It is not surprising that the flying sword has a special landing point. If you haven't encountered it at the landing point, you naturally don't know that he can control the sword. After collecting the sword, he put the flying sword in his arms. If you haven't touched it, you will definitely not find it.

What's more, monks generally do not live in such apartment buildings. The population is too dense. Zhang Yun must have thought that he was also an ordinary person, and he was a thin ordinary person.

The cursing person upstairs ran down, and Ye Zhe also understood why Zhang Yun asked him to leave quickly. He was a strong man of about 1.9 meters. His arm was as thick as Ye Zhe's thighs and such a big fist. If Ye Zhe was an ordinary person, he would have to break his bones if he punched him.

"Okay, you Zhang Yun, you ignore me and then look for such a slutty face!? Today I will let you know..." While cursing, the strong man's fist hit Ye Zhe's face.

"No!" Zhang Yun closed her eyes and pushed her fist hard, not thinking about whether her small body would fly away when she was wiped. She just instinctively didn't want her to affect innocent people.

At this moment, Zhang Yun felt extremely wronged. She didn't bother to attack anyone. She just provoked such a barbaric person because of this face. Why? Why? It's better to scratch her face.

The strong man's cursing voice stopped abruptly, and Zhang Yun didn't feel his fist rubbing against her. She opened her eyes in confusion and was surprised to see Ye Zhe's not strong arm, which pressed against the strong man's big fist, and did not move at all.

Ye Zhe was also surprised: "Zhang Yun, isn't this your husband?" At first he thought domestic violence, but from the strong man's meaning, they were not a husband-wife relationship.

The word "husband" made Zhang Yun blush in an instant, and she waved her hand quickly: "No, no, no, I have nothing to do with him, I just saw him at work."

Ye Zhe's eyes widened, but he just saw him at work and chased him home. He even took Zhang Yun as a private property, and even wanted to beat the person who talked to her. Is this crazy? Is this still a society ruled by law?

The strong man looked at his fist as if it was being held against the iron pliers in disbelief. After using a few force, he did not move at all. Looking at Ye Zhe's not strong but even figure, the strong man slowly realized a terrible fact and his face turned pale: "You...you...are you a monk?"

Ye Zhe pressed the strong man's wrist with his backhand. The strong man immediately felt the irresistible force, which made him lean forward. Ye Zhe raised his hand and slapped the strong man hard on the face, slapped him on the wall.

As a monk, Ye Zhe was just the first level of foundation building that he had just started, but he was able to fly with his sword and soar in the world. He was completely different from ordinary people who had no cultivation.

When flying with swords, you have to endure overload speed. If Ye Zhe's body is still as fragile as an ordinary person, he will have to make himself faint with an acceleration. So don't be too tall and thin, his body strength and strength are much stronger than ordinary people.

Ye Zhe's slap not only slapped the strong man in the face, but also slapped Zhang Yun in the heart, which made her heart beat: So awesome, is this a monk?

The strong man who was so entangled that she wanted to disfigure herself was so dizzy that she couldn't stand up like a dog when Ye Zhe slapped her. Is this the power of a monk?

The strong man was slapped so much that he seemed to have a water and land dojo in his head. There was a ding-dong sound, and finally recovered, but he felt a chill that made him feel creepy and touched his neck.

When I opened my eyes, a flying sword as big as a palm wandered around his neck and head. From time to time, the sword light could not be sucked. Outside the sword light, the hair broke one after another. In a short while, the strong man's head was cut into pieces, like a dog gnawed.

Ye Zhe said lightly: "Am I a monk or a sword cultivator with the worst temper? What did you scold me just now? A little white-faced? Your offense made me very angry. I decided to cut off something from you as compensation."

The strong man was so scared that he almost urinated. He didn't care about dizziness. He turned over and knelt down and begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I have no eyes. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry, please spare my life, I'm lucky."

Among so many professions of monks, the brave and fierce sword cultivator gives people the impression that he has the worst temper. Alchemists save lives and help the wounded, weapon refiners invent and create, spiritual planters expand seeds and increase their yields, and what about sword cultivators? Fight and fight and storm.

A sword cultivator who is famous for fighting and fighting swords has a far more intimidating effect on ordinary people than other professions. He can easily scare people to pee, feeling the chill of wandering against the skin. The strong man is very afraid that it will penetrate the body at any time, or cut off a part on his body.

The strong man kneeling and begging for mercy to feel the chill and began to swim to a certain part below. He immediately relaxed his sphincter and he really urinated.

"I fork." When the smell soared into the sky, Ye Zhe blurted out, and with his backhand, his spiritual power wrapped around the strong man, and he rushed out of the liquid before it dripped, and threw it out directly from the stairwell on the third floor.

If he really wants to pee in the stairwell, how could he lose people?

The strong man screamed and was thrown out, thinking that he would have to be seriously injured even if he landed at such a high place. Unexpectedly, he fell to the ground and ate the shit, but he was not injured. He didn't have time to think too much, and he crawled and rolled up and ran away without a trace.

Looking upstairs at the other party's back as he left in the desert, Zhang Yun felt as relaxed as if she was walking away from her heart. She bowed deeply to Ye Zhe with her hands and said sincerely: "Thank you."

Ye Zhe heard all kinds of emotions in the three simple pronunciation.

Shaking his head, Ye Zhe asked, "What's the situation? Why did he hit you?" When he looked at the palm prints on Zhang Yun's face, it became more obvious after the precipitation of time.

Ye Zhe put his hands into a sword, gestured a few times in the air, and formed a talisman seal out of thin air, pressing Zhang Yun's face.

Zhang Yun only felt a chill spread from her face, and immediately she couldn't feel the hot and tight feeling. She took out the mirror she carried with her and saw that her palm prints disappeared halfway.

This magical effect made Zhang Yun dumbfounded and couldn't help but sigh: "I have heard of monks having too many magical means before, but I haven't experienced it myself. I didn't expect it to be so magical. If I had this ability, I wouldn't be afraid of having dark circles when I sleep too late."

"There are even more magical things, revitalizing skin and regenerating broken limbs. Unfortunately, I am not a talisman, I only know these few tricks." Ye Zhe said with a smile, almost bursting out laughing. A talisman that she actually thought of removing dark circles from her eyes?

Almost all monks will learn tricks such as stasis removal talismans and bleeding. After all, don’t have too many touches when practicing. You can’t run to the clinic every day. Learn a few tricks to defend yourself and save yourself, just as common people learn to use gauze.

"Thank you for saving me. I have been pestered by him many times. This time I came to the door. If I hadn't met you, I'd probably have to move away." Zhang Yun bowed again and thanked him sincerely.

"What's your relationship with him? Why are you pestering you? I thought it was your husband." Ye Zhe couldn't figure it out.

Even if he is given ten days and ten nights, he may not be able to figure out why an ordinary person has the courage to pester and occupy others. Oh my God, this is a world of monks, and there are law enforcement officers. Aren’t you afraid that Zhang Yun will call the police?

Zhang Yun blushed and waved her hands quickly: "No, no, no, he is not my husband. I am not married yet. I just met him several times at work."

"Not married? No, you told me last time that you are married." Ye Zhe said in surprise.

Zhang Yun looked at Ye Zhe with embarrassment and bowed again.

Ye Zhe now understood that he was cheated last time. An unmarried girl living alone claimed that getting married was a way of self-protection. She probably was afraid of being harassed, especially the harassment of neighbors. Because of entanglement, most of them could only move to end up with girls.

"It should be." Ye Zhe said with understanding: "A woman should be careful when she is outside."

"Oh." Zhang Yun sighed: "It's useless to be careful. If you meet someone who is messing around, you can't do anything. I want to ask him where he likes me, and I've changed it."

"Haha, you're so interesting, why don't you call the police?" Ye Zhe asked with a smile.

"I called the police. As soon as the law enforcement officer came, he stood far away and did not act threatening. Moreover, he didn't touch me, but beat those who came into contact with me. The beaten people called the police and arrested him. After a few days, they were released. They couldn't sit for a long time when they fought each other. How good would it be if you could break his leg just now?" Zhang Yun sighed.

Ye Zhe was very eye-opening. He knew that he was unreasonable and had so many tricks? But breaking his legs was not enough: "The crime of a monk injuring an ordinary person is more than the first level, unless he is in the wild, I will put him in a sack."

"No matter what, thank you very much." Zhang Yun bowed.

Ye Zhe quickly waved his hand: "You are too polite. You don't have to bow down to your face for a small matter."

Zhang Yun showed a embarrassed expression: "I'm used to it, sorry, others say the same thing, talking to me is like a funeral, I'm sorry."

A few black lines appeared on Ye Zhe's forehead. Is this the one he was out?

Good people do it to the end, and finally sent it to the West. Ye Zhe said: "If he comes to pester you again, call me at any time and I will help you drive him away. But I am often not at home. If I want him not to have time to pester you and send a message to this number, they will receive the kind of uncomfortable commission."
Chapter completed!