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Looking indifferently at Zhou Daoming who was being lifted up by him, Hao Tian sneered and thought: Young Master is indeed omnipotent. With a pale complexion, the color of Zhou Daoming's bright eyes slowly faded. Hao Tian laughed sinisterly, and asked: "Zhou Daoxiong's cultivation is not bad, he should be from the Shaolin Temple!"

Zhou Daoming did not speak. However, Hao Tian seemed to be muttering to himself, "Even if you didn't say it, I already know, that palm strike just now should have been a buddhist palm."

"Since you know, why ask?" Zhou Daoming knew that he had to die, so he closed his eyes and did not speak anymore. He was just waiting for death to come, but no matter how vicious he was, it didn't stop until the moment before he died. It turned out that he was still afraid of death. Even Zhou Daoming was no exception.

Fear, horror, and fear were all clearly imprinted in Hao Tian's eyes. The smile on Hao Tian's face became more and more mocking, with an unfathomable depth. His fingers that were like pincers slowly loosened, then looked at Zhou Daoming for a while. "If you don't want to die, don't think about taking revenge!"

Hao Tian warned, with a simple warning.

Just like that, the black trench coat quickly disappeared into the darkness. The whistling wind carried with it wild and unrestrained laughter. There was no scorn or scorn in the laughter. There was only an indescribable carefreeness. He didn't seem like a killer who just created a murder case. He was so clean that he did not seem like a human being.

Stunned at the figures that gradually disappeared into the distance, Zhou Daoming's entire body started to tremble. He had long since lost his previous tenacity and fiercely leaned his limp body against the railings of the Vermillion Jade Wood, which was by his side. He was gasping for air, and his brows were filled with a sense of fear and doubt.

He did not know why this Grand Master suddenly stopped killing, whether it was because of her luck or something else.

However, the only thing he knew was that he had survived. He had indeed survived. Once again, he raised his head to look at the night sky. It was quiet and tranquil, bringing with it a slight breeze. The willow leaves in the wind gently swayed about. Once again, he turned his gaze toward the blood mist in the courtyard that had not completely dispersed. There was a trace of resentment and hatred in Zhou Daoming's eyes.

But even so, having narrowly escaped death, he still felt a sense of clarity, happiness and disbelief.

On top of the Blue Lake, Chen Yufan looked at the meticulously carved Nan Mu cup in his hand and the quiet and fragrant tea within the cup, the smile on his mouth became even more profound: "Surviving is more important!"

Just as Chen Yufan had said, in this world, there were too many feelings of helplessness and sadness. To truly be able to live was the most important thing. No one knew why Chen Yufan had sent a sound transmission to Hao Tian to let him go. Even Zhou Qianyun, the proud daughter of heaven, who was snuggling by his side, couldn't understand what the man in front of them was thinking.

Chen Yufan's thoughts were still as if they were unfathomable. They were unfathomable, even the woman he was closest to did not know. After a long period of silence, what came through the wooden window was the vast darkness of the night and the coldness of the moonlight. It was as if his heart had never been beating.

After a very long time, even the edges of the sky started to show the color of fish belly white. Zhou Qianyun still could not resist and asked: "Why did you suddenly want to let Zhou Daoming go?"

She quietly waited for his reply. Suddenly, a trace of a smile flashed across her handsome face. There was something illogical within that smile. Holding up the teacup by his side, the tea in the teacup had already turned cold. Zhou Qianyun frowned slightly, and warned: "Cold tea hurts the body!"

As she spoke, she extended her white jade fingers, wanting to change a cup for Chen Yufan. But Chen Yufan waved his hand, and smiled: "It's alright!" Pausing, he then continued, "Xiao Yun, actually, there are times when the situation develops like this cup of tea without any reason. No one knows when this cup of tea will become cold. No one knows if drinking this cup of cold tea will make your stomach ache! "

He raised his head, and finished the cup of cold tea in one gulp. Only then did Chen Yufan once again speak slowly: "Sometimes, it's fine to try something that I don't know! If I don't try, I will never know what will happen next. "

"Aren't you afraid of his revenge?" Zhou Qianyun asked somewhat hurriedly. There was a touch of worry and worry in her voice. A pair of white jade palms lightly rested on top of Chen Yufan's large hand, feeling a little cold. Chen Yufan focused his eyes, and his hands slowly groped on top of her palms as he let out a sigh. Very, very light.

Only, at this moment, Zhou Qianyun was no longer looking at the man she was familiar with. The man's smile now was not clear and cold, but it was an unfathomable coldness. The smile on his face was like that of a god from the highest heavens. How could his mind tremble for a mortal?

"He's just an ant, there's no need to be so unreasonable." Chen Yufan indifferently said, as he stroked the zither beside him with one hand, letting out a metallic sound which was not very harmonious with the tranquil night. However, only martial arts experts could see that those two hands actually contained too many things.

The invisible sound blade continuously weaved through the air, as if it was slicing through air, and a buzzing sound pierced through the air, entering the depths of the Blue Lake. Then, with a loud noise, the water around the Wattage Vessel splashed up, reaching ten meters high, but the strange thing was, this wave of water pillar did not affect the Wattage Vessel in the slightest.

The bow of the ship trembled only slightly, and then grew quiet again.

"Amitabha, well said, you are just an ant. All living beings have lives, regardless of whether one's life is high or low. How can it be like what Benefactor has said, where just a single sentence from an ant would ignore the lives of countless people? " The sturdy voice seemed to be unable to endure it any longer, it still came from the Blue Lake. The pure buddhist energy was vigorous, as it penetrated through the Wattage Vessel's drapes and set off a breeze.

Chen Yufan said with a cold smile on his face, "You really can't resist coming over."

This sound of the buddhist horn was something Chen Yufan could naturally hear. This person's cultivation was profound and unfathomable, truly the cultivation of a Grand Master. Although they were all Grand Master s, they were not at the level of Great Perfection Stage of Level 10 as predicted in the west, and were at least Level 12, so even if the cultivation level of this high monk of the buddhist faith was comparable to that old monster Long Sect, it was still at least at level 12.

In China, Grandmasters were like gods, not something that could be seen easily. It was as if they were living above the ninth heaven, bringing along a trace of compassion and a sense of the Vast Expanse as they coldly looked at these people who were suffering in the human world. Chen Yufan's mocking laughter streaked across the corner of his mouth as he coldly said: "I was wondering why Zhou Daoxiong has such a thick set of buddhist energy. So it turns out he has the backing of your Shaolin Temple!"

Just as Chen Yufan's words fell, a figure flashed across the water surface like a lonely large bird above the Blue Lake s, yet was not affected by the slightest amount of water. He was wearing a pale yellow monastic robe, making him look as if he was standing apart from the world. The monk's face was somewhat thin, and on his head, there were nine scabs with jade-colored buddhist beads. Under the moonlight, they continuously shone.

Just as the Monk appeared at the bow of the boat, in the darkness, a gloomy sword aura streaked across the lake, forming a wave that filled the heaven and earth. The Dragon's Roar Sword continuously emitted Dragon's Roar s from the heaven and earth. The green figure turned into dust, as fast as the wind, as if it were an otherworldly existence. The sword beam was pointed straight at the Buddha's heart.

However, the Monk dressed in bright yellow clothes was like a steady looking Mt. He waved his cassock as he looked at the sword. A trace of pity appeared on his face. In just an instant, this ray of light had already covered the cyan colored sword light. The cyan colored shadow was startled in the sky and then flipped twice. Its entire body began to tremble.

Luckily he had the Dragon's Roar Sword in his hand, otherwise, the ordinary sword would have already been smashed to smithereens.

As he half knelt on the ground, the azure-dressed swordsman's mouth was already drowned in blood. He ruthlessly wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth as Qing Shanke forcefully propped up his body. Until just a moment ago, his meridians had already been sealed, and he was defeated in one move. Furthermore, the only person who was so powerless to retaliate was Grand Master.

However, Qing Shanke still persisted and stood up.

Monk looked at Top Grade Nine Warriors who was standing in front of him and trying his best to support him, with a trace of determination and praise in his eyes. The Top Grade Nine Warriors was an existence that surpassed the limits of ordinary people. If not for the existence of this monster, the Top Grade Nine Warriors s were considered the pinnacle of existence.

Touching his unsmooth lower jaw, the Monk chanted in his heart, "Amitabha, Almsgiver's cultivation is so great that even this old monk is surprised." "This old monk will advise you that your cultivation base is not easy, you should withdraw!"

"With me here, old monk, you can forget about hurting my family's young lady!" Qing Shanke gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a clear laugh came from inside the dock, "You may leave first! However, I find it strange that the Grand Master in the world is like a god to be able to let me see one so easily. I don't know if this is my good fortune or bad luck, but could it be that this world has reached the point where there are as many Grandmasters as dogs?! "

The human Grand Master could be considered a powerful figure, or it could be said that they could no longer be considered a single person. However, Chen Yufan's words that had so many Grandmasters, like a dog, had made the Grand Master say that it was not worth it. This caused the Monk who was standing firmly on the bow of the ship to feel somewhat displeased, to the point that she was angry.

"You from the Buddhist Sect, your five senses are all empty. Monk, why do you have such strong displeasure and anger? You've broken the rules!" Chen Yufan's voice was soft, but when it reached the Monk's ears, it became heavy. The Buddhist Sangha, everywhere, no joy, no sadness, no increase, no dirt, no cleanliness. But now, the monk was angry despite his status as the Grand Master. This was a bad sign.

Maybe Monk had already entered the Grandmaster Realm for a few years, it was hard to avoid the feeling of vulgarity and vanity.

Hearing Chen Yufan's reminder, the monk's bright cassock fluttered in the wind under the moonlight for a few times, once again returning to the realm of that otherworldly expert. However, the expression on his face was still not very good. With a livid face, he clasped his hands together and chanted the Heart Sutra silently. He then paused for a moment, wanting to speak.

In this world, no one would dare to face a Grand Master so arrogantly, and this young master who sat in the shipyard with his soft fragrance seemed to be something that wasn't even in the human world. The lazy sighs and the two blade sounds that had just appeared made him seem like he was about to transcend the mortal world. He had forced his own movements to appear out of nowhere. This was not something an ordinary person should do.

Monk lightly called out the Amitabha, his eyes were sharp and bright, looking at the person behind the screen, a strange feeling arose in his heart. , who was on the bow of the ship, silently retreated to the side. That sword strike that shone brightly under the moonlight seemed to no longer possess that domineering aura.

Someone who could make a super strong practitioner from the Nine Grade remain silent, the identity of that person was naturally self-evident.