In this case, Mr. Yan would definitely not go to fire the gun again. He raised his sleeves and had already held a steel folding fan in his hand.

The folding fan was waving at will, and the true energy was churned out, which contained a powerful breath of life.

The four big men carrying sedan chairs quickly moved in a posture of a small formation.

As Mr. Yan's folding fan danced, the four of them pressed the trigger.

Whoosh swish swish!!

Four crossbow arrows as thick as children's arms shot out wildly.

And under the guidance of the folding fan's true energy and the formation, the power merged into one.

No one can escape at such a close distance.

boom!!!

A roar sounded.

The arrow exploded, cracked into countless debris, and shot back quickly.

Every fragment left blood marks on the strong men, whether deep or shallow.

Mr. Yan was stunned, and the folding fan in his hand drove his true energy quickly on the four strong men.

The originally decadent spirit of these four people suddenly recovered a lot, and the wounds were also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Kill him!!"

Four strong men made their second consecutive shots.

boom!!

The third consecutive shot.

boom!!

Smoke and dust rolled, and debris flew everywhere.

Not long after, a huge figure appeared after dispersing.

The figure was more than ten feet long, with muscles bulging with gray and golden heads, and a high temperature that distorted the air all over the body.

"No...this is impossible."

Mr. Yan looked up at the person who was walking.

"Cum again!!"

"shoot!!"

Whoosh swish swish!!

This time the crossbow arrow was shot empty, and even though it was close, it was still empty.

Because the terrible giant shrouded in the twisted air disappeared.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Mr. Yan saw all four strong men kneeling on the ground, and his legs were obviously completely broken.

But he saw nothing.

He turned around suddenly, but found a big hand that had been grabbed onto his head.

Xia Ji's indifferent voice sounded: "What do I say, what do you answer?"

You know the Sacred Heart Art, but you won’t be reborn with your head, right?”

Mr. Yan showed a look of horror: "How do you know the Sacred Heart Art?"

"Actually, I have a great connection with you, Saint of Heaven."

As Xia Ji said, a layer of milky white true energy floated out of his palm, which contained the breath of life.

Mr. Yan opened his eyes wide in disbelief: "This...you can do the Sacred Heart Art?"

Xia Ji said: "Not bad."

He sighed and said seriously: "I lost a lot of memories because of some changes back then. I just felt like the Sacred Heart Art, so I followed you...

Please believe me, I just want to understand my own background.”

Mr. Yan was surprised and suspicious.

Xia Ji let go of his hand, and a familiar true energy was flowing as his five fingers fluctuated.

He even bent down and pressed the broken leg bone of a strong man beside him with this true energy.

The strong man made a comfortable sound.

Mr. Yan said in shock: "It is indeed the healing ability of the Sacred Heart Art."

He looked at the mysterious man with a complicated expression, and then said, "Take off the mask, maybe you are my senior brother who has been separated for many years."

Xia Ji said lightly: "Once I enter the Yin Si, I will be separated from Yin and Yang from now on. Today I am only passing by here, so the mask cannot be removed."

"Urinal sect!!!"

Mr. Yan was shocked again, and he obviously knew this extremely mysterious organization.

"Who is Emperor Yan Luo you?"

Xia Ji said: "Same school."

Mr. Yan was excited. He almost pulled Xia Ji back to the door, but suddenly, he remembered the latest information he received and blurted out: "You are the ferry demon monk, are you not the tantra monk?"

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The four strong men died instantly.

Four blood mists exploded.

The strong man who had just recovered just died without even humming.

Mr. Yan:???

Xia Ji stretched out his finger and grabbed Mr. Yan's head again. He shook his head helplessly: "When I haven't said those words just now.

Now...

We're back to the origin.

What do I say and what do you answer? You know the Sacred Heart Art, but you won’t be reborn, right?

The first question is, how did you find me?"

Mr. Yan was stunned.

In this moment, many things seemed to have happened.

He was a little confused.

I asked back, "You are not a monk of Tantric Buddhism." Why did this "probably a mysterious person from the same school" suddenly turn against each other?

"Three...two..."

Xia Ji counted quietly.

He did not make any mistakes in all his behavior just now, but unfortunately he wore the wrong mask.

The character of the Demon Monk is a Tantric monk. If someone calls him apart, it means that his character is broken.

"What did you use to discover me?"

Xia Ji narrowed down the problem.

Because although the person in front of him is also a master, it is impossible to find him.

Mr. Yan suddenly sneered, and he suddenly chewed a capsule in his mouth, and the miserable green poison immediately penetrated into his mouth.

I will not betray the organization.

Since that's the case, I'll commit suicide.

He closed his eyes and began to wait for death.

A great fear suddenly arose in my heart.

But suddenly, he felt a powerful internal force invading from behind.

puff!!

He sprayed the poison...

Xia Ji withdrew his palm and said calmly: "Stop doing these useless kung fu. Even if you take poison, I will help you push the poison out. Even if you commit suicide, I will block you before you act, and then use my means to torture you.

And...you are not even afraid of death, what are you afraid of?"
To be continued...