Just as Ye Fan was about to leave the room, he turned around and heard an extremely cold voice from behind him.

"who?"

Suddenly, Ye Fan became alert. The voice sounded very familiar. He turned his head sharply and looked behind him.

In an instant, his pupils widened and he seemed a little surprised. "It's...it's you! How could you be here?"

Ye Fan felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He looked in disbelief at Chu He who suddenly appeared on the chair. He stepped back, tightly gripping the object in his hand.

He didn't know why Chu He suddenly appeared here.

He knew clearly that he must have heard everything he said.

Damn, when did he come? I didn't even notice.

A trace of cold sweat slid down Ye Fan's forehead, and his eyes were fixed on the calm and composed Chu He. Although the other party did not say anything, just the look in his eyes gave Ye Fan a strong sense of oppression.

Killing intent...

How could Ye Fan not see the murderous intent in Chu He's eyes? He wanted to kill him.

"Are you surprised or surprised?"

Chu He smiled faintly, his eyes gradually becoming cold.

When Ye Fan left, Chu He caught up with him not long after, found this temple, and saw and heard what Ye Fan did.

I didn't expect this person wanted to kill me so much.

Ye Fan looked at Chu He and slowly backed away towards the door.

But Chu He just watched silently the whole time, as if he was a guest, which made Ye Fan feel scared.

run!

Sensing something was wrong, the moment he approached the door, Ye Fan pushed it open and walked out, mobilizing his true Qi to continuously run outside at an extremely fast speed.

"Want to run? Not that easy!" Chu He sneered and raised his hand slowly.

In an instant, Ye Fan, who had just walked out of the door, fell to his knees on the ground, pinned to the ground by some mysterious force and unable to move.

“Ahem…”

Ye Fan fell to the ground with his face covered in dust. He wanted to get up, but he found that there was a force of tens of millions of pounds pressing down on him. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't stand up.

"How could you possibly..."

Ye Fan looked at Chu He who walked out of the door, his heart was shocked, his expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

"What did you do to me?!" Ye Fan roared.

"It's just a little trick." Chu He chuckled and looked at Ye Fan who was like a toad.

Even at this time, I still don’t want to let go of what I’m holding.

Ye Fan kept thinking, this kid is really at the Heavenly Rank, maybe even in the middle or late stage.

We can't wait any longer.

Ye Fan looked at the wooden box in his hand, opened it with difficulty, and took out the pills inside.

"I will definitely kill you!"

Ye Fan stared at Chu He viciously, his face ferocious and he no longer hesitated, directly stuffing the pill into...

Phew!

As soon as the pill touched his lips, Chu He smiled and raised his hand to cut out a stream of spiritual energy, directly cutting off the opponent's arm at the root.

"ah--"

The arm holding the pill fell to the ground with a thud, blood spurted out from the wound, and the pill rolled to the side.

"My hand..."

Ye Fan's face turned pale from the pain and he hugged his arms. He kept twisting on the ground like a maggot in a toilet, and cold sweat broke out on his face from the pain.

"You fucking..."

Ye Fan cursed at Chu He. He never thought that Chu He's speed would be so fast.

The pill is almost in her mouth.

Chu He sucked up the pill on the ground, held it in his hand and observed it carefully, then looked at Ye Fan, who was like a dead dog, with a playful smile.

"Tsk tsk, you're so young and already thinking about taking drugs..."