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Chapter 1238 Yuanfang was brushed off

Because someone blocked the entrance of the cave, it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

Ye Fan could only open his golden eyes.

Qin Peck entered the entrance of the cave very quickly, and his position was also very forward.

When Ye Fan fixed his gaze on him, Qin Peck frowned, but a strange consciousness also locked on Ye Fan.

Ok?
What does it mean?
In this way, return it to the other body?

It stands to reason that it is very impolite to stare at others with divine sense.

But Ye Fan doesn't care about that much.

Just stare, keep staring.

Qin Peck stared at him with hairs all over his body.

Think about the feeling that your every move is being watched.

It can be described as painful.

"Ye Fan, why are you so busy?"

Qin Peck roared angrily.

Everyone around was stunned.

what happened?
Ye Fan is eight poles away from him.

What can be done to him?
Everyone looked back at Ye Fan one after another, and he spread his hands innocently.

"I don't understand why he called me, maybe he was sick."

When everyone sent word to the front, their gazes at Qin Peck also became strange.

It is true.

Suddenly yelling, and talking to someone who has nothing to do with it.

Could it be that he was nervous because he was afraid that Weapon Tomb would not recognize him?
Probably.

Qin pecked and gritted his teeth angrily.

He could monitor Ye Fan's surveillance of him, but he couldn't break it.

That's why it's so passive.

And the people around him didn't even know what spiritual consciousness was, so naturally they didn't understand his actions.

He had to bear this grievance by himself.

Fortunately, the people in front of them all failed in their trials, and the opportunity came to Qin Peck.

He took a deep breath and silently walked towards the formation ahead.

This formation will randomly flash light. Once the light ends and there are no weapons flying around, it means that the test has failed, and then it will be sent outside by the formation.

And the moment Qin Peck stood still.

The entire weapon mound actually let out a loud cry, and all the weapons were ready to move, as if they couldn't help but want to shoot over.

"Why is there such a big reaction from the Weapon Tomb?"

"Could it be that he is the predestined person in the legend?"

"No, we can't let him succeed, we have to stop him."

"How to stop? Didn't you see the attitude of the Blood Sword Sect towards him just now? I can't afford it."

"Hmph, the weapons that fly and shoot can still do it!"

The people behind squinted their eyes and stared at the weapons around them.

next moment.

"Whoosh" sound.

A giant sword flew over.

However, the other disciples had quick hands and quick eyes, and thought about knocking him to the ground.

He showed a smug look.

"Look, I'll tell you it works."

"Haha, that's great! As long as he leaves, the chances of us becoming destined people will increase."

But what they think is too simple.

Next scene.

What they faced were countless weapons approaching at high speed.

Knives, guns, sticks, axes, hooks and forks are all available.

Not to mention knocked down, you can't even count them.

Qin Peck sneered coldly: "I am the proud son of the sky, the best among men, and my chance is greater than the sky. How can you cut it off? It's a joke."

The voice just fell.

The weapons came through the air and poured into the light one after another.

His Weng's voice was full of joy, as if he had been looking for Qin Peck for a long time.

He is the person approved by Weapon Tomb.

"Which sect is he from? Why is the fate so great?"

"He's a loose cultivator, he seems to be called Qin Peck."

"It's too strong. It's been a hundred years. I've never seen such excitement in the Weapon Tomb."

Qin Peck smiled slightly, chose a weapon he liked and entered the second level.

The other weapons were a little disappointed, and flew back to the original place again.

"Success?"

Ye Fan was a little angry.

This kid is really lucky.

Let him pretend again.

"The ones in front, hurry up. I think you are like old men leaning on crutches - one step at a time, I have never seen you so slow." Ye Fan kept urging, making many people in front anxious.

Qin pecks away.

A few more people passed by.

Hou Qun stood on the formation again.

Once again attracted the attention of many people.

The last predestined person was a casual cultivator, but this time the casual cultivator doesn't know what will happen.

The light flows.

Weng Ming's voice came again.

"what?"

Everyone was horrified.

Although some of them could not see the picture, they could hear the sound.

Apparently there was another predestined person.

what is it today?
Are predestined people so worthless?
"A casual cultivator again?"

"That's right, this casual cultivator class is too good."

"Damn, it's so bad that I want to become a casual cultivator."

Hou Qun showed a smug smile and disappeared in front of everyone.

Then came Yuanfang.

Ye Fanton was bored.

Don't think about it, he will definitely pass.

But he was surprised.

When Yuan Fang stood in the formation, he was completely silent.

The whole place was silent.

Ye Fan was startled, then burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, thank you for being taught by the West, you are so weak."

"Such a small weapon mound cannot pass."

Yuan Fang said in a clear voice without arrogance or impetuosity.

"Benefactor Ye, the Weapon Tomb pays attention to fate, and the poor monk just has no fate for it."

Ye Fan pouted.

"Stop fooling yourself here."

"Qin Peck and Hou Qun can go in, why can't you?"

"Believe it or not? Yue'er and I will be able to enter in a while. It seems that the Western religion is not very popular."

"It's true, you have always been hypocritical, and it's normal to be unpopular."

"Benefactor Ye, please don't insult the poor monk's faith, okay?"

"Uh... how about pulling hard with me?"

Ye Fan was full of disdain: "I just insulted, what's wrong?"

"you……"

Not finished yet.

Yuan Fang was teleported out by the formation, like a bereaved dog.

"It's really deserved! I'm in a good mood." Ye Fan said lightly.

Yue'er was full of curiosity: "Ye Fan, you seem to have a lot of hostility towards Yuan Fang."

"It's not hostility, but looking down on it from the bottom of my heart."

Ye Fan said indifferently: "Taoists in troubled times go down to save the world, and monks in prosperous times open their doors to collect money."

"Have you heard this sentence? This is not a myth."

"There was a donation event in Jiangcheng a while ago. At that time, our company, as the medium of the links above and below, had a list of donations from all institutions and companies in Jiangcheng."

"If I remember correctly, the five Taoist temples in Jiangcheng, and those who are poor enough to urinate blood, all contributed their own efforts."

"But none of the seven temples donated. I said, if you don't have money, you can do something. Not a single person came to chant scriptures. Are you angry?"

Yue'er nodded silently, but still spoke.

"Donation can't represent whether to do good, right? This is just one of the ways."

Ye Fan continued: "That's because you didn't see their financial statements. As far as I know, the annual income of Taoist temples is negligible, while the temples are full."

"Comparing the two, there is a difference of cloud and mud. Faced with such a big gap, the Taoist temple still contributes, which is very explainable."

(End of this chapter)