The old monk looked at Xiao Chen's reaction and smiled.

"It seems that the donor knows who the old monk is."

"Ghost Buddha, Zhao Tathagata!"

Xiao Chen took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and tried to calm himself down.

"The name of Ghost Buddha is like thunder piercing my ears."

"Ah."

Hearing Xiao Chen's words, admiration flashed in the old monk's eyes. After recognizing him, there were not many young people who could calm down so quickly!

"Donor, since you know the old monk, you should know why the old monk is here."

The old monk turned the fine steel ball and asked slowly.

"Know."

Xiao Chen nodded, what was supposed to come finally came!

However, he did not expect that the first one to appear would be the ghost Buddha Zhao Tathagata.

In his opinion, in the early stage, some unknown little people will come to snatch the Xuanyuan knife, while big people like Ghost Buddha Zhao Rulai should appear at the end.

Now it seems that he was wrong.

"The old monk has a close connection with Emperor Xuanyuan's inheritance, so I would like to borrow the Xuanyuan Sword. Is it possible for the donor to do so?"

The old monk looked at Xiao Chen and said.

"Ghost Buddha, how long do you plan to borrow it for?"

Xiao Chen thought for a while and asked.

"How about a ten-year period? If within ten years, I cannot understand the Xuanyuan Sword, I should return it to the benefactor."

The old monk said slowly.

"Ten years? Ha."

Hearing Ghost Buddha's words, Xiao Chen sneered.

“Why is the donor smiling?”

the old monk asked.

"I laugh at you, old monk, for your hypocrisy."

Xiao Chen said with a smile.

"If you seize the sword, take the sword. What do you mean by borrowing the sword? Aren't you Liu Bei who borrowed Jingzhou's sword? You borrowed it but never returned it?"

"Donor, the old monk is serious."

The old monk shook his head.

"Okay, whether you are serious or not, I won't borrow the knife."

Xiao Chen is also willing to fight. What the hell is Buddha Zhao Tulai? At worst, just fight!

However, he was a little worried about Ye Ziyi.

Hearing Xiao Chen's words, the old monk frowned slightly, and the beads made of fine steel in his hands rotated faster, making a crisp sound.

Ye Ziyi noticed the old monk's movements and was startled. He took a step forward and said, "Ye Ziyi, please pay homage to the master."

"Ye family?"

The old monk glanced at Ye Ziyi, and the beads in his hand slowed down again.

"It turns out she is a girl from the Ye family."

"Master, my grandfather often talks about you to me."

Ye Ziyi said respectfully.

"Um."

The old monk nodded and looked at Xiao Chen again, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Old monk heard that people from the Ye family are here too. Are they also here for the Xuanyuan Sword?"

"This is."

Ye Ziyi hesitated and nodded.

"Master, Xiao Chen is my...boyfriend."

"Boy friend?"

The old monk was startled, and an unknown light flashed in his eyes.

"Yes."

Ye Ziyi nodded.

"Girl from the Ye family, the old monk only wants the Xuanyuan knife, and it won't hurt his life."

The old monk said to Ye Ziyi.

Hearing the old monk's words, Ye Ziyi's face changed slightly.

She knew very well that Xiao Chen would definitely not give the Xuanyuan Sword to Zhao Rulai.

Even if it’s fake, it won’t!

But the situation in front of us is almost unsolvable!

The masters of the Ye family are not here, who can stop the ghost Buddha!

Even if the Ye family's two Huajin masters are present, they have no chance of winning against Ghost Buddha. At most, they can only entangle him for a short time!

In the entire Ye family, except his grandfather, there is no one else who can fight against the ghost Buddha!

Furthermore, she just named herself because she wanted Ghost Buddha to give him face.

After all, her grandfather had said before that he still had some friendship with the ghost Buddha.

Now it seems that before this precious treasure is the Xuanyuan Sword, that little friendship is of no use.

After changing his thoughts one by one, Ye Ziyi winked at Xiao Chen, signaling him to find an opportunity to leave quickly.

Xiao Chen noticed Ye Ziyi's eyes and smiled bitterly in his heart. How could it be so easy to leave in front of the ghost Buddha?

"Donor, where is the Xuanyuan Sword?"

The old monk looked at Xiao Chen again and asked slowly.

"I won't carry the Xuanyuan knife with me."

Xiao Chen curled his lips, but his thoughts were racing in his mind, what should he do?

"Donor, you should understand the situation you are facing! As far as you are concerned, the Xuanyuan Sword is not a precious sword, but a magic sword that will kill you! As the saying goes, ordinary people are not guilty of harboring a sword, but you are not strong enough to hold it.

This knife!"

The old monk looked at Xiao Chen and said in a deep voice.

"If you hand the Xuanyuan Knife to the old monk, you can escape from the center of the whirlpool and save your life, okay? Furthermore, the old monk said that within ten years, he will return the knife to you!"

After hearing the old monk's words, Xiao Chen's impression of him became slightly better.

At least, this one dares to say that he is here to stand up to Lei, unlike the Ye family, who wants Dao but Lei doesn’t want to stand up, how can such a good thing happen!

"Old monk, I'll give you a minute to think about it!"

The old monk half-closed his eyes and turned the beads in his hand.

"I don't want to kill anyone if it's not necessary!"

Xiao Chen's eyelids twitched. Zhao Rulai, the ghost Buddha, has never been a merciful person in the world!

It is precisely because he is cruel and ruthless that he has such a nickname.

Buddha is compassionate, but ghosts are cruel!

Some people say that he is a Shura who coexists with Buddha, half Buddha nature and half demon nature!

At this time, Tian Kun and others also noticed the situation here.

"Where did the old monk come from? Isn't he asking for alms?"

A master next to him said.

"I don't know, I guess so."

The other master nodded.

"It's him!"

Tian Kun stared at the old monk, his expression changed, and his voice trembled.

"who?"
To be continued...