Super Security in the City

"How about you know?" Ye Fan became annoyed.

He actually guessed the result, but when he really faced this group of people's enmity, he was still inevitably chilled.

"Speak all of what you know and what you got, and hand it over. I want you to remind us that we have some credit and can let you go." Pique said with a sneer.

"It turns out that I saved your lives. It's just a little bit of credit!" Ye Fan sneered, and said: "I knew this before, so I should let all of you die in it, and it would be considered clean!"

"Boy, you better know each other!" a master beside Pique shouted coldly.

Ye Fan also sneered and said, "What if I don't know each other?"

"If you don't know each other, you have to die!" Pique said coldly.

"Good!" Ye Fan's eyes were cold. His murderous intention was finally completely aroused.

Afterwards, the Blood Devouring Sword came out!

But seeing the sword light flashed in the air, the pupils in Pique's eyes dilated in the next second. A blood stain appeared on his neck, and then, blood poured like a fountain!

"This... how is it possible!" Pique couldn't believe it, he murmured.

After speaking, he fell to the ground with a bang.

Ye Fan didn't stop even more, his blood-devouring sword swiftly shuttled through the air with lightning, killing the remaining few people instantly. Only the mysterious monk suddenly swung a sword and bounced Ye Fan's blood-devouring sword back.

Ye Fan's blood boiled.

He knew that he finally killed someone.

And it killed nine in one shot!

This is a wonderful feeling, and it makes him a little excited!

It turns out that killing is so simple.

It turned out to be murder, but so!

Ye Fan didn't show any mercy, and suddenly looked at the monk sharply and said, "You have to die too!"

"Hytest Swordsmanship!"

A total of eighteen swords, like a nine-day galaxy swept over, the heavy epee wave brought out the fire wave and slashed to the monk.

The monk couldn't help but swung his sword to resist, but after all he couldn't resist it.

In just three seconds, the monk was beheaded by Ye Fan!

The monk's cultivation base is already the Sixth Heaven of Taixu, in the great world, he is definitely the number one person, an absolute master.

But in the hands of the rookie Ye Fan, he couldn't hold it for three seconds!

The Pique ten-member combination just now can make a small government have a headache.

Pique is a **** in the mercenary world. Not to mention that this mysterious monk is still a Buddhist master.

But these people were beheaded by Ye Fan, a rookie, and the whole process was less than ten seconds.

This is the horror of Ye Fan's powerful mana.

At this moment, the old lady and Kuzhi master were in awe of Ye Fan. Of course, the old man and the bitter teacher are terrifying to what extent the strength of this group of people like Pique.

At this time, Ye Fan's blood-red eyes finally returned to normal. The blood-devouring sword sent out cheerful emotions, and the blood excited the sword.

Ye Fan was a little at a loss.

"Kill, I killed!" Ye Fan muttered in his heart.

"Kill, so what? If I don't kill them, they will kill me. They will avenge their grievances, and they will die. Even when the master asked, I have a clear conscience!" Ye Fan secretly said.

"But..." Ye Fan was uneasy again: "What I kill is a human life. This is a very heavy thing. Why, I feel...not so scary and painful? Would I like this feeling? Will I kill people like hell? No, I don’t want to be such a person."

Suddenly, Ye Fan stood still, but in his heart it was heaven and man fighting.

"Donor Xiaoye, let's go!" Master Kuzhi grabbed Ye Fan and said.

Ye Fan came back to his senses.

The old lady also said, "Yes, let's go!"

Ye Fan nodded and said, "Okay!"

But at this moment, the old lady thought of something and said: "This monk is a little wise, I don't know if there is a pill. I searched!"

He was going to be a nightmare thinking about the pills.

Ye Fan and Kuzhi Guru did not stop either.

At this time, the old lady was very vigorous and quickly stepped forward and fumbled for a while on the monk's body. After a while, he really found a small porcelain bottle.

"Sure enough, there is something good!" The old lady took the porcelain bottle into his arms, then ran over and said, "Let's go!"

Ye Fan and Master Kuzhi stopped talking, and the three quickly evacuated their place.

After half an hour of running fast, the three finally arrived at the place where the helicopter was. The pilot of the helicopter set up a tent and rested all the time. Seeing three people coming at this time, they quickly came out of the tent.

"Leave right away!" After the old lady came up, he immediately said to the driver, "Just leave it alone!"

"Yes!" said the driver.

The three Ye Fan got on the helicopter.

The helicopter took off quickly, the roar of the propeller was deafening, and the surrounding grass and rocks were swept around by the wind of the propeller.

When the helicopter took off and was flying in the sky, Ye Fan and others finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Ye Fan's tense mind was relieved.

The old man took out the porcelain bottle, opened the porcelain bottle, and saw six black pills inside.

"This is..." The old lady thought for a while before letting Master Kuzhi see.

Guru Kuzhi didn’t take the porcelain vase. He just smelled it, then smiled and said, “Congratulations, grandpa, this is a pill for gathering spirits. Although it is the lowest-grade pill, it is already a real pill. Once you take these six pills, grandfather, it is estimated that there is no problem in impacting the supernatural power realm."

The old lady was immediately ecstatic. He said, "Thanks to the master and Xiaoye donor this time." He paused, and then said to Ye Fan: "Donor Xiaoye, the money I promised to give you will never be less!"

Ye Fan looked at the old lady, he thought for a while, and said: "One hundred million is too much, just give fifty million."

"Not much, not much. If it weren't for you today, we would have all died in that copper coffin. That's all set!" said the old lady.

The old lady is a human spirit. He promised to give Ye Fan money, not only to keep his promise, but also to hold Ye Fan firmly. If he could climb the master behind Ye Fan, the old lady felt that he would have endless benefits.

He is a calculating man and will not do business at a loss.

Ye Fan saw that the old lady insisted, so he didn't say much.

He didn't have much excitement about money anymore, but when he thought of killing ten people in a row today, he couldn't be peaceful after all.

He didn't know whether he was right or wrong.

Although, there are many voices saying that you are right. But he still couldn't let go!

"Little Ye Donor!" Seeing Ye Fan's gloom, Master Kuzhi knew why he was worried.

"Master?" Ye Fan also looked at Master Kuzhi.

Guru Kuzhi smiled slightly and said, "Donor Xiaoye, this is your first murder, right?"

Ye Fan froze for a moment, then answered honestly: "Yes!"

Guru Kuzhi said: "So, you are very troubled. You don't know, are you doing the right thing?"

Ye Fan said: "I know I should kill them, but I feel at a loss the most. I am afraid that I will really become a murderous demon!"

Guru Kuzhi said: "Amitabha, Xiaoye donor, you should know that ordinary people have to pay the price of the law when they kill people. However, you are not ordinary people. Since you have chosen this path of spiritual practice, sooner or later To go through today’s level."

"Does a practitioner have to kill someone?" Ye Fan was puzzled.

Guru Kuzhi said: "The practitioner is not bound by the laws of the world, but only by the rules of the heavenly path. You don’t kill, and other people will come and covet what is on you. In the world of practitioners, the weak and the prey, this rule , No one can break it! As far as the poor monk knows, in the real world of great practitioners, the killing is even worse. They turn their hands into clouds and cover their hands as rain. Between the fingers, blood flows into a river. So the small leaf donor, you Just think carefully about what you want. After you think about it, you will naturally know whether you are right or wrong."

"I... what do I want?" Ye Fan fell silent.

He was thinking hard.

"What do I want?" Ye Fan asked himself.

The old lady and the Kuzhi master knew that Ye Fan was at a critical time, and they shut up and didn't disturb Ye Fan's thinking.

After a long time, Ye Fan's eyes began to brighten and firm.

He gradually understood in his heart. He told himself clearly. "When I studied art with Master, it was because I wanted to be a person like Master. The Tao is where tens of thousands of people go! This road is meant to kill, so why should I embarrass myself?"

Ye Fan finally opened his knot.

He clearly understood again that he really was no longer an ordinary person.

He also knew that he couldn't go back to the past.

He also didn't want to go back to the past.

There is also Heaven, Emperor Li Tian...

Of course, Ye Fan is not stupid. Knowing that the heavenly court, the heavenly emperor and the eternal sun crown must be kept secret, and you must not talk about it indiscriminately. Otherwise, if it reaches the Xianlu forces, then you are a dead end.

Although Xianlu was far away on the blue pole planet, since Emperor Li Tian had been to the earth. That means that Xianlu might also send someone over.

This matter, the more confidential it is, the safer it is.

The helicopter returned to Jing'an City after more than two hours.

At the landing place, an old man's man drove to pick him up.

After half an hour, Ye Fan and his party returned to the old man's independent villa manor.

At this time, dawn had just broken.

A hint of white fish was exposed from the horizon.

The old man took Ye Fan and Master Kuzhi to the independent house in the backyard.

In the room, the lights are on.

The old man sat on the chair and let out a long sigh of relief. "This time it was really shocking!" He was very emotional.

Guru Kuzhi smiled slightly and said, "Grandma, your purpose has been achieved. This time is still valuable!"

The old lady said: "Yes!" He then said to Ye Fan: "Mr. Xiaoye, money..."