The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation Chapter 2745: You don’t have to hit it

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The middle-aged monk is very powerful, but Chen Fan can feel that he can defeat the opponent.

So in this situation, he doesn't need to take a shot directly. Chen Fan always feels that this place is very weird. It's better to try to see if he can get any useful information from the other party.

"I have a lot of things from before, is it possible that you still want them?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk beamed his eyes and made no secret of his greed. He nodded and said, "That's nature. All the treasures under the earth should belong to me. If you don't have a blessing, you still accept your fate Good!"

Chen Fan nodded slightly and said quietly: "You want the treasure on my body, I can give it to you, but you have to answer a few questions first."

"Why are you so long-winded, you have to ask quickly, otherwise I will not kill you!"

The middle-aged monk became a little impatient, and hurriedly urged Chen Fan. As expected, he was greedy and could not tolerate any thoughts.

Chen Fan thought for a while, and finally spoke when the middle-aged monk was about to explode.

"Why is the world upside down here, and when did you appear here? Who told you to wait for me here?"

After asking three questions in a row, Chen Fan didn't say a word, and stared at the other person.

I saw that the middle-aged monk had a trivial expression, but after opening his mouth, he suddenly realized that he didn't know how to answer.

"I...you...oh strange, what are you trying to say?"

Seeing this situation, Chen Fan can basically conclude that, apart from the greed in his heart, maybe the person in front of him has no memory or emotion in him.

In a way, he is just a puppet, a memory, a wisp of incarnation, even... something created out of thin air.

None can be counted as a person.

When I meet Chen Fan today, the middle-aged monk will come to block the way and rob, and maybe he will do the same when I meet another person.

It's as if some kind of heaven and earth rules guide it to be so general.

After figuring out this truth, Chen Fan seemed to be able to see an imperceptible sorrow in the middle-aged monk’s eyes.

Perhaps, he doesn't want this either, but he can't control at all, he can only act according to the rules.

Lose free will.

This kind of thing feels scary even if I think about it.

If you think about it in another way, Chen Fan is the middle-aged monk. He is constrained to be unable to act according to his free will, and must accept his destiny step by step, or the force of rules.

This feeling is really chilling.

Perhaps this is the most fundamental reason why Chen Fan has resisted fate throughout his life and is unwilling to be influenced by it.

Chen Fan suddenly wanted to help a group of people in front of him. After all, this might be regarded as a salvation for himself.

I just listened to Chen Fan taking down his storage bag plainly, just holding it in his hand, and then looking at the middle-aged monk from a distance, his voice was flat and calm, as if faintly carrying a kind of power A reassuring tone.

"My storage bag is here, there are many treasures you want in it."

"But you ask yourself, do you really want these things, do you want them, or is it a rule that restricts you, must you?"

Originally, the middle-aged monk had walked forward uncontrollably for several steps, and his eyes were full of greed and looked at Chen Fan's storage bag.

But after hearing this, he suddenly stopped.

A flash of confusion suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The color of struggling began to spread, and Chen Fan could see that the middle-aged cultivator was struggling to fight with the force of a certain rule.

"Today I can give you the storage bag, but in the future, you will still repeat the same life here, accepting the arrangements of fate, and perish forever and never wake up."

"In this way, what is the difference from death, you ask yourself, do you really want to accept this kind of life, do you want to accept such an arrangement?"

Chen Fan's words continued to deepen, and every time he said a word, the struggle on the face of the middle-aged monk increased.

In the end, he began to emit blue smoke, and the water boiled over him, and he burst into earth-shattering howls.

"Ah--"

"I don't want it, this is not me, this is not me!!!"

With a long sigh, Chen Fan kept approaching the middle-aged monk. As he walked, he opened his mouth, telling the verses that he has always cited as his motto.