Chapter 661

What a strong spirit! For the first time, monk Yongjian showed a tremor on his face. He felt that he underestimated Ye Lingfeng. The roar of the lion is a secret method of Xuankong Temple. When the roar comes out, it is aimed at people's mental strength. If an ordinary ancient martial arts practitioner is roared by this head, he will be dead. But ye Lingfeng is not only still, but also can fight back.

I'll kill you while you're sick! As soon as he saw that Yongjian was spitting blood, ye Lingfeng didn't have any hesitation. He pulled out his feet and approached Yongjian. Moreover, his fists roared, poured 100% of his internal power, and beat Yongjian on his chest again.

What's more, the boy surnamed Ye is really tough! A fist hit, although the fist has not yet arrived, but the fierce style of boxing, has called Yongjian monk out of his wits. He knows that, in his present situation, if ye Lingfeng's fist is hard connected, even if it has ten lives, he will be lost here today.

"Buddha, don't go to the water with you Monk Yongjian didn't care about the integrity of his family. After a scold, he patted the ground with his backhand and rushed to the top of the tower.

"Boy ye, money is in the girdle around the waist of the dead bald donkey. It's OK to let him go, but you have to grab the girdle!" At this time, the black emperor was in a panic, and his triangular eyes were full of anger. It seemed that he wanted to peel monk Yongjian alive.

"You can go, but you have to leave money for your life first!" When ye Lingfeng heard the speech, he suddenly put his feet on the ground. Then he rushed towards the figure of monk Yongjian, and grabbed him. He slapped him and held his girdle tightly in his hand.

What is hidden in the girdle is the whole wealth of monk Yongjian. Now seeing that the girdle is held by Ye Lingfeng, monk Yongjian does not have any hesitation, so he tries his best to grab it. He wants to pull the girdle back from ye Lingfeng's hand. "Damn, you dare!"

"There is nothing in the world that I dare not do!" Ye Lingfeng, with a smile, tugged at his girdle tightly with one hand, touched his trouser pocket with the other hand, then shook his hand, and threw a white mist on monk Yongjian, sneering: "dead bald donkey, taste my poison powder!"

Poison powder? As soon as the white fog came, monk Yongjian was so scared that he didn't dare to continue the stalemate. Without any hesitation, he quickly released his hand and fell on the ground of the golden pagoda.

But just after being down-to-earth, the happy color of his face for the rest of his life suddenly solidified, and it also became very strange. Because he suddenly sounded, the smell of the white fog in the air, which is poison powder, is clearly lime noodles.

Damn son of a bitch, he's been cheated by this boy again! Monk Yongjian's lungs are almost exploding. He wishes he could fly back and grab the girdle back. But now the girdle has been pinched in the palm of his hand by Ye Lingfeng. It's not so easy to get it back.

"Dead bald ass, go back and prepare the money for the next meeting. I can spare you one more time!" With a sneer, after taking the girdle into the storage ring, ye Lingfeng smiles, and his eyes are full of narrow. In addition to the money in monk Yongjian's girdle, he clearly remembers that monk Yongjian did not blink his brow at the beginning, and took out an anonymous promissory note of 100 million yuan from it.

"Don't be proud too soon, boy!" Monk Yongjian turned his eyes and gave a ferocious smile. Then he suddenly turned the lion's roar, puffed up his cheeks and said angrily, "come on, someone's robbing the Buddha treasure!"

Under the roar, the sound is like a thunderbolt, which immediately explodes in the silent night sky, making the whole pagoda buzzing.

What's more, this Yongjian monk is not a dog. He can't beat and run. He even barks when he runs. Looking at Yongjian monk's appearance, ye Lingfeng was a little impatient. He wanted to slap the dead donkey to death.

This son of a bitch doesn't have the demeanor of a Buddhist disciple. He's as cunning as a thief. He's not even as good as a street thug.

"Boy ye, you are so stupid. This dead bald ass is so shameless. He used such a dirty method..."

Black emperor triangle eye is full of anger, to Ye Lingfeng urge repeatedly. Monk Yongjian, the lion roars like thunder on the ground. I'm afraid that people all over the place can hear it. Even if the surrounding security personnel have been stunned by Ye Ling, it is estimated that in about ten minutes, there will be countless people coming here to protect the Buddha treasure.

Yongjian is a thief, but he doesn't seem to have a better way. When ye Lingfeng heard the speech, he could not help but have some black lines. He sprinkled lime on Yongjian monk, who called out to catch the thief. Not to mention, ye Lingfeng really has a little bit of sympathy for monk Yongjian at the moment, which makes him more determined that he must be killed next time he sees thief bald.

Fobao was in front of him. Without any hesitation, ye Lingfeng quickly raised his hand to pick up the jade box on the ground, and then opened the box.

After the jade box was opened, a vast breath suddenly surged out of the box. It was sacred and inviolable, just like Mount Tai in the sky. People naturally wanted to have a sense of worship.

What shocked Ye Lingfeng even more was that there were only four hairs in the jade box. Just hair has such power. Ye Lingfeng can't imagine what it would be like if the owner of the hair was here.

Not only that, the Buddha's nirvana has been nearly 3000 years, but there is no sign that the hair is damaged by the invasion of time. Along the hair, there is a faint precious light, as if it were carved with black gems.Hair has gone through thousands of years without damage. What kind of cultivation can we achieve! Ye Lingfeng was full of admiration and longing. He didn't know whether he could reach such an incredible state in his lifetime.

"Immortal legacy I'm right... " After seeing the hair, the black emperor murmured to himself, and his triangular eyes glittered.

Immortal legacy? What's that? Although the black emperor murmured to himself, ye Lingfeng still heard a little, and his heart was full of doubts.

"Take out the mysterious female beads, infuse internal power and divine thoughts, and connect the Buddhist treasures!" But at this time, the black emperor hurriedly urged.

Hum! Without any hesitation, ye Lingfeng took out the bead according to his words, and then poured his internal power and thoughts into the bead. As soon as the breath entered the xuanyinzhu, the original dark pearl body was even more dark and bright now, emitting a cold breath, which made the whole tower become as if it was shrouded in an ice cellar.

Not only that, after the idea of God entered the mysterious female bead, ye Lingfeng felt that the connection between the bead and himself was stronger and stronger, just as it became a part of his own flesh and blood. As long as his mind changed, he could control it perfectly.