Ungodly Evil Spirit

Seeing Ye Fan's sudden silence, Cao Feiyu smiled even more, proudly said: "Ye Fan, you must be very confused, why can I see your identity!"

"Why?" Ye Fan finally spoke.

Because just now Cao Feiyu really didn't see it.

"In the past three months, although your appearance and temperament have changed drastically, the aura on your body is completely different from that of the people of Luohan Baosa, and there is no Buddha power at all." Cao Feiyu said his own inference and gave him his perception. confidence.

"You may know that I am not a disciple of Arhat Baosha, but how do you determine that I am Ye Fan?" Ye Fan asked lightly.

Although he was not seen at a glance, he was finally seen through his identity. At this moment, his situation was unprecedentedly critical.

"I will not forget the look in your eyes, even though it has changed now, I will still not forget, I was almost killed by you!" Cao Feiyu said bitterly.

As he spoke, he seemed to recall the scene of the Feiyun Gate, and a trace of fear flashed through his eyes.

Cao Feiyu watched Tang Hongyu fall into Ye Fan's hands, only to escape by luck.

"The look in the eyes!" Ye Fan suddenly felt in his heart, and the enemy's eyes were indeed not easy to forget.

"Ye Fan, how fierce your eyes were at the beginning, like a bayonet that can pierce the heart, but now, hehehe, it's ridiculous to think about it!"

Cao Feiyu glanced at the person in front of him again, as if he didn't believe that this legendary character would become like this.

"Amitabha!"

In Cao Feiyu's sneer, Ye Fan only chanted a Buddha's name. He never thought that he would leave such fear in the hearts of others.

"Ye Fan! You are too naive, thinking that if you escape into Buddhism and become a monk, will we be able to let you go? I tell you, this is impossible. You have to pay all the original accounts, and you can't escape one!"

After Cao Feiyu sneered, his tone suddenly shook, like a thunder, making everyone present tremble.

At the same time, Cao Feiyu's face also became savage.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Under Cao Feiyu's anger, Ye Fan was directly shaken back for a few steps. The shoulder pole fell to the ground, and the spirit water in the bucket poured out and sank into the snow.

"You..." Cao Feiyu's eyes froze when he saw this scene, completely unbelievable.

The person in front of him was shocked by him? As if even his breath could not bear.

You must know that this person is the legendary disciple who repelled the demon army three months ago, and the most famous young talent in Nanban's history, Ye Fan.

"Brother, there is no cultivation base aura on his body, shouldn't it be..."

A disciple's eyes flashed with horror, and he couldn't help but guess.

"Ha...hahaha!" At the same time, Cao Feiyu was already laughing, his face was full of exaggerated expressions: "God helped me too, God helped me, Ye Fan, I didn't expect you to have today. "

"You want to kill me, then come on!" Ye Fan faintly replied, his cultivation base was lost, and there was no way to resist.

"Naturally want to kill you, and I will hang your head in the most dazzling place in the whole Nanbari land. This is the genius of the past...Hahahaha!"

Cao Feiyu laughed continuously, and the next moment his body flashed, he directly punched Ye Fan's abdomen.

"puff……"

This punch was just Cao Feiyu's test, and he didn't use much effort, but Ye Fan still vomited blood and flew out, his ribs in his abdomen were broken, and it was difficult to stand up.

"Sure enough!" Cao Feiyu laughed loudly, the guess in his eyes was confirmed, and he walked towards Ye Fan step by step.

He won't let Ye Fan die simply, he must torture this former enemy well.

"Mahayana Buddhism! What is it?"

Ye Fan fell on the snow at the moment, and the white snow under him had been dyed bright red. At this moment, although his whole body was in severe pain, it was not pain that passed to his heart, but incomprehension and confusion.

When he was dying, he couldn't help thinking about the significance of his actions in the past three months.

The hard work that Monk Ji said was only going down the mountain to carry water. During this process, the Mahayana Buddhism did not give Ye Fan the slightest strength, and even in front of Cao Feiyu, who could be pinched to death with a single finger, there was no resistance at all. .

Ye Fan at this moment is no different from an ordinary person who is born, old, sick and died.

"Catch him up and bring it back to the mountain gate!" Cao Feiyu's eyes flashed cunningly. Ye Fan, a heavyweight figure, can bring countless benefits to the Feixue Mountain School.

"who?"

The disciples just wanted to do something, but suddenly a group of people emerged from the foot of Feixue Mountain, all of them arbitrarily moving up the mountain.

"Brother, it seems to be Lai Zhiqing and the others!"

A disciple rushed forward to report.

"What?" After hearing this, Cao Feiyu was suddenly startled, and directly raised his palm, setting off a large swath of snow, covering Ye Fan who was seriously injured.

"Wait, let me go and take a look!"

After finishing this scene in an instant, Cao Feiyu directly ordered.

The location where Ye Fan intercepted was behind the entrance and had already gone up the mountain, while Lai Zhiqing and the others were still in front of the entrance, so they couldn't see what Cao Feiyu did.

"Miss Lai is here again at Feixue Mountain, not knowing what happened!"

Cao Feiyu came to the foot of the mountain and smiled at the headed woman as if there was nothing wrong.

"Don't worry about it, let your people get out of here immediately, otherwise don't blame me for waiting!"

Lai Zhiqing's complexion was like ten thousand years of frost, very cold and proud.

And behind her, there were several young people, Chao Ruge, Li Panan, Fu Li, Zhu Yibo, and several Feiyunmen disciples whom Ye Fan had personally pointed out.

"Miss Zhiqing wants to go up the mountain, so naturally I dare not stop it, please!"

Cao Feiyu is gentle, but his eyes are constantly jumping.

With just a few of their disciples, it is naturally impossible for Lai Zhiqing and the others to be opponents.

After a cold snort, Lai Zhiqing immediately took a few people up the mountain.

"Brother, they are not here to find Ye Fan!"

Seeing Lai Zhiqing's back on the mountain, a disciple of Feixue Mountain suddenly worried.

"It must be so. Fortunately, I just hid Ye Fan. They couldn't find it!"

Cao Feiyu said with a proud smile.

"See you, brother!"

Several disciples hurriedly flattered, and when Lai Zhiqing and others went to the mountain, Ye Fan still couldn't escape the disaster.

Persevering, Cao Feiyu's smile only lasted not long, before being interrupted by a disciple's nervous and hasty voice: "Master...Brother, look at it, they seem to have stopped!"

While the disciple was speaking, he pointed to a place that Cao Feiyu was familiar with.

"what?"

After hearing this, Cao Feiyu's heart was already stunned. When he saw the place in the direction pointed by his disciple, he was shocked.