Seeing Maitreya running further and further away, gradually out of the range of Shangjing City, Wang Ye began to slow down.
Don't chase too hard.
Now there aren't many people paying attention to this position, and if Maitreya is pushed into a hurry, the gain will outweigh the loss if he comes back and kills him.
It's a pity that he hasn't reached the Buddha realm yet, otherwise he could really consider taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill Maitreya here.
But acting still requires a complete performance.
Wang Ye took a deep breath and roared: "Bald Donkey, don't you dare to fight me openly?"
"Oh, you fool!"
Maitreya kept walking and chuckled, but his eyes flickered slightly. The perception of the one under the ground was still very strong. After all, he was not sure of his position now. If this grudge really dared to continue chasing, he would let Wang Ye do it. Know what it means to be angry from a bald donkey.
Do you really think that Maitreya is easy to bully?
Wang Ye seemed to become even angrier, his speed suddenly increased, and he aimed a knife at Maitreya's back.
Maitreya evaded close calls after close calls and continued to run away.
Soon!
Soon!
Run one more mile and kill this guy yourself!
Maitreya kept calculating the distance.
but...
Wang Ye's face instantly turned pale, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. He looked very weak, and stopped holding the Ghost Sword.
Seems like...an old injury coming back.
Maitreya frowned slightly, stopped, turned back to look at Wang Ye, and kept examining him.
Really seriously injured?
Still pretending.
If he is just pretending, then his strength may have been exposed...
Wang Ye looked at Maitreya with a bit of unwillingness and fierce eyes: "Bald Donkey, I'm like this, why don't you dare to come back and fight me?"
"Amitabha, the donor's temperament is too great."
"It's not good for your health."
"It's better to recover as soon as possible."
Maitreya was so compassionate that he didn't become angry because Wang Ye scolded him and chased him. He was still thinking about Wang Ye.
Wang Ye sneered: "Lingshan is indeed hypocritical."
After saying that, there was another mouthful of blood.
The body shook a bit.
it is true?
This guy...is really lucky.
It's a pity that there is no way to kill Wang Ye this time. Otherwise, destroying one of Tianzhu's arms would also be a profitable business for Maitreya.
"Why don't you leave?"
Wang Ye seemed to be aware of his own problem, frowned slightly, looked at Maitreya and asked.
Maitreya shook his head slightly: "The wasteland is full of dangers. I am afraid that the benefactor will be in trouble, so I will help you protect the law."
"Then why don't you come down and sit down?"
"I like flying."
...
Seeing Maitreya who had completely let go of himself and showed no shame at all, even Wang Ye felt helpless.
It's so helpless to meet this kind of guy.
Cautious and shameless...
It seems that he will continue to show off his acting skills. At this time, Wang Ye is really looking forward to Maitreya leaving.
He took a deep breath and simply sat cross-legged on the ground, meditating, and the energy continued to nourish his whole body.
Maitreya's eyes were uncertain.
If Wang Ye is really seriously injured, even with the strength of the Bodhisattva realm, he might not be able to kill him. It seems that there is still room for this deal.
And you can also try it out...
Maitreya was moved.
He closed his eyes slightly and felt the energy fluctuations around him. It should be... no one.
"This bald donkey won't really come."
Wang Ye, who was meditating, was also a little flustered at this time. He just wanted to scare this slut. If he was really murderous, he was in the wilderness.
For a moment, the atmosphere was a little solemn.
Wang Ye opened his eyes suddenly, looked at Maitreya and shouted: "Are you going to get down?"
"As I said, the poor monk likes to fly."
Maitreya shook his head decisively.
Wang Ye held on and stood up with a ghost knife, took out a porcelain bottle, which exuded a faint fragrance, with a tangled expression.
It was as if he was considering whether it was worth taking this elixir in order to continue chasing Maitreya.
Maitreya's expression changed slightly.
This porcelain vase looks familiar, like the style that Daomen has studied.
Does this guy have any backup plans?
If he showed his strength in the Bodhisattva realm, he would be able to kill him.
In an instant, Maitreya made up his mind: "In the direction of the coming day, the poor monk will leave first!"
As the words fell, Maitreya left decisively and disappeared from Wang Ye's sight in less than half a minute.
Wang Ye felt slightly relieved in his heart.
However, his expression did not change at all. He still held the porcelain bottle and looked very annoyed.
It was as if Maitreya was able to run because of his own hesitation.
Later, Wang Ye sat on the ground and recovered from the injuries in his body again, but the medicine bottle was still firmly in his hand.
"It was really an injury attack."
"Isn't it a matter of discovering my strength?"
Maitreya didn't know when he turned back and hid in the darkness, watching Wang Ye and muttering to himself.
He is very patient.
You don’t just take one look and leave, you stay for half an hour.
At this time, the fight on the Shangjing side was over, and the roar of the Precious Master Buddha before his death could be clearly heard from this position.
But Maitreya remained very calm.
It was as if the person who died was not from their side of Lingshan.
finally.
Maitreya shook his head, still not sure if this guy discovered his problem, but at least he was strong enough to kill Wang Ye without revealing his strength.
I won't waste any more time here.
Maitreya finally retreated.
Another ten minutes passed before Wang Ye quietly opened his eyes and smiled to himself.
Has this cautious old Yinbi finally left?
Why are you chasing him out?
Panic over loss or loss.
After acting for a long time, I made nothing.
But at least I once chased the old Yinbi from Lingshan for more than ten miles with a knife...
It seems worth it.
In other words, he is also the ruthless person who beat up Zhang Ziliang, stinked Li Changgeng to death, and chopped Maitreya with a knife?
When will I find an opportunity to mess with Lu Qing again?
Among the four great think tanks in the world, can I say without bragging...
I beat them all myself!
Come to think of it...it's quite cool!
Wang Ye silently put away the Ghost Sword, and the storm in Shangjing was almost over.
It's time for me to express my condolences to Zhang Ziliang, an old fox.
Thinking about it, Wang Ye felt a little disappointed for no reason.
This old guy looked like he was afraid of death. He was planning this and that every day. The sudden news of his death always felt a bit illusory and not so real.
but...
But it really happened.
"snort!"
"You Lingshan are also a bunch of trash!"
Suddenly, a clear voice sounded. It should be a girl, young and very dissatisfied.
"You're right."
Another rough voice responded with a hint of flattery.
...
Wang Ye's expression changed slightly, he hid himself in the void and observed silently.
(Start broadcasting, rush!)
