On the contrary, old monk Fan Na didn't know what conspiracy he was planning, which was what he was more concerned about.
After all, if the opponent's monks can be earned for nothing, almost every one of them can become a qualified warrior. Isn't this better than training them yourself?
Anyway, as long as there is one kind of slave seal, they are not afraid that they can make a difference!
After all, among the people he has attacked so far, Zhu Yuexian is the only one who has been able to resist his slave mark, relying on the imperial dragon energy in his body!
That is the imperial dragon energy that is truly canonized as a king!
It is far from comparable to the nameless evil dragons that Yang Fan obtained before and the deposed true dragons.
After all, heaven and earth are as big as heaven and earth!
As the power of the Imperial Dao, the importance of its status is self-evident. Even if the real dragon is in the sky, without the blessing of status, it is just a wild dragon!
Anyone can kill it!
When Zhang Congxin saw Yang Fan deep in thought, he couldn't help but said: "Master, I think in addition to the unfathomable old monk in the mansion, there is also an old monk who often leaves the city secretly. If you can subdue him, you may be able to get more information."
Lots of news.”
"Well, you continue to monitor and report immediately if there is any movement."
"Yes, Master!"
Zhang Congxin turned around and walked away hurriedly.
Yang Fan naturally knew that he was thinking about the monk's body, but he didn't reveal it.
He walked back to the room upstairs and started practicing.
The qi and blood are like fire, constantly burning the flesh and blood in the body, like thousands of knives, cutting and polishing every piece of flesh little by little!
According to the description, the flesh and blood pile method is divided into five levels: wooden piles, iron piles, copper piles, silver piles and gold piles.
As the saying goes, real gold is not afraid of fire.
Reaching the level of the golden pile means the achievement of an indestructible golden body, but if you want to achieve true perfection, there is a higher level of jade pile!
While Yang Fan was practicing, Zhang Congxin came to the vicinity of Prince Chen's Mansion again.
As a Jin Bodhisattva, he is naturally very capable in lurking and beyond visual range detection. Soon, he found the skinny old monk - Ming Ran.
It is clear that the monk is also a ruthless character.
At least, that's how it seems to Zhang Congxin.
The other party had a golden eagle with wings spread over two meters, sharp claws and keen eyesight. He almost spotted Zhang Congxin several times.
And what Mingran does most often is feed the eagles.
It’s not any other kind of meat, but the meat you cut yourself to feed the eagles!
Or he would sit cross-legged on the ground and let the golden eagle peck at his flesh and blood. Every time a piece of flesh was pecked out, a torn wound would be left on Monk Ming's body.
The flesh and blood began to grow rapidly, and granulations appeared in the wound, and then continued to close the wound.
Zhang Congxin saw that this was a Buddhist practice, referring to the story of the ancient Buddha cutting off meat to feed an eagle, as a way to polish his body.
Replace old flesh and blood and constantly transform into new flesh and blood!
Until you reach the immortal Buddha body!
Of course, Zhang Congxin spent most of his time staring at Miao Ran's lower half, which is why he came here to keep an eye on him so diligently.
I just hope that Yang Fan can help him make up for his broken body!
How could he be unhappy when an old monk descended from heaven?
"Soon, soon."
Zhang Congxin muttered.
Sure enough, when night fell and time slowly came to the second watch, Shi Mingwen stood up. At this time, his whole body was already covered with scars, and the bloody holes pecked out by the golden eagle had not yet recovered.
He put on his clothes, left the palace at night, and headed out of the city.
When Zhang Congxin saw this scene, he did not dare to neglect and hurried back to Donglin Villa to find Yang Fan.
Not long after, the two set off from Donglin Villa and headed straight outside the city.
Both of them are not slow.
Originally, Zhang Congxin wanted to wait for Yang Fan, but something unexpected happened to him. Yang Fan actually kept up with his speed effortlessly!
Even when Zhang Congxin discovered that he couldn't get away from Yang Fan even after deliberately increasing his speed, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart!
This goes against common sense!
When did the Blood Martial Saint compete with the Jin Bodhisattva in speed?
Even with his broken leg, his speed is not half as fast as usual, but it is still beyond the reach of the Blood Martial Saint!
"Is it possible that he has become a Jin Bodhisattva a long time ago and has even closed the gate?"
Zhang Congxin couldn't help but think about it, but he quickly rejected the idea. After all, Yang Fan was too young.
Being able to be promoted to Blood Martial Saint is already an amazing talent!
How is it possible to break through the pun in one leap!
Although I don’t know what kind of methods the other party used, the fact that he can display a martial arts speed that is comparable to that of Jinbo Bodhisattva shows the depth of the inheritance and the depth of the foundation!
"Don't underestimate it. Being a slave to such people may not be such a bad thing!"
A new thought flashed through Zhang Cong.
Soon, the two of them arrived at the outskirts of Shendu.
Under the leadership of Zhang Congxin, Yang Fan also caught up with the old monk Ming Ran. Looking at the direction of the other monk's progress, he turned out to be heading towards Longhui Mountain.
"Longhui Mountain? Is he going to Fahua Temple?"
Yang Fan's eyes flashed.
However, as soon as they entered the mountain, they suddenly heard a harsh eagle call!
"Bah!"
The figure of the old monk suddenly stopped and he suddenly turned around and looked behind him!
There is no one on the empty mountain road.
But the old monk Ming Ran looked at the golden eagle on his shoulder, but his face was as dark as water. He turned his hand and a huge nine-ring tin staff appeared in his hand.
"Amitabha!"
On his old face, the two long eyebrows fell, and he actually held a tin staff and rushed towards the hiding place of Yang Fan and Zhang Cong. The huge tin staff waved, creating a gloomy black light.
"Where did you come from, a stupid thief who dared to spy on you, Lord Buddha!"
Monk Mingran's voice was like a thunderbolt exploding.
boom!
A blow as heavy as a mountain tore apart the air.
Before the violent wind pressure even fell, the gravel and vegetation on the ground flew backwards.
The fierce and domineering blow caused Jin Bodhisattva to change color slightly.
Meat King Kong!
This clear monk has definitely reached the realm of flesh vajra!
He couldn't help being surprised and happy.
And just as the tin staff was approaching, Yang Fan also moved.
Wearing blood armor, with the big star flashing on the blood armor, he took out the Fangtian Painted Halberd and held it up unceremoniously.
boom!
The tin staff collided with Fang Tian's painted halberd, making a muffled sound. The surrounding sounds seemed to quiet down instantly, and Yang Fan and Miao Ran were seen fighting each other quickly.
The mountain road collapsed and debris flew everywhere.
The power unintentionally released during the fight between the two caused the rocky ground to sink several meters, and the entire mountain was shaking and almost collapsing.
"Conquer the devil!"
Mingran finally realized that he had met his opponent, his eyes widened angrily, and he shouted loudly.
The muscles all over the body suddenly surge, expand, and are completely released!
A six-foot-long golden body appeared!
Compared with Yang Fan's original physical Buddha, it is more solemn and more powerful. There are two overlapping huge circles of light behind him. It looks like a real god and Buddha coming to the world!