Chapter 106: Taoist Nun Xuanying

Ye Bufan's expression darkened; this Old Taoist was indeed a practitioner of evil arts.

While other people's treasured swords gleamed with silver light, his sword was filled with black Evil Qi.

Xuanhuo Old Taoist had originally intended to catch Ye Bufan off guard, hoping to kill him swiftly while he was in the reclining chair, then seize the legendary treasure.

However, to his surprise, Ye Bufan's body suddenly flew into the air, as if不受 Earth's gravity, causing his sword strike to miss.

Before he could retract his longsword, there was a sudden crack from his wrist.

Ye Bufan's large hand had, at some unknown point, broken his wrist in two, and the longsword was now in the other's hand.

"Ah…"

With his wrist bone broken, Xuanhuo Old Taoist screamed in agony.

Xuanying Taoist Nun's expression changed.

She knew that Ye Bufan must have some skill to defeat Xuanji Laodao and had originally intended to observe from the side, but she never expected Xuanhuo to be unable to withstand even a single move from him.

"Boy, stop right there!"

Xuanying Taoist Nun roared, raising her hand to strike at Ye Bufan's face.

She intended to use the strategy of besieging Wei to rescue Zhao to save Xuanhuo Old Taoist.

But Ye Bufan's speed was too fast.

Just as her palm struck out, the longsword had already pierced Xuanhuo Old Taoist's chest, and he was then kicked away.

"Ah…"

Xuanhuo Old Taoist let out a tragic cry, which then abruptly ceased.

His longsword, entwined with black Qi, was indeed extremely sinister; upon piercing a body, it immediately sucked the blood and flesh dry.

In the blink of an eye, the tall Xuanhuo had become a shriveled mummy.

Ye Bufan dealt with Xuanhuo Old Taoist in one move and then turned to meet Xuanying Taoist Nun with a palm strike.

Their palms clashed with a bang, and Ye Bufan immediately felt an extremely powerful cold Qi invading his Meridians through his palm.

Fortunately, his Chaotic True Qi was extremely potent, instantly transforming into scorching Yang Qi to dissipate the cold Qi.

As for Xuanying Taoist Nun, she felt a tremendous force strike her, and her entire body was sent flying backward six or seven meters before she managed to stabilize herself.

"You're not afraid of my Hanbing Palm; you're actually at the Xuan Grade Middle Stage!"

Xuanying Taoist Nun's expression changed drastically.

She had always been invincible with her Hanbing Palm, but today, both she and Xuanhuo attacking simultaneously couldn't withstand even one move from him.

At the same time, she misjudged Ye Bufan's cultivation, assuming that anyone who could defeat her must have reached the Xuan Grade Middle Stage.

Although she had anticipated he possessed some skill, she never expected him to be so powerful.

Ye Bufan offered no explanation, merely sneering, "How about it? Are you still going to try and snatch it?"

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"Boy, no one can be an enemy of my Qingyun Sect."

A sinister look flashed across Xuanying Taoist Nun's face.

Hundreds of years ago, when the Qingyun Sect was founded, it was also a righteous School.

But as it developed to this day, more and more Disciples within the School practiced evil Dao, and it had become a thoroughly evil School.

She reached into her waist and pulled out a small black gourd, opening the lid, and immediately a stream of black Qi surged out from within.

Ye Bufan frowned; this black Qi was an extremely dense Yin Evil Qi, its purity not at all inferior to the Yin Qi condensed in the Profound Yin Gathering Evil Array.

The black Qi sprayed out and immediately condensed into a massive black python, six or seven zhang in size, which lunged at Ye Bufan, baring its fangs and claws.

"Boy, go to hell!"

Xuanying Taoist Nun shrieked, her face contorted with malice.

In her opinion, even if Ye Bufan was at the Xuan Grade Middle Stage, he wouldn't be able to withstand her treasured gourd.

"Mere parlor tricks!"

Ye Bufan extended his right hand, and the Demon Refining Bottle appeared in his palm.

The Demon Refining Bottle was once an ancient Divine Artifact; how could Xuanying Taoist Nun's evil techniques possibly resist it?

The giant python had just lunged forward, baring its fangs and claws, when it was immediately enveloped by the invisible force from the Demon Refining Bottle, instantly transforming into a mass of black Qi and being sucked inside.

At the same time, the black gourd in her hand exploded into a ball of flames with a bang.

"This… what kind of treasure is this?"

Xuanying Taoist Nun stared at the Demon Refining Bottle in Ye Bufan's hand, a fervent glint of greed flashing in her eyes, realizing that this was the treasure Xuanji Laodao had coveted.

She shouted, "Boy, as long as you hand over this treasure, the grievances between our Qingyun Sect and you can be settled, and we can also give you a large sum of money."

Although Xuanji and Xuanhuo had died, in her eyes, two dead people were simply not as important as the treasure.

Ye Bufan said, "You're thinking too much.

I believe what you should be considering most right now is how to get back alive, not coveting the treasure in my hand."

The greed in Xuanying Taoist Nun's eyes receded, and only then did she realize her current predicament: the opponent's cultivation was much higher than her own.

She blustered, "Boy, I am a member of the Qingyun Sect! Do you dare to kill me?"

"Too much nonsense.

You'll find out if you try."

After Ye Bufan finished speaking, his figure transformed into a blur, and he unleashed a punch with the force of a thunderclap towards Xuanying Taoist Nun.

Xuanying hurriedly dodged to the side, but unfortunately, her movements were still a bit slow, and she was grazed by Ye Bufan's fist wind.

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it was only the fist wind, it still caused her to spit blood on the spot and be sent flying seven or eight meters away.

Xuanying Taoist Nun ignored the sharp pain in her chest, using the force of that punch to quickly retreat, desperately fleeing towards the outside of the villa.

Ye Bufan deeply understood the principle that if you don't kill a snake, it will bite back.

Such evil practitioners who casually kill and seize treasures must never be easily let go, otherwise, there would be endless trouble.

He followed closely, chasing in the direction Xuanying Taoist Nun had fled.

Xuanying Taoist Nun's cultivation was already inferior, and now that she was injured, her running speed was much slower.

Seeing Ye Bufan getting closer and closer behind her, in her desperation, she plunged into a nearby villa.

This villa was not far from Ye Bufan's Villa No. 1.

Although it couldn't compare to his in terms of area and Aura, it was definitely considered a luxurious mansion.

The surrounding walls were over two meters high, and inside was a four-story villa building.

Xuanying Taoist Nun's figure flickered, leaping over the high wall and entering, with Ye Bufan close behind.

His feet landed, but he lost sight of Xuanying, and then more than a dozen Black-Clothed Men rushed out from inside the villa.

These men held long knives and, seeing Ye Bufan, charged without a word.

No wonder the Taoist Nun ran here; it turned out she had accomplices.

Ye Bufan assumed these people were all arranged by Luo Wentao, so he naturally showed no mercy, using both fists and feet as he charged into the crowd of Black-Clothed Men.

Screams echoed, and in the blink of an eye, the Black-Clothed Men were all knocked to the ground.

He did not stop, rushing directly into the villa.

Just as he entered the door, a cold light flashed, and a dagger stabbed towards his chest.

"Still a master."

Ye Bufan immediately realized this was a Yellow Rank Middle Stage Martial Artist.

He dodged the incoming dagger and raised his hand to punch the opponent's chest.

The man immediately flew out like a broken sack, crashing against the wall behind him with a thud, and there was no further movement after he landed.

Ye Bufan went up the stairs, constantly being ambushed by enemies, but with his Divine Sense as a great Divine Artifact, ambushes had no effect on him.

After knocking down more than a dozen Black-Clothed Men, he reached the top floor of the building.

This was a spacious hall, and in the center of the hall was a chair, on which a beautiful girl was tied, with two Black-Clothed Men full of Killing Intent standing beside her.

One held a dagger against the girl's fair neck, and the other held a black handgun, pointing it at Ye Bufan.