The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy chapter 1088

The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy
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Xiaoye’s voice was very cold, with a hint of anger in it. He never thought that his master, whom he had been with for so many years, would actually be a person who forcibly abolished his spiritual power after going crazy, “You don’t have a heartbeat.”
There was a strange smile on the corner of the old monk’s mouth. He seemed a little surprised, “Just rely on this, you can be sure.”
“Although you are immortal, I have never seen you truly smile in all these years.”
Ye Ping’s eyes were sharp, “So why do you insist on letting me go…”
Before he finished speaking, he took two steps back abruptly.
I saw that the old monk, looking like a withered shape, actually knelt down in front of him.
“I beg you.”
……
Ye Ping was helpless, no matter how cold and indifferent he was, he couldn’t just sit back and ignore the master who had been with him for so many years, and he still owed him a favor.
“Master, tell me the truth, what kind of guilty conscience do you have?”
Ye Ping still wanted to ask why, he frowned, “What’s your purpose?”
I saw the old monk lowered his eyes, obviously not planning to answer.
Repeatedly pressing questions to no avail, Ye Ping had to go to the front yard first.
I saw quite a few monks bowing their heads in despair, and some even muttered: “What, are you trying to humiliate us, and you didn’t even choose one!”
The few disciples in Taoist robes were a little embarrassed, and they were discussing with the brothers next to them.
“If you really can’t choose, you might as well find a few first. Even if you can’t cultivate, you can still go to the pharmacy to help.”
“It makes sense. We came all the way here. If no one speaks, everyone will not look good.”
After the discussion, the few people looked at Ye Ping, who had not seen it before, and waved to him, “Would you like to come and try?”
Ye Ping’s heart was very contradictory, he wasn’t so repulsive to practice, he just didn’t want to enter that kind of…the so-called sect.
What he wants most now is freedom.
A disciple just put his finger on Ye Ping’s forehead, and he was shocked by him. He looked at Ye Ping in shock, and for a long time he trembled with his finger and shouted, “What kind of magic do you practice?”
The most unfamiliar word for the disciples who grew up in Xianyuan since childhood was the magic of evil spirits, and they almost subconsciously drew their swords to stab Ye Ping.
Just now, Ye Ping just didn’t hold back the anger in his heart and unconsciously attacked the disciple.
He looked at the sharp and cold blade and wanted to hide, but his legs seemed to be nailed to the spot, and he couldn’t dodge in a hurry.
“Wait!”
At this critical juncture, Ling Yi rushed up and stood in front of him.
“What are you trying to do, why are you bullying my sect disciples in my Lingyou Temple!”
As soon as he said these words, the monks couldn’t help gasping for breath, but they didn’t expect Ling Yi, the most cowardly person on weekdays, to be the first to rush forward to confront them.
“That’s all,”
One of the disciples took the lead in retreating. He retracted his sword and stared at Ye Ping, “Who the hell are you?”
Ye Ping has already restrained all the breath on his body, and pointed to his bald head, “Monk.”
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“Brother…”
The disciple who was… the first to do it just now hesitated. He looked uncertainly at the… taller disciple standing in the middle, “I clearly felt that there was demonic energy in him just now.”
The senior brother glared at him with a hint of reproach in his eyes, the disciple quickly shrank his neck, shut up and didn’t dare to speak any more.
“We misunderstood this little brother.”
Jiang Liang cupped his hands towards him, speaking smoothly.
Ye Ping naturally couldn’t be bothered, so he snorted coldly.
When Ling Yi saw that there was no further investigation, he felt relieved.
“Come here and let me see.”
Jiang Liang suddenly waved at Ling.
“okay.”
Make a small step to run up, looking a little ridiculous in a hurry.
Ye Ping turned his head to look at the floor sweeping monk standing in the crowd. Between the eyes of the two, he couldn’t help frowning, but he still nodded slightly.
He said he would do what his master said.
After Ling Yi was tested by the disciples sent by Tian Mo, he saw them shaking their heads, and there seemed to be subtle expressions on their faces.
“Little monk… Have you been staying in the temple all these years?”
Ling Yi was puzzled by this question, but nodded truthfully.
“Staying in the temple all the time, even if I go out, I haven’t traveled a long way.”
“…that is the best.