The bald man felt that Hou Zhengyang was definitely not an ordinary person. He was born to this level and must be an expert in the world. He decided to curry favor with him.

So the bald man coughed, cleared his throat, and said to Hou Zhengyang: "Brother, since you can't stand these bald donkeys, then let us help you solve the problem, we have guns!"

"Hmph, it's better to kill them!" Hou Zhengyang snorted coldly.

"Yes, brother!" The bald man responded quickly. This guy has now started calling Hou Zhengyang to call him brother.

"That... rob! Hurry up and bring out the valuable things for me, otherwise I will start killing people now!"

The bald man brought another handful of wei-rushing, aiming at the group of monks, preparing to kill him.

"Amitabha!"

Baimei Abbot clasped his hands together, and a deep Sanskrit sound came from his mouth. The Sanskrit sound was as bright as thunder, resounding everywhere, the surrounding woods were rustling, and the ground was trembling slightly.

Then, Baimei Abbot stretched out his right palm and pushed forward gently.

A fierce gust of wind suddenly swept across the surroundings, and hurricanes blew up in the woods!

For a moment, a strong wind blew everywhere, and everyone couldn't open their eyes. There seemed to be countless pairs of golden hands pressing down in the sky.

"ah!!!"

Countless screams suddenly sounded.

In less than a breath, all the strong men who came to rob fell to the ground, like dead dogs, and instantly unconscious!

"Yuan...a master in the Yuanying stage!!!"

Hou Zhengyang shouted in dismay, his whole body trembling violently without being controlled.

As a core disciple of the Yin-Yang Sect, Hou Zhengyang naturally had seen Yuwen Hao take action. When he saw such amazing palm power this time, Hou Zhengyang knew that only masters in the Nascent Soul stage could use it!

He couldn't believe that Hou Zhengyang was killed. In a mere secular world, there would be a master of the Nascent Soul stage!

But now the facts are in front of you. Hou Zhengyang was instantly frightened and his soul flew out of the sky. Who is this old bald donkey?

But at this time, Hou Zhengyang didn't have time to think so much. He felt that if he stayed here, he would definitely be lifeless. So Hou Zhengyang turned his head and rushed into the dense forest next to him.

This guy actually ran away!

Liu Ling'er was also shocked so much that she was a master in the Nascent Soul stage!

There are not many masters in the Nascent Soul Stage in the entire Xuefeng Mountain. I didn’t expect that she would actually meet one in the secular world today!

"Huh!" Liu Ling'er patted her breasts and let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was a master who rescued her today, otherwise she and Ye Fan might have really had to explain here.

However, Liu Ling'er was a little curious. Why did this Baimei Abbot say that Ye Fan has a fate with Buddha?

After Baimei's abbot struck a palm, his face was still empty-handed, and he couldn't see any anger. He just said lightly: "Amita Buddha, tie up all the fallen people, remember not to hurt their lives!"

"Yes!" a group of monks responded repeatedly.

"Thank you...thank you, Master!" Liu Ling'er hurriedly got up and bowed deeply to Abbot Baimei.

"It is a fate to meet, and the female donor does not need to thank you!"

Abbot Baimei said lightly, then walked to Ye Fan, helped him up, then stretched out his right palm, pressed on Ye Fan's back, and began to help Ye Fan heal.

Ye Fan, who was in a daze, suddenly felt a vast energy coming from his body, and his whole body was shocked.

Suddenly, the abbot of Baimei frowned.

"This is..."

While he was healing Ye Fan, he suddenly found that in the center of Ye Fan's dantian, there was a light red energy spinning at high speed.

The light red energy is also extremely pure and active, and a very pure Buddhist aura is faintly heard from it!

......

Half an hour later.

Hou Zhengyang used his speed like a mad dog and ran all the way, finally reaching a relatively prosperous section of the road.

At this moment, Hou Zhengyang was still as dark as charcoal, and blood was constantly overflowing from his mouth, which was obviously suffering from severe internal injuries.

He snatched a cell phone from a passerby unlucky guy and immediately called the person from Yin and Yangmen.

"Sorry, the phone number you called is turned off!"

Hou Zhengyang kept dialing, even if he passed, the result was the same and he couldn't get through!

Hou Zhengyang's face became a little gloomy again, and the phone could not be reached, which shows that all the disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect sect to the secular world have been killed by Ouyang Tianshi and Gan Ning!

"Damn it!" Hou Zhengyang cursed, anxious.

The task I thought was easy to capture, but I didn't expect it to develop like this in the end, even Du Yuanlong was killed.

And when he was just about to be able to kill the boy, a super old bald donkey suddenly appeared on the way!

This is really a bad luck!

Hou Zhengyang coughed, then sprayed out a large mouthful of blood, and his face instantly pale as paper.

No!

He activated the Sumeru divine light twice in succession, and was just punched by Ye Fan, Hou Zhengyang felt that the injuries in his body were almost out of control. If he dragged them on, he would be in danger of life.

Nowadays, people from the Yin-Yang Gate can no longer contact you. The only way is to catch a few women and find a quiet place to collect Yin and replenish Yang, so as to delay the injuries in the body.

However, this section of the road seems to be a little more prosperous than before, but it is still very biased. There are not many men, so where can I go to find women?

Suddenly, Hou Zhengyang glanced at him and saw a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup and big arms and round waist not far away.

Damn, there is nothing I can do, it's her!

Hou Zhengyang made up his mind and resisted the disgust in his heart. He came to the middle-aged woman in a flash and prepared to pull her into the grass beside her.

If it were normal times, Hou Zhengyang would not have chosen this middle-aged woman, because he had not reached the point of being hungry and eating. Even the women he used to pick supplements were all beautiful women of high-quality beauty.

But this time and then, now Hou Zhengyang is in serious injury and there is no room for choice.

"Damn it, I dare to rape me, I kick your basket!" The middle-aged woman was extremely fierce. After screaming, she kicked Hou Zhengyang directly in the crotch!

"ah!"

Hou Zhengyang screamed, then looked at the middle-aged woman with an extremely gloomy face and slashed her with a knife...

It was not until the next morning that Ye Fan finally opened his eyes from his coma.

I only felt a warm feeling all over my body, and there were still many bandages wrapped around my upper body.

"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, you are finally awake! How do you feel?" Liu Ling'er beside her grabbed Ye Fan's arm at the first time and asked with concern on her pretty face.

Ye Fan shook his head and gradually remembered what happened before he fell into a coma.

At that time, it seemed that he hit Hou Zhengyang with a punch, and then he also hit a palm, and then he didn't know anything.

"I...I'm not dead? Where is this?" Ye Fan asked, feeling his head still drowsy.

"Follower, of course you are not dead! It was this master who saved you!" Liu Ling'er said, pointing to the Baimei Abbot beside her.

"Good, good, the little donor's constitution is indeed different from that of ordinary people. He woke up so quickly." Abbot Baimei said with a kind look.

Ye Fan slowly turned his head and looked around. He saw that standing not far away was an old monk with white beards and a young monk followed behind him.

"What is this?" Ye Fan asked in a daze.

Abbot Baimei took a step forward and held Ye Fan's arm with his wrinkled big hands.

Ye Fan suddenly shuddered, and felt an extremely thick inner rush into his body. The warm feeling became a little stronger again.

The next moment, a hint of surprise appeared on the face of the Baimei Abbot's face. When he was healing Ye Fan, he knew that Ye Fan's internal injuries were extremely serious, but after suffering such severe internal injuries, he had recovered in just one day?

However, Ye Fan's heart trembled and he suddenly realized that this kind-hearted and kind-hearted old monk was definitely a super expert!

No wonder I felt a warm feeling in my body as soon as I woke up. It should be this old monk using his internal strength to heal his wounds.
Chapter completed!