I Just Want To Quietly Kill Monsters And Upgrade

Under the order of Xianwen, dozens of disciples of the Evilman Valley killed Yang Fan at the same time, not afraid of death.

Yang Fan sighed and said, "The monk just wants to enter the temple and rest for a while. Why are you aggressive? Really, the monk is going to kill today, Amitābha, sin!"

After all, Yang Fan waved the wooden stick in his hand and swept across the army with one move. For a time, the cudgel was full of shadows.

Bang bang bang ——

The disciples of the Evil Valley who rushed in front could not dodge, but Yang Fan flew upside down dozens of meters away, vomiting blood and died.

Yang Fan rushed into the crowd holding a wooden stick, like a tiger into a flock of sheep, just a moment's effort, more than ten people have fallen under Yang Fan's stick, but all those who were hit by Yang Fan died, and no one was injured.

Seeing this monk so cruel, all the disciples of the Valley of the Evil were shocked and they quickly retreated, trying their best to avoid the opponent's attack.

There are a few bold disciples in the Valley of the Evil, and after retreating, they shoot Hidden Weapons in an attempt to contain the opponent's offensive.

Unexpectedly, Yang Fan quickly slapped all Hidden Weapons and flew back. The disciples of the Valley of the Evil Man who shot Hidden Weapons were hurt and were hit by the Hidden Weapons that shot back and killed themselves. .

When other people saw this, they no longer dared to throw Hidden Weapons indiscriminately. Their opponents were so powerful that they surpassed their imagination.

After Yang Fan's offensive, the disciple of the Evilman Valley died more than half and suffered heavy losses.

"It turned out to be a master of stick skills, I underestimated you!" Xianwen snorted coldly, "I'll let you see what is meant by the heavens and the heavens, and the people outside the world!"

Exhibit Wen was a little bit fierce. He took out a long spear from his backpack. Under the infusion of his inner strength, the tip of the spear made a sharp piercing sound, showing extraordinary skill.

Yang Fan said: "Don't fight, you bully more and less, so the little monk will say goodbye!"

After that, Yang Fan turned around and left.

"Kill me the disciple of the Evilman Valley, do you just want to forget it? I won't agree with the display text!" The display text said coldly. He saw the monk take the initiative to retreat, expecting his Internal Energy to consume a lot, how could the display text let him go?

Immediately afterwards, Xianwen wielded his spear and pursued Yang Fan behind him.

Yang Fan didn't seem to notice the other party's attack. When the display text approached, Yang Fan suddenly turned around and Yun Yingbu followed his heart. After avoiding the fierce blow of the display text, he immediately waved the wooden stick and took the display face door.

"What a weird Movement Technique!" Xianwen was taken aback. He immediately drew his gun back to his defense, which could withstand the opponent's attack, but he heard a loud bang, the wooden stick suddenly exploded, and only a red long knife appeared. In Xianwen's sight, the knife flashed, and the long knife passed through his heart.

"You...you..." Exhibit Wen was exhausted. He wanted to say something, but couldn't say it. He never expected that this seemingly friendly monk would be so deceitful that he hid a sharp weapon in a wooden stick. , Let him be overwhelmed.

Everyone in Evil Valley looked at the scene in astonishment. They couldn't believe it. In the blink of an eye, the display text with the late stage strength of the mysterious stage was penetrated through the heart by the opponent. The strength of this monk was simply unfathomable.

"Hurry up and send the signal..." Exhibit Wen exhausted his last strength and issued the last command, his eyes went dark and he quickly lost consciousness.

After Xianwen issued the last order, everyone woke up. Huo Ling hurriedly took out the signal flare and tried to send a signal to call allies.

Whizzing--

Two Sleep Arrows broke through the air. Huo Ling was sending flare flares in a hurry, not paying attention to the sudden attack. When he reacted, one Sleep Arrow had passed through his heart, and the other Sleep Arrow had penetrated. Signal flare.

Huo Ling fell to the ground and died. Until his death, he couldn't believe it was true. The three profound masters of the Evil Man Valley died inexplicably in the hands of a monk.

"Run away and spread the news!" a disciple of the Evilman Valley shouted loudly, and immediately, the remaining disciples of the Evilman Valley fled around, trying to pass the news.

Whoosh whoosh——

Yang Fan shot a dozen darts in a row, and after a series of breaking noises, a dozen disciples of the Evilman Valley all fell to the ground and died, none of them survived.

So far, more than 30 disciples of the Evilman Valley have all fallen under Yang Fan's hands, exploding all the objects on the ground.

Yang Fan swept the battlefield roughly, and after picking up some more precious items, he entered the ruined temple and rescued several famous disciples with iron swords.

"Thank you, Shaoxia, for your life-saving grace." Zhang Youxian thanked him. He could not recognize that the monk who saved their lives was their senior brother.

Yang Fan didn't mean to reveal his identity, and said: "Well, you guys go quickly, don't let anyone catch it again."

"Yes, young man!" Zhang You and the others saluted again, then walked out of the ruined temple and left quickly, not even paying attention to the objects on the ground.

After Zhang You and the others left, Yang Fan followed quietly. He wanted to ensure that they returned to the iron knife gate safely, otherwise, the ownB-level task would be wasted.

"Brother Zhang, do you feel that the monk's voice just now resembles that of the senior brother?"

"Big brother is a big beard, how could he be a monk? You think too much."

"Then have you noticed that the face of the big brother is very similar to that of the monk?"

"Just you bullshit, how can the senior brother be a monk? I think you are a monk."

"Oh, Brother Zhang, don't hit your head, you will become stupid..."

...

Just when Yang Fan guarded Zhang You and the others back to the Tiedaomen, in a mountain forest five miles away from the ruined temple, Zhao Jinghua, the chief disciple of the Qingcheng faction, and many Martial Forest masters were lurking here, waiting for news. .

"Strange, the time has come, why hasn't the messenger passed the letter? Could something happen?"

"Brother Zhao, would it be convenient for the disciple who spread the letter to go there, that's why he wasted time?"

"No, there should be something wrong, let's go and see."

...

On the periphery of the ruined temple, Zhao Jinghua looked at the objects on the floor with a very ugly expression.

At this time, a disciple said: "Big Brother, there is news from the real world that they were attacked by a monk who is suspected of being an ancient sword saint. They were all annihilated, and even the signal flare was not sent."

"A monk?"

Everyone was stunned. They all knew that the ancient sword saint was a big beard, but it was a monk who made the shot, and the development of the matter exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Brother Ding, is it possible that the big beard was made by the ancient sword saint, and the monk is his true face?"

"It's absolutely impossible. We have fought against the Ancient Desolate Sword Sage. We still don't know how many catties he has? He can't even deal with Li Changjian of the Huashan School, let alone a display text. This monk should be another one. one person."

"Brother Ding, we will act separately. You investigate the origin of the monk, and I will find a way to deal with Tiedaomen."

"Okay, that's it!"

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