"Boy, what are you doing?"
The flush on Monk Hua's face faded and he turned slightly pale.
He glared at Ye Mo and roared loudly: "Do you really want to kill me?"
"nonsense" Ye Mo looked at him coldly: "Why can only you kill me, but I can't kill you?"
"It's up to you" "That's right.
I said it" "Okay.
Buddha is going on a killing spree today, so I don't want any damn treasures.
I'll kill you now."
After saying that, Monk Hua used his strength, twisted his limbs, and moved away from the tip of the sword.
He took the opportunity to push hard on the high cliff with his feet, and his body was lifted up by more than three meters.
He was in the air, and his floral coat was blown by the cold wind.
Sound, he roared like a tiger coming out of its cage, it was really majestic.
"ha" He shouted loudly, and pushed his legs hard, stepping towards Ye Mo's head like a mountain bearing down on him.
This step is extremely powerful, like thousands of horses galloping across the Central Plains, with a sense of endless struggle running through it.
Ye Mo was the first to bear the brunt, and his chest seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer.
He groaned and took two steps back, feeling horrified.
Only then did he truly realize the gap between himself and the master.
Can't delay any longer As the mana in his body continued to drain away, Ye Mo held up his sword, shouted secretly, and used all his strength to stab Monk Hua's feet.
This thorn is ordinary and unremarkable, like a gurgling waterfall in the mountains.
It is just like this, but it reveals the charm of nature.
There is something wonderful in the ordinary, and it seems that it can resist it but cannot resist it.
Monk Hua's heart trembled, he shrunk his legs in the air, turned over, and landed on the high cliff as lightly as a cheetah.
"Chichi" Ye Mo didn't want to waste time with Monk Hua, so his strength surged all over his body, and he rushed towards him like a ferocious lion.
The ancient sword in his hand stabbed and slashed wildly, and the sword made a harsh sound of breaking through the air.
The ancient sword was so sharp that it was hard to resist.
Monk Hua was in a panic when he was chopped down.
He was forced to jump up and down like a monkey in a big show.
His face turned red and he shouted: "Boy, stop, stop, I won't hit you." " At this moment, he had been forced by Ye Mo to be less than half a meter away from the cliff.
If he pushed further, he would really fall off the cliff.
"If you say stop, stop, who do you think you are?"
"I will return all the money and treasures to you" "Okay.
Bind your hands and feet for me."
Ye Mo retracted his sword and picked up the rope not far away: "Tie it tight and I will keep an eye on you.
You have three seconds to tie it into a tight knot.
If you are too slow to tie your legs for a second, I will stab you."
"Boy, you are cruel"
Monk Hua gritted his teeth, his lips trembled, his fists clenched and unclenched, and then clenched again.
"Two seconds left" "Holy shit."
Monk Hua couldn't care less about being angry.
With a flick of his hand, he picked up the rope at a very fast speed and tied a tight knot on his leg.
The dead knot is much easier to work with than the bow knot, and he is very agile.
After completing it, it takes exactly two seconds.
"Tie my hands too" "How do I tie my hands?"
"Don't you have a mouth?
Hurry up and I'll give you five seconds.
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If you're slow, I'll stab you with my sword."
"Boy, you've gone too far."
"Four and a half seconds left" "Holy shit" After Monk Hua tied his hands with a sullen expression, he raised his head and looked at Ye Mo: "What else do you want?"
"Where are my money and antiques?"
"In my pocket" "Sit still."
Ye Mo glared at Monk Hua and put the ancient sword in his hand on his neck: "If you dare to move, I will kill you with my sword."
Just a sword Monk Hua's heart, which was about to move, suddenly calmed down.
He felt angry, helpless and puzzled at the same time.
Isn't this kid Ye Mo just a idiot?
Why did he suddenly become so powerful?
Seeing how powerful he is, he is as scary as me.
That damn old man Ning didn't speak clearly enough, causing me to capsize in the gutter. hateful Ye Mo took two quick steps and came to Monk Hua's side.
He held the ancient sword in one hand and reached Monk Hua's neck, while the other hand reached into his pocket.
The antiques are in the left pocket and the money is in the right pocket.
No pockets.
Ye Mo put the things back into his trouser pocket and glanced at the pile of money.
When he found that there were only a few thousand yuan at most, his face turned as dark as a dark cloud in the sky: "You evil monk, use my money."
If you have done so much, please think of a way to compensate me, otherwise I will just kill you with a sword."
"Lord Buddha, I have nothing to do but a business without capital.
I really don't have the money to compensate you."
Monk Hua could clearly feel the coldness and coldness on the ancient sword.
His face was wrinkled, like an old man in his seventies.
He looked extremely pitiful: "You just looked for it.
I really have no money."
Ye Mo had lost most of his mana at this moment.
He was nervous, his face remained calm, and the ancient sword in his hand was kept on Monk Hua's neck.
“No money” Ye Mo glanced at him and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Give me the string of Buddhist beads around your neck."
The Buddhist beads are simple in appearance and antique in color.
As they circulate, they are filled with colorful colors.
At first glance, they are extraordinary.
"What" Monk Hua lost his countenance: "This prayer bead is my personal treasure.
It has always been with me and I can't give it to you."
"If you don't give it to me, it will be a sword."
"Boy, don't bully others too much" "hurry up" Ye Mo glared at him: "Although I have a lot of time, my patience is really limited.
I don't have time to follow you in circles.
Please hurry up."
Why do these words sound so familiar?
Monk Hua stared with big eyes and trembled.
Isn't this my exact words, Lord Buddha?
Why did this boy really rely on me?
Is there any justice?
"Okay.
Take it."
What's the use of keeping the Buddhist beads without my life?
The monk's tone was bleak and his face was full of pain.
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Normally, even if he was so hungry that he would be reluctant to sell the beads, now it was a dish in someone else's bowl.
"Um."
Ye Mo nodded, stepped forward and took off the beads.
This prayer bead is heavy in the hand and feels extremely round.
Under the noon sunlight, one can clearly see its essence, which looks like extremely clear crystal.
“Good guy” Ye Mo hurriedly put the beads into his trouser pocket, and then he calmed down.
Start thinking about it.
Judging from the speed at which vision power passes, it can only last for two minutes at most.
A minute and a half has passed now, and there are still thirty seconds left.
While you are free, why not ask some questions about cultivation.
Thinking of this, Ye Mo became energetic and looked at Monk Hua sideways: "You are a cultivator, so you should know the laws of realms in this world very well."
"Of course."
"Then tell me, what level of master are you?"
"I" Monk Hua was stunned and looked at Ye Mo: "Can't you see it?"
"I just want to confirm and hear from you whether your monk's cultivation realm is different from our Taoist."
Ye Mo started talking nonsense, his face was not red and he was not out of breath, he was as calm as the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves
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