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Chapter 233: Old sir, please come in by yourself.

Han Hai's eyes suddenly widened!
He was extremely familiar with the mental fluctuations on Ye Fan's body at this moment!

This is, this is, this is Master!

"This is impossible!"

Han Hai let out a scream similar to a woman's in fear.

Ye Fan's eyes were full of complexity.

Han Hai was Mo Yulin's first disciple, and he once treated Han Hai like his own son.

Who could have thought that this disciple had evil intentions and actually attacked him in the ruins of an ancient tomb.

If I hadn't been lucky enough to be possessed in the ring and happened to know the art of gathering spiritual consciousness, I would have been destroyed.

Han Hai formed a seal with one hand, and the mother talisman in his hand emitted a faint light.

Several sub-talismans shot out from the mother talisman.

He roared:
"I don't care if you are possessed by a ghost or you are faking your death!

You die! "

"Ugh!"

Ye Fan sighed, and faced Han Hai's Daozi talismans full of murderous intent without any panic.

"Don't you want to learn the art of gathering spiritual consciousness?

I will show you what the Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique is. "

It was obviously Ye Fan's young voice, but it gave people a feeling of having experienced a lot.

Ye Fan raised his hand gently.

Those sub-talismans stopped in the air, frozen less than one meter in front of Ye Fan.

Han Hai was stunned:
"This, how is this possible!"

'Ye Fan' slid his fingers.

Those talismans were like chess pieces, at Ye Fan's mercy in the air, like trained butterflies.

Ye Fan manipulated the spell skillfully and said in a teaching tone:
“The power in the spell is mental force, and the movement trajectory of the spell is also mental force.

The technique of gathering spiritual consciousness can be the most perfect, controlling mental power in an infinitely subtle way.

Learning this move is equivalent to restraining all Fu Zong disciples.

To a certain extent, it also restrains other extraordinary people in this world.

Originally, I planned to teach you this trick when your character was more determined and you were able to refine the mother talisman by yourself.

But I didn't expect your mind to be so crooked!"

Ye Fan's words stimulated Han Hai.

Han Hai's face turned pale and blue, and he held up the mother talisman, and dozens of child talismans floated up:

"Old thing, old thing! You are amazing!

Don't think you won!

I want to see how much of your former fighting power you can exert in your current state of being neither human nor ghost!"

Ye Fan frowned:

"Stubborn!"

Ye Fan hooked his finger.

The mother talisman in Han Hai's hand "whooshed" out of Han Hai's control and floated to Ye Fan's side.

Han Hai was dumbfounded:
“This…this…”

Ye Fan held two mother talismans and said:
“This is the mother talisman I made, you can’t completely control it.

You are far behind your junior brother Ye Fan."

This sentence completely angered Han Hai. He pointed at Ye Fan and yelled:

"Stop talking to me about this useless stuff!

It's because you're biased, you old lunatic!
I used to be a white-collar worker in a large company, with a monthly salary of more than 20,000 yuan!

In order to practice with you, I will wander with you and serve you like a dog!

My wife ran away, my children don’t recognize me, and my parents thought I was crazy!

But what about you? !
I worked so hard for you, but what happened?
You didn't even teach me how to make the Mother Talisman!"

Ye Fan looked at Han Hai with regret:

“You don’t have enough mental strength, and refining the Mother Talisman will ruin your future.

Originally, the Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique and the Mother Talisman were both yours.

You are just too anxious."

As soon as the words fell, more than a hundred talismans shot towards Han Hai from Ye Fan's side.

Han Hai was so frightened that he covered his head and ran away, using other talismans on his body to resist from time to time.

Soon, Han Hai was covered in wounds, his clothes were torn, and he fell to the ground, gasping for breath, in a state of utter disgrace. Ye Fan walked slowly to Han Hai, looking down at him, and said in a low voice:

"Han Hai, our relationship as master and disciple has ended. It's time for us to end it."

Han Hai swallowed the saliva stuck in his throat, his eyes full of panic.

He shook his head repeatedly:
"Master, Master, I was wrong, please forgive me this time!
Disciple will welcome Master back to the sect to take charge of the overall situation!"

Ye Fan's eyes were full of indifference, and several talismans floated around him again.

Just when Han Hai was in despair, a voice came:
"Fortunately, we made it in time!"

Han Hai and Ye Fan looked over there together.

A young man in Tang suit holding an oil-paper umbrella and sitting on the shoulders of the eight-foot-tall bride was seen looking at the two of them with a look of relief on his face.

Ye Fan's face was solemn, with two mother talismans surrounding him, and talismans floated out one after another.

This was not the first time Mo Yulin had seen the evil Qilin.

However, every time the eight-foot bride beside the evil Qilin appears, she becomes more domineering.

Also, at this moment, the evil Qilin's mental power was fluctuating strangely.

In Mo Yulin's eyes, he himself has become a master.

Facing this powerful enemy, Mo Yulin had to treat him wholeheartedly.

Han Hai saw his savior and shouted in surprise:

"Evil Master! Help me!"

The evil unicorn glanced at Han Hai and said with a smile:

"Okay, okay, my lady will help him get rid of it."

The Eight-Foot Bride put the Evil Qilin down from her shoulder, let out a sharp scream, and floated towards Han Hai.

"what!!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream came from Han Hai who was not far away.

One of the Eight-Foot Bride's claws pierced Han Hai's abdomen.

Han Hai said in fear:
"Xie Shao, what do you mean by this!"

The Eight-Foot Bride roared, pulled Han Hai's soul out of his body, and put it into her mouth to devour it.

The exhausted Fu Zong disciples looked at this scene in disbelief.

Isn’t Xie Shao an ally of the Sect Master?

This... How could this happen?!

After the Eight-foot Bride killed Han Hai, her bloodthirsty gaze turned to the Fu Sect disciples.

A new round of killing began.

The evil Qilin ignored everyone else and kept his eyes on Ye Fan.

No, it should not be said that it was Ye Fan. It should be said that it was Mo Yulin who saw through Ye Fan and was staring at Ye Fan's body.

These poor Fu Zong disciples don’t know that they are all pawns of the Evil Qilin.

A group of evil unicorns are used as chess pieces to target Ye Fan, or to be more precise, as chess pieces to deal with Mo Yulin.

From the first time he came into contact with Ye Fan, the evil Qilin suspected that there was a powerful spirit in Ye Fan's body.

As his cultivation level continued to improve and his understanding of spiritual power became deeper, the Evil Qilin confirmed that there must be a soul body in Ye Fan's body.

After eating that soul body, whether it is eaten by yourself or the Eight-foot Bride, the mental strength will be greatly enhanced.

The Evil Qilin’s current combat power does not fear Ye Fan, the difficulty lies in how to leave Ye Fan alone.

Therefore, the evil Qilin took advantage of Han Hai's desire to get back the "Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique" and lured Han Hai to Taoer Mountain.

The evil Qilin calculated that according to Ye Fan's traditional chivalrous character, Ye Fan would definitely clean up the sect alone.

The role of Han Hai and the dozen or so Fu Zong disciples was to delay time so that the Evil Qilin would have time to come here after escaping from the pursuit of the demon clan.

Of course, Xie Qilin also thought about the consequences if he made a mistake in his calculations.

After thinking about it, the consequence would be nothing more than the death of a few more Fu Sect disciples, and he would not suffer any loss.

Fortunately, things developed as expected.

In fact, the most difficult thing to do is whether the Evil Qilin dares to take risks and lead a group of weak fighters to fight against the monsters.

The evil unicorn opened his oil-paper umbrella and said respectfully:
“Qilin originally planned to kill the old gentleman.

However, Qilin really wants martial arts to flourish, and is quite interested in the old man's "Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique".

Old sir, please come in by yourself, so as not to hurt your good disciple."

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ps: Ahhh, I have a fever every day, I’m not allowed to drink or smoke, I want to die.

When I get better, I will definitely update!

(End of this chapter)