Seeing that he vomited blood, the group of people who were shocked by Zhao Fan's terrifying defense were all relieved. Xiao Sheng, who had the strongest hatred for Zhao Fan, even smiled grimly, and his fists and feet were blowing towards Zhao Fan's body more and more heavy.

The experience value has reached more than 350,000, and it is only 50,000 away from the 400,000 mark, but Zhao Fan felt that he could no longer withstand it for the first time.

Although he knew that if he persisted for a while, he might be able to collect thousands of experience points, but if his life was gone, what's the use of seeking experience points?

After giving up the idea of ​​collecting experience points, Zhao Fan's eyes also became cold in an instant. Zhuanxu's horse-controlled step was activated instantly, and his body kept shaking at a strange angle. The fists that more than a dozen people on the other side suddenly fell into the air.

A muffled groan sounded, and the blood-covered Taoist Chongling, the first person to cover his chest and fell down softly.

This group of people was fighting happily, and this kind of change suddenly occurred. Even though they were all masters of hidden power, they only had time to jump a distance to the side.

Before they could figure out what was going on, they let out two muffled groans, and the two gentlemen, including Xiao Sheng, also covered their chests and collapsed on the ground.

In just a blink of an eye, three of them fell from the ten people. The remaining group screamed as if they had seen a ghost, and then gathered together quickly to defend together.

Since Zhao Fan launched a counterattack, he would not give them any time to react. After practicing Zhuanxu's horse-controlled step under his feet, he has already been extremely proficient in this period of practice.

No matter how these people reacted, he did not stop at all. He rushed into the group like a phantom. Before he even thought about what posture to defend against the monks, he fell to the ground with a humming moan.

"Walk!"

Yu Zhiyuan, who was beside him, felt a coldness on his forehead, and his face was still covered with fine beads of sweat for a moment. Seeing Zhao Fan waving his hand and dealing with so many opponents, he felt scared in his heart. He reached out to grab Yu Wenxuan, who was so dull that his body was stiff, dragged him to the depths of the inner courtyard.

"Can you run away?"

Zhao Fan sneered, raised his hands, and two thin needles flew towards the back of the heads of the two men like a stream of light.

He didn't even look at the two of them, and stepped out step by step, shuttled back and forth among the group of people who had already begun to flee in panic.

Muffled groans and the remaining five people could not stop Zhao Fan's casual waving hands even though they were fully focused on their defense.

His hands were like a phantom, and with the steps of his footwork, he twisted and shuttled at an extremely strange angle, entering the empty door, and the light description was on the chests of these people.

As long as it is stuck by his fingers, there is nothing that can still stand.

All five people fell down, and Zhao Fan looked coldly in the direction where the Yu family father and son were.

A fat monk wearing a cassock was blocking the Yu family's father and son at this time. What he twisted between his fingers were actually the two steel needles that Zhao Fan shot out of his hand.

"You're willing to come out?"

Zhao Fan did not have much surprise expression, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and the murderous intent in his eyes was not reduced at all.

Tianyuan Temple is huge in scale. When he was looking for Lin Shiqi and Belinda before, he had already seen a monk in the Zen room on the west side of the inner courtyard. He was ready for a protracted war.

The exploration technique has always been turned on, ready for more enemies to appear at any time.

It was just that after so long, none of the monks in the meditation room on the west side came.

It was not until he started to counterattack that he saw the fat monk wearing a cassock and a string of rosary hanging around his neck appearing in front of him at an extremely fast speed, and he seemed to save the Yu family's father and son easily.

The monk was naturally not an ordinary character to catch the steel needle he sent out without any hesitation. Seeing the red cassock on him also made Zhao Fan guess his identity.

"Liangyi Tianxin's acupointing hand, Zhuanxu's horse-steering step, and the donor's surname is Zhao?"

The fat monk folded his hands together, bent slightly towards Zhao Fan, his eyes flashing brightly looked at Zhao Fan's face and spoke calmly.

"none of your business!"

While the monk was talking, Zhao Fan was still approaching the Yu family's father and son.

The father and son should know this monk. When he appeared, the two people who were still full of fear on their faces were already calm. They did not rush to escape, but instead looked at the back of the fat monk with hope.

Four words popped out of his mouth coldly, and his feet suddenly accelerated, swaying past the man like a phantom. He exuded a chill all over his body, and rushed towards him and kept screaming at the Yu family father and son again.

A red light flashed in front of him, and Zhao Fan paused suddenly, his face becoming a little solemn.

The fat monk then arrived first and stood in front of the Yu family father and son.

"Amitabha, the donor is too harsh in oppression. This is a Buddhist place, so you should not commit murder. If you have any grudges, you should wait until you leave Tianyuan Temple before resolving it!"

Zhao Fan took a deep breath, his muscles tense all over his body, and he looked vigilantly at the fat monk with a gentle face from beginning to end.

His Zhuanxu's horse-controlling step has been upgraded to level 2. In terms of speed, except for his master, he never thought that anyone would be able to keep up with him.

But the fat monk in front of him did it, and the man's face was not blushing or breathing, and he looked very relaxed.

"Your cultivation is very good, but no one can save anyone I want to kill."

Zhao Fan gritted his teeth and quickly added points to Zhuanxu's horse-controlled step. In the blink of an eye, his footwork was raised to level three. Then he looked up at the fat monk with a cold look, and his tone was calm.

"Amitabha!"

The fat monk clasped his hands together, and the robe on his body was automatically without wind. As the breath flowed, there was an extremely powerful aura.

In Zhao Fan's eyes, the beautiful ancient temple has long been a place of filth and dirt. This fat monk who looks kind-hearted and kind-hearted has been his enemy from beginning to end.

But at this time, he had no confidence in being able to beat this person.

He even suspected that this man had crossed the level of dark energy and entered the legendary realm of transformation.

But this person is just an accomplice of the Yu family's father and son. After all, the culprit of this matter was the father and son. He didn't believe that the monk's speed could catch up with Zhuanxu's horse-control step, which had been upgraded to level three.

Before the sound of the Buddha's name had dissipated, Zhao Fan's feet had already moved. After one level of improvement, Zhuanxu's horse-controlled step was almost incredible. The warm breath flowed through his legs, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the side of the fat monk again.

As early as when the Buddha's huh sounded, the Mu family's father and son were already running towards the depths of the inner courtyard in panic, but in Zhao Fan's eyes, their speed was like a turtle crawling.

He firmly believed that as long as he was given another half second, he could flash behind these two people.

"Amitabha!"

A trace of surprise flashed in the fat monk's eyes, his face turned right, and he recited the Buddha's name for the second time.

The sound of the Buddha's chant seemed extremely loud and long, like thunder rolling, like a gust of wind, facing Zhao Fan under his head.

No matter how fast the speed is, it cannot match the speed of the sound. The Fat Monk's Buddhist name should be a skill like the Buddhist lion roar. The distance is so close and the coverage is so large that Zhao Fan is simply unavoidable.

The rolling sound made his clothes tremble constantly like the wind blowing, his ears sting, his heart was as if it was bombarded by a hammer, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out involuntarily.

Zhao Fan, who was covering his chest, stopped and calmed down to the point of being terrible, his terrible eyes fell on the fat monk, and his murderous intent was not concealed.

The nameless martial arts were running rapidly, with his legs slightly bent, and he paused for less than half a second, and he stepped in front of the fat monk in one step.

His hands were like phantoms, as if they were full of fingers, falling towards the fat monk's big hole in his body.

"It's indeed Liangyi Tianxin's acupointing hand. He can practice to this level at such a young age. There are successors in Tianlong Academy, which is a happy congratulation!"

The fat monk reached out to pass through the rosary hanging on his chest, and then shook it gently. The rosary wearing one hundred and eight beads also turned into a purple-red light and shadow in front of him.

While blocking Zhao Fan's attack, he kept moving backwards, looking casual, but his speed was extremely fast, and he instantly retreated more than five meters away.

Zhao Fan had already had a murderous intention towards the fat monk. Zhuanxu's steering steps under his feet never stopped. He followed him tightly in front of the man, moving and jumping. Every finger fell down, which was a vital acupoint that the other party must save.

It took a long time since I had such a refreshing battle. There are only a handful of people who can force him to use Liangyi Tianxin to point his acupoints.

The fat monk not only forced him to use this skill, but also could block him for so long, and there were already waves of storm in his heart.

At the beginning, this man called out the names of the two martial arts on him, and then he spoke casually, and even mentioned the name of Tianlongyuan. It was obvious that he knew a lot about Zhao Fan and even the old man.

The old Taoist Yu Song seemed to have some friendship with the old man, and Zhao Fan was embarrassed to ask, but since this fat monk was from Tianyuan Temple, he would not be so polite.

The breath gradually became calmer, and the expression became more and more cold and calm, but the speed of fingers falling was getting faster and faster. Although the rosary in the fat monk's hand was tightly defended, he gradually could not resist it.

A red shadow spread out from the fat monk's arm, and the fat monk, who had a constant smile on his face, shook the robe on his body.

The seemingly soft cassock changed like life in his hands, and instantly protected his entire body tightly, which actually made Zhao Fan feel like he had nowhere to start.

Zhao Fan has never been a person who is superstitious about tricks. In contrast, he prefers simple and rough styles of playing.

Seeing the cassock appear, he snorted coldly from his mouth, and the blue bricks under his feet instantly shattered. While the debris splashed, his whole body crashed towards the fat monk like a cannonball.

The cassock was as soft and weak as he imagined, and was deeply sunk by his body. His fingers were aimed at the big hole in the fat monk's chest through the cassock, and it was only a few centimeters away to click.

Just as he accelerated and attacked again, the two corners of the huge cassock suddenly floated behind him, and then he wrapped his whole body up.

He rushed in by himself, and the fat monk just used a trick.

It was just a cassock, and Zhao Fan didn't think it would trap him. He was not panicked at all. He withdrew his hands back to his abdomen, and suddenly shook his arms and supported them to both sides, trying to break the cassock.

However, this robe that looked nothing special was so tough that it was unimaginable. He almost tried his best to pull the thing, but instead was wandering around him by the fat monk for two rounds and wrapped him tightly.
Chapter completed!