killed Fantian in public in the Endless City, and today he killed another monster king. Naturally, he will be regarded as a big threat by the monsters. City Lord, maybe it's not a wise move for us to get involved this time."

The Star City Lord nodded.

There is no way out now. If we go back now, we will definitely be chased and killed by the monsters.

"That demon has survived at least two heavenly tribulations, and his strength is far superior to mine. Right now... I have no choice but to let Ye Feng follow this master for the time being. Only under his protection, the demons will not dare to act rashly." Bai Hucheng also said in a deep voice.

Just as he finished speaking, suddenly, a violent fluctuation of vitality came from the horizon.

Five figures flew in the air.

These five figures, each with wings on their backs, flew in the air, looking very much like the feather tribe, but looking at their faces, they were gloomy and evil, and very different from the elegant and graceful style of the feather tribe.

Especially the one in the middle, the wings on his back were full of scales, and his waist was even more weird, with several large pythons about ten feet long wrapped around him.

The five people who flew in at this moment seemed to have combined the characteristics of the demon tribe and the feather tribe, which made everyone present feel a little weird in their hearts.

"Quetzalcoatl?"

The fat monk raised his head and uttered three words. His fat face, which had always been smiling, showed a rare trace of caution.

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