Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Seeing Mao Shanming's appearance as an outsider, several merchants were directly bluffed.

Without further ado, they took out bank notes from their pockets and handed them to Mao Shanming with grateful smiles.

"Daoist, be careful, please don't refuse."

"Yes, Daoist, a little gift is not a respect."

Mao Shanming pretended to decline a few times, however, he pretended to be a reluctant servant, and then left.

Chapter 242 Cute ghost, catch it and beat it up!

Running into the forest, Mao Shanming released Dabao, and said with a cheap smile: "Haha, I made a lot of money again, these people are too easy to deceive!"

"No way, they are all a group of cowards!" Dabao boasted.

Mao Shanming was happily counting the money, and Dabao was drooling watching from the side. Mao Shanming made money, so he would buy chicken legs and new clothes for them.

Just thinking about it makes Dabao feel extremely happy.

In another abandoned house, Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, circulating Qi and blood to temper his heart.

"Woooo!"

"Hoohoo!"

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind, and the doors and windows were constantly flapped, shaking and creaking.

Ye Fan felt the Yin Qi coming from outside, restrained his Qi and blood, and opened his eyes suddenly.

He knew that there were mountain elves, wild monsters, or ghosts.

"Huh! Why isn't this big brother panicking at all?" Xiaobao was a little depressed, thought for a while, and then took another breath.

"Hoohoo!"

The wind was strong, the leaves rustled, the door blew open, and kept beating the walls.

Ye Fan sat on the spot, motionless, as if his buttocks had taken root on the ground.

"I'll go, why is he so courageous? Could it be that he fell asleep?" Xiaobao fell into self-denial for a while, and had no choice but to magnify his moves.

As a result, Little Treasure flew up, with a faint green light all over his body, his face was pale, and two lines of bloodstains flowed from his eyes.

"I died so miserably! Give me my life!"

As expected of being mixed with Mao Shanming, what he said was no different from Dabao.

"Shh!"

Little Treasure stretched out his hands and flew over.

No, Ye Fan, who was still thirty or forty meters away from Ye Fan, suddenly opened his eyes!

Two flashes of lightning flashed out, and Xiaobao trembled when he saw the two flashes of lightning, and he dared not go forward.

"Can he see me?" Xiao Bao frowned, rubbed the back of his head and whispered.

"It doesn't make sense. I'm a ghost, and he's a human. How could he see me?" Little Treasure felt a little unwilling, and tried to fly a few meters forward.

Xiaobao found that Ye Fan's eyes seemed to be following him all the time, so Xiaobao panicked.

"Can he really see me? Why does he look at me like I'm falling into an ice cellar?"

"No, no, I'm the ghost. Why should I be afraid of people? Can I still be scared to death by people?"

Xiaobao talked to himself, completely falling into self-doubt and self-denial.

"Shh!"

Xiaobao flew forward again, when he was less than ten meters away from Ye Fan.

With a bang, a wave of rigid and yang energy enveloped him like a wave.

"Hiss! It's so hot! It's so uncomfortable!"

Xiaobao couldn't help but screamed and stood up, his whole body was burning with crackling flames, emitting green smoke continuously.

"A mere wandering spirit, dare to tease me!"

An indifferent voice sounded, and then Ye Fan stood up, and shot out like a sharp arrow, as fast as lightning, and punched out.

"Ah...it can't be done...the spirit body I want is about to be washed away...help me..."

Ye Fan locked on Xiaobao with his fist, and the violent qi and blood erupted like a determined mountain torrent, and Xiaobao's spiritual body was about to shatter under the impact, finally revealing his original shape.

Looking at Xiaobao whose spirit body was about to collapse, Ye Fan felt a little familiar.

There was a flash of light in his mind, he stopped his fist in time, his feet shook, his innate strength was transferred from his fist to his feet, and then shot along the ground to a distance of more than ten meters.

There was a bang, and a pothole exploded on the ground.

"Ah! Immortal!" Xiaobao was terrified and screamed.

Ye Fan restrained his energy and blood, walked slowly, grabbed Xiaobao, and lifted his collar.

"God, please spare me, don't kill me!" Xiao Bao hurriedly begged for mercy, frightened his spirit body unstable.

Chapter 243 Chicken legs are pleasing, tear off your tongue!