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Chapter 165: The Old Beggar

She didn't expect that Ye Fan was proficient in the eye-stimulating technique, and he was so bold that he risked his own life just to use this technique.

You know, if it hadn't been for the strange emotion that suddenly surged in her heart, Ye Fan would have been lying dead on the grass, and there would still be a chance to use the eye-stimulating technique.

Fortunately, this kind of blinding method had little effect on her, and the confusion in her mind only disappeared briefly.

The moment she woke up and was about to increase the strength contained in her palm, Ye Fan's right hand flashed with cold light, and a long sword struck her from the bottom down...

Faced with such an astonishing strike from Ye Fan, she did not hesitate at all and suddenly flew back, but it was too late to avoid Ye Fan's already prepared strike.

In shock, Nie Siqing closed her eyes and waited for death, but strangely found that there was no pain coming from her body. But just now, Ye Fan's long sword had clearly broken through her body-protecting power, so why didn't it?

He killed himself with a sword.

Before she could finish this thought, a finger force came from her chest, and her body suddenly went numb. The cold iron longbow in her hand had already fallen to the ground, and then was swept by a palm wind, causing her to sit down directly on a tree.

on the back.

Being restrained by such a move, she felt angry and annoyed. She was so busy that she didn't even have a chance to use it, so she was restrained by the opponent's trick.

Ye Fan put his sword back into its sheath, held the scabbard, stood up, and looked at Nie Siqing with a smile.

Nie Siqing looked at him coldly and said, "I am the person sent by Jiang Mansion to kill you. Why didn't you just kill me with one sword?"

Ye Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, showing the kind of smile that was extremely hateful in Nie Siqing's eyes, and said: "If you are really the kind of devil who kills without blinking an eye, you will naturally kill me as soon as we meet.

, instead of giving me a chance to restrain you, tell me why you suddenly hesitated when you killed me?"

Nie Siqing snorted coldly, closed her beautiful eyes, turned her head and ignored him.

Ye Fan suddenly sighed: "Oh, it seems that she is another woman who is fascinated by her own charm. It seems that a man's charm can also be used as a life-saving asset!"

Nie Siqing turned her head suddenly, opened her beautiful eyes, looked at Mark, and said coldly: "You are so hopelessly narcissistic!"

Ye Fan smiled and said: "Whether I am narcissistic or not, let alone saying, beauty Nie, now that you are in my hands, do you know what I will do with you?"

Ye Lian said bitterly: "If you are a real man, just give me a happy life."

Ye Fan shook his head slightly and said: "I didn't expect that in the mind of your beautiful lady Nie, I, Ye, would be a person who can destroy flowers with ruthless hands. I'm sorry, I, Ye Fan, like all beautiful things in the world.

I think this is God's gift to us, especially for a beauty like Miss Ye. Unless I have no other choice, I, Ye Fan, will never kill any beautiful woman. I'm leaving."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Nie Siqing was slightly shocked and said, "You won't kill me?"

But as soon as she finished speaking, she realized how unnecessary her question was. If Mark really wanted to kill her, why would he just tap her acupuncture points?

But Ye Fan didn't look back and said: "Your acupuncture points will be automatically unlocked in ten minutes. If you can't go back to do the job, you can catch up and see if you can capture me, Ye Fan."

After he finished speaking, he straightened up and disappeared.

Looking at Ye Fan's retreating back, a look of confusion flashed across Nie Siqing's beautiful eyes for the first time.

Ye Fan neither wanted to kill Nie Siqing nor fell into the Jiang Mansion's siege again, so he had no choice but to escape desperately.

So after getting rid of Nie Siqing's pursuit, he was worried that Jiang Bufan would send experts to chase him again, so he had to choose some uninhabited places along the way.

On this day, he came to a dilapidated mountain temple in the wilderness and walked in with a wry smile on his face.

I lit a fire in the mountain temple and sat aside to roast the pheasant.

What to do?

In the Kingdom of Daxia, ordinary people who offend one of Daojiabao, Heifeng Castle or Jiang Mansion will definitely die.

But now he is facing the pursuit of the three major forces of Jiang Mansion, Dao Family Fort, and Black Wind Castle. Where should he go?

It would be better to go back to Liujiazhuang to find Yu Miaoer, and the two of them would retire to the mountains and forests forever.

But thinking of this, he was really unwilling to accept it. Ye Fan had never suffered such a loss since he was a child.

If he doesn't repay others well, will he still be Ye Fan?

However, how can he compete with these three major forces on his own now?

Damn it, Ye Fan has never been so heroic before.

He also wanted to go to An Mengqi, but now that he was in such a mess, if he went to find someone else, he would feel like he was begging for charity.

How could Ye Fan do such an undignified thing?

While he was distressed, suddenly, there was someone on the other side of the fire.

Ye Fan was horrified and quickly jumped back and ran towards the door.

Under such circumstances, apart from those heavenly masters, he really couldn't imagine anyone else being able to come to him so quietly.

So when he found a person appearing across from the fire, Ye Fan's first reaction was to stay away from this place.

Because he can personally experience the horrors of the Heavenly Master.

However, when he ran to the door, he found that the person behind him was not chasing him. He was slightly startled, turned his head and looked back, only to see that the person who came was covered with random strips of cloth, and his face was covered with dirt.

An old beggar wearing a pair of rotten straw sandals.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan suddenly felt strange. Such an old beggar who was even more miserable than him did not look like a heavenly master!

Could it be that I am really allergic?

But if this is the case, then why can the other party appear here quietly without being noticed by himself?

Only then did Ye Fan feel something was wrong. Although the old beggar standing by the fire was dressed in tatters, the invisible pressure on his body made Ye Fan feel suffocated.

He had only experienced this feeling in Sword Shura. It could be seen that this old beggar was a true heavenly master.

It's just that he is a heavenly master, how can he be more miserable than Ye Fan?

If nothing else, the clothes the old beggar was wearing had been worn for at least several years.

This can be inferred just from the strong smell coming from the opponent's body.

The two looked at each other for a while, but neither of them spoke.

After a while, the old beggar's nose suddenly twitched. He looked at the roasted chicken on the fire. He immediately stepped forward and took down the roasted chicken. After a while, he wolfed it down and then wiped the grease stains from the corners of his mouth.

: "This little brother is making me laugh. I haven't had a full meal in a long time. I wonder what I call this little brother?"

In the Kingdom of Daxia, a heavenly master could not even afford a full meal. Is this possible?

But for some reason, Ye Fan felt vaguely that this seemed possible.

I just don’t know who the other person is, so when faced with the old beggar’s question, Ye Fan hesitated for a moment before responding: “My surname is Ye, and my last name is Fan. I am being hunted now. If senior can give me some advice on the next

I'm really grateful for the clear path."

For some reason, his instinct told him that he had better tell the truth when facing this old beggar.

Although this intuition is too illusory and illusory, Ye Fan has relied on it to escape from disasters many times, so he has always believed in his intuition.


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