After the words were finished, she turned around and looked at Yu coming to Lin Dongqing, and was silent for a while: "He is waiting for someone."

Lin Dongqing was very worried. Seeing that they were all very good, she said: "Who are you waiting for?"

Later, he looked at the old monk and said to Qin Chao: "I saw him three times yesterday! You must have a plan!"

The Qin Dynasty rained slightly and Zheng, with complex meanings flowing in his eyes.

"The Lin funder was wrong."

Unexpectedly, the old monk suddenly said: "It should be twice."

The hairs all over her body exploded, and Lin Dongqing's eyes showed fierce light: "Who are you?"

The old monk put his hands together and gave a gentle salute: "There is no Zen in Guiyuan Temple."

Lin Dongqing shouted: "Why are you following me?"

The old monk turned around slightly. This was a kind of etiquette. He said: "Waiting for someone."

Lin Dongqing wondered: "Who are you waiting for?"

The monk replied without hesitation: "Wait for someone to come."

Lin Dongqing frowned. He could not get any useful information from these words. But there was a intuition telling him that the old monk must be here to find fault.

"Are you waiting for Mr. Ye?"

Qin Chaoyu was smart and he thought about everything: "Do you know when he will come back?"

The monk shook his head: "I don't know, so I'm waiting."

This is the default, so Qin Chaoyu and Lin Dongqing looked at each other and saw the concerns in each other's eyes.

What is the other party’s intention? Still dare not do it. The old monk dared to give his reputation directly, and showed that his strength and background were first-class. Lin Dongqing clenched his fists and was wet by the rain. After all, he did not dare to do this first.

The old monk seemed to understand this, his face was as usual. He whispered: "Go back. If you meet someone I want to wait for, tell him I will continue to wait for him here."

The cold autumn rain mixed with the evening breeze fell to the ground, making crackling sounds. Qin Chaoyu and Lin Dongqing at the entrance of the hotel were already cold all over. Even Alice, she did not untie it.

The rosary flew to the size of a fist, was cut into square shapes, shattered in the air, turning into countless irregular fragments, falling in the sky, Zheng Yefengsheng's figure rushed through them, setting off a huge tsunami-like wave, and rushed towards the river bank covered by halos.

When the figure flashed past, there was still a deep transparent groove in the air, slowly merging in the ice and rain.

On the opposite side, the old monk was hunting in a bare-handed cassock in the cold wind. He looked at the young man walking towards him at high speed. He raised his hand and the area where the halo of the body of Kong Zheng Yezi was solidified suddenly collapsed. After the heavy rain, it continued. There was a tearing mark on the hard ground. Accompanied by countless splashing cement fragments, he sprayed violently along the left and right sides, and fierce turbulence threw towards the surrounding scenery.

Ye Fengsheng's fast figure did not slow down for half a minute. He was unwilling to turn sideways, his hands were filled with spiritual energy. The transparent halo would collide with the continuous ground gullies in a more three-point posture.

"Bang!"

After the dull sound, a chaotic and blurred wave suddenly burst out and rushed to all directions. For a while, there was no visible place in the square.

Ye Fengsheng rose from the air and waved 300 meters into the air. He looked down at Lao Hesang, who was wearing a cassock under him. His eyes were filled with lotus flowers. In his eyes, there were countless spiritual relics.

The old monk's face did not change, let alone look up at the person he looked at. He put his hands together and put the turbid gas on his chest, Zheng suddenly widened his eyes and murmured: "Don't give up on Buddhism!"

The air was filled with the smell of heavy rain. The old monk raised his head for the first time and looked at the young man in the air. His hands trembled slightly.

Retract momentum, swing the sleeves, shake out a powerful force from the sleeves, cut off the air and move upwards, break the rain curtain, and cut off the river, and sink the momentum to the face. This is a huge waterfall. The water on it is also cut off by it!

Ye Fengsheng naturally knew that the old monk was the Ten Precepts in "The Fearless Three Meditations of Xi'a Zang". His eyes were divided into two parts by his heart. His hands quickly opened and closed in front of him. After the handprint, the same halo poured out from his palm. From top to bottom, it was like a galaxy waterfall. It suddenly fell down and collided with the ghost.

Both sides cannot be seen in the realms. Although Ye Fengsheng has not entered Yuanying yet, he can be given three skills, and his aura is vast and infinite. As the front abbot of Guiyuan Temple, the power of the monk is also unfathomable. Look, compared with the leader of Kunlun Temple, he cannot relax much!

These two spiritual forces collided in the air, which neither caused the earth to shake, but also disrupted all bans in this area. The original static heavy rainstorm came again, but the sky above 100 meters was already in chaos.

The old monk on the ground used his mental chaos to defend against the attack. The figure dodged several times in the broken spirit and came to Ye Fengsheng. If he did not rush to the front door, he would slap it with one hand. Ye Fengsheng hit back with one hand, and his fingers were bent into claws. The moment he came into contact with the old monk's hand, he became sharp and suddenly. He took the initiative to bypass the power of the wind in his palm, injured his arm, and knocked it a few times, and it suddenly pulled away.

"Shh!"

The sound of the torn sleeves of the robe was flooded by heavy rain, and a piece of skin slid from Ye Fengsheng's palm to the ground.

The old monk's face trembled due to the sagging skin and muscles. When he was bleeding, he was still able to keep his facial expression unchanged, but he also found an opportunity to distance himself from Ye Fengsheng.

The two looked at each other in the air for less than two seconds. Ye Feng bowed his body and flashed through the night sky. His fist was like a dragon. After he waved hundreds of spiritual fists, his speed did not slow down at all. He waved his loose fist in the air, holding the spiritual killing dagger called "Meteor Star" in his hand, and chopped off the old monk's head in the opposite way.

An old monk whose arms were wet by heavy rain still looked the same, but his eyes were full of sharp eyes at this moment. His robe was swollen quickly, like an inflatable balloon, and he held up frantically. He put down hundreds of fists and looked at the head of the sharp sword. The old monk raised his hand not for the fortifications, but for half an inch of empty space.

"Without evil views, there will be no cause and effect!"

A golden light suddenly appeared at a height of three hundred meters. Ye Fengsheng's meteor sword could cut off the aura of the earth, but was blocked by an unknown force in the air. Suddenly, it slowed down. In the blink of an eye, it had to do all its efforts to advance half a mile!

Ye Fengsheng gritted his teeth, and there were two marks on his face. Then he suddenly let go. The sword of blade spirit was embedded in the golden light. His wrist shook again, and he pulled out a sword flower with his right hand. He took several thousand swords and chopped it on the head of the old monk in front of him.

The bulging robe failed to block the sword again. The powerful fist made it hard. It might be blocked by softness. However, the sword could only be blocked by strength and rigidity. The thin robe, even Yuan Ying, could not block the tip of the hundred swords!

In the heavy rain, the old monk standing 300 meters high turned into a bloody man. Under countless raindrops, he still could not stop the bleeding from his wounds. Blood and rain mixed together and kept flowing out of him. Under this golden light, it not only did not seep into people, but also had a strange and boundless Dharma.
Chapter completed!