In that ancient martial arts sect, the innate one is probably only the middle level.

There must be strong people in the human level, or even those in the earth level.

OK! That organization is quite a headache.

I have to sincerely congratulate you. I guess you will die very quickly and miserably." The little Taoist priest smiled at Ye Bufei strangely, and also made a guest appearance in an English word to show that Taoist lord I can speak foreign languages.

"Then you'd better stay away from me quickly." Ye Bufei knew that this guy was stronger than him, so he probably had already opened his six orifices.

Although Amei deliberately lowered her voice, she could still hear it in the ears of others.

Unless encrypted calls like voice transmission.

However, this kind of sonic art must at least break through to the seventh level of Qi Refining before it can be practiced.

"What am I afraid of? They are looking for you." The little Taoist blinked, looking happy and happy version of the bitch smiled.

"When I encounter danger, I will say that you are my superiors, and you killed them all." Ye Bufei looked playful.

"Will they believe it?" the little Taoist priest shook his head and seemed not to say anything.

"You are better than me, they will believe it. Then, OK! You will be killed first." Ye Bufei was also very lucky.

"I don't care. Since you killed my 99th one, you have to pay me a compensation." The little Taoist priest was obviously cheating.

"I am weaker than you, what can I help you? Moreover, you may be killed at any time with me, which is not cost-effective. Moreover, I don't have the time to accompany you to the cemetery every day, right?" Ye Bufei was confused and actually met such a difficult person who was not afraid of death.

"Haha, there may not be any evil spirits in the cemetery. That can only be done with the flow.

Look at me, I caught 98 of them the previous two years.

I have only caught the 99th in the past three years, and the last one may take many years.

Alas... I have to close the small dark room if I get back with less than a hundred.

Even the monk's version of the chili water tiger bench was used." The little Taoist suddenly shivered, his pupils twitched, and he looked so scared.

"How old are you?" Ye Bufei couldn't help but ask curiously.

Because, this thin little Taoist priest looks like an African refugee who fled. Not only is he black, but he is still thin, it seems that he hasn't eaten enough for many years.

With a malnourished look, as a monk, you shouldn't have been doing so miserably, right? I'm afraid it's not popular in Taoist temples.
Chapter completed!