"Tell me, who is it that wrongfully accused me of stealing the ancestral peach tree?"

As soon as Yang Yunfan heard about the ancestor Taomu, he was so angry that he wanted to catch the man hiding behind the scenes, abolish his martial arts, and cut off his head.

He is the majestic Shushan Sword Master, an inner disciple of the Shenxiao Palace, a city lord under the Fire Spirit Realm’s guardian envoy Chi Zhenjun, and a foreign elder of the Purple Nightmare Divine Phoenix lineage...

With so many titles put together, how noble and illustrious is his status?

These bald donkeys unexpectedly accused him of stealing?

This is simply unreasonable!

If a fool really believed this rumor and used it to criticize him in the future, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood!

He must catch the man behind the scenes as soon as possible and behead him as a warning to others! Otherwise, if others follow suit and slander him like this in the future, what's the point?

"Who is your Excellency?"

The gray-robed old monk frowned, and some began to doubt Yang Yunfan's identity.

Yang Yunfan doesn't look like an unknown person who has just entered the supreme realm... The kind of monks who have just entered the supreme realm are often very careful.

After finally reaching the supreme realm, they will not come out and cause trouble immediately.

The old monk in gray robe asked himself, if it were him, when he first stepped into the supreme realm, he would never run out to find someone who wronged him behind the scenes. Instead, he would run back to his family or home planet, hide and consolidate his cultivation.

It won't show up for the time being.

As for rumors, injustice and so on...

These things are limited to the pure land world. What significance do they have to the supreme and powerful people from outside?

He couldn't figure out why the boy in front of him took his face so seriously that he didn't allow any stain on his body.

"The Zen master really wants to know my identity?"

There was a sneer in Yang Yunfan's eyes, and then he shook his head and said indifferently: "However, I think this is not necessary."

"Although Zen Master chased me all the way, he did not cause any harm to me in the end. Instead, he helped me get an opportunity and step into the supreme realm."

"As long as the Zen Master tells the truth, who is it from Shengfa Temple who wronged me and asked you to hunt me down? I will forgive the Zen Master and his companions regardless of the faults of the small ones."

"After all, you have also been deceived by traitors, and you are not sincerely trying to get into trouble with me!"

Yang Yunfan

Being chased by these four big bald donkeys made him really angry. But now, he felt that there was no point in being angry with these four big bald donkeys or killing them.

This would not be of any benefit to the purpose of his trip. On the contrary, it would create many enemies and hinder his search for the ancestor Tao Mu.

Right now, the most important thing is to get the ancestral peach tree and return it to Fairy Kongsang.

Whether or not to kill these bald donkeys is a trivial matter.

In addition, the strength of these four bald donkeys is average, at most the third level of the Supreme Realm. Killing these people alone will not increase much prestige, but will make people feel that the big ones are bullying the small ones.

"Your Excellency, you are too confident!"

The old monk in gray robe wiped the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly. At this time, he had calmed down the boiling blood in his heart and returned to his full strength.

"Don't forget..."

The old monk in gray robe stared at Yang Yunfan, with the golden Buddha light looming in his eyes, suppressing the energy fluctuations, and sneered: "Your Excellency has just stepped into the supreme realm, and is even weaker than the poor monk. In addition to the poor monk, there are three more

A companion is nearby."

"I can't figure out this situation. Where did you get the confidence from? How dare you blackmail me into telling the truth?"

The gray-robed old monk admitted in his heart that Yang Yunfan had some tricks up his sleeve.

Otherwise, Yang Yunfan's blow just now would not have broken his Vajra Mudra.

However, as a veteran supreme powerhouse, the gray-robed old monk also has a sense of pride in his heart. He cannot casually admit that his skills are inferior to others and betray Monk Dao Jin of Shengfa Temple.

"brush!"

On a hillside in the distance, the bronze crane gave the Wild Boar King a healing elixir. After confirming that his injury was not serious, it turned into a stream of light and flew to Yang Yunfan's side.

"Young Master, this bald donkey is a bastard who eats weights. He is determined to fight against us. Why should he be so polite to them? Moreover, he has no humanity and is sanctimonious. He is simply a scumbag and unworthy of being a human being!"

The bronze crane made a roaring sound, and its green eyes, full of murderous intent, stared at the gray-robed old monk.

Although it does not think it is a good bird and has done evil things such as killing people and stealing goods, compared with this old monk, it feels that it still has a conscience and a bottom line.

This old bald donkey, instead of saying that he had captured the Wild Boar King's son, kept talking about the beast, saying that the Wild Boar King didn't understand family ties and wanted to kill the pig to silence him... This gesture simply confuses right and wrong and is disgusting!

"Damn beast, this poor monk is talking to your master. This is a communication between the supreme beings. You are just a mount, so why do you have the right to speak?"

The old monk in gray robe was insulted by the bronze crane in front of his face, and every sentence was deeply rooted in his bones and targeted.

"The evil beast shall die!"

At this moment, he became so angry that the Buddhist golden light on his body surged, and the power he had accumulated for a long time exploded, creating a golden palm print.

"Wow!"

The palm print was majestic, fluctuating with the aura of chaos, filled with supreme divine power, locking the aura of the bronze crane, and pounced directly on it.

This palm was struck with hatred, showing no mercy, and was so powerful that it almost caused the entire forest to tremble.

The palm prints fluctuated, and there was a burst of flying sand and rocks in the forest. Countless plants and trees were naturally shattered by the energy escaping from the palm prints and turned into powder.

The power of this palm is astonishing. If it really hits the bronze crane, even if it has a top-quality body structure, it will be seriously injured.

"I was going to let you go, but you were shameless!"

Yang Yunfan didn't expect that the gray-robed old monk would dare to attack the bronze crane first. He was about to explode with anger!

"snort!"

"Today, I will behead you!"

Yang Yunfan snorted coldly.

The next moment, countless golden energy appeared in his palm, eventually forming two light balls the size of rice grains.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, Yang Yunfan stepped forward, and his body exploded like a star. He rushed out and collided with the Vajra Palm Seal in the air.

"Crack!"

The Vajra Palm couldn't bear it at all. It was hit continuously by the two light balls on Yang Yunfan's palm, and soon it made a crisp "click" sound and shattered.

Eventually it turned into countless broken runes and dissipated in mid-air.

"This guy is invincible!"

"The golden bead in his hand seems to be a powerful magic weapon!"

The gray-robed old monk had just realized that Yang Yunfan had a special tool in his hand that could break his palm prints. He was well prepared at this time, but he did not suffer the backlash of the broken palm prints.

"That's fine!"

He stared at Yang Yunfan coldly, then stopped fighting, brushed his hand, turned around and ran away!
Chapter completed!