And everything that happened in the tomb of the human emperor, except for Meng Chuan and the ghost king, no one else knows about it.

So even if the eldest prince wants revenge, he doesn't know who to turn to.

The most important thing at the moment is not to avenge the second prince, but to heal him is the key.

The eldest prince of the martial arts family had slightly red eyes, picked up his younger brother, and once again flew out of the Qian'er Institute with the eight imperial dragon qi as his companions.

At the same time, his majestic voice spread throughout the entire Imperial City of the Martial Family-"The Chuan Guo Master has come to meet me, and I will let him cure my second brother." ”

A week later.

In the small world of the farm, Meng Chuan crushed the dried blue blood heavenly wolfberries one by one and sprinkled them next to the roots of the spiritual roots of the ginseng fruit tree.

At this time, the ginseng fruit tree is very different from the original, the sapling is already as thick as a bowl, and the crown on the top is even more leafy, but there is no sign of flowering and fruiting.

It is rumored that ginseng fruit trees normally need a thousand years of flowering and a thousand years of fruiting. Now artificial dragon gas and even other natural treasures are ground into powder to fertilize it, nourishing this ginseng fruit tree, which allows it to thrive.

I just want to produce ginseng fruit, but I don't know when I have to wait.

Just when Meng Chuan was busy taking care of the ginseng fruit tree, Ye Tong ran to tell Meng Chuan that there were people waiting outside the farm, saying that he wanted to see Meng Chuan.

This person claimed to be Song Fei, the senior brother of the Flying Immortal Sect, and said that he had something important, and asked Meng Chuan to go to the Flying Immortal Sect with him.

Meng Chuan smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth after hearing this, the purpose of Seinfeld's trip could be guessed with his toes.

So Meng Chuan waved his hand indifferently and asked Ye Tong to tell Song Fei that he was a little busy now, and asked him to wait outside the door for the time being, and talk about it later.

Outside the farm, there was a spirit boat of the Flying Immortal Sect, and outside the spirit boat, only a man in a jade yellow robe stood here, looking frequently in the direction of the farm, his face full of anxiety.

Ye Tong came to this person through the Guardian Array and returned Meng Chuan's words to him intact.

This person is none other than Song Fei, the eldest brother in the Flying Immortals.

When he heard that Meng Chuan asked him to wait for a while, he immediately frowned together, and scolded Ye Tong: "Let's wait for him? Meng Chuan is really a big shelf!"

"Did you tell him that we are from the Flying Immortal Sect?

What qualifications does he have to keep us waiting here?"

Of course, Ye Tong was dissatisfied with the words that she looked down on others, and she didn't bother to explain anything to Seinfeld, so she snorted lightly and turned her head and left.

"That's what my cousin said, anyway, if you don't want to wait, you can go. ”

"You little girl!" Seinfeld was so angry that he almost had a seizure and slapped Ye Tong, the little grandmaster, to death.

But Seinfeld still held back, because if he really killed Meng Chuan's cousin, then the trouble of the Flying Immortal Sect would really be able to be solved.

Thinking of the current situation of the Flying Immortal Sect, Song Fei lowered his head and pressed the bridge of his nose, shook his sleeves suddenly, and turned his back to try to calm his impatient mood.

After waiting for six hours, Seinfeld wanted to make a direct attack more than once, and when Meng Chuan's farm was leveled, Meng Chuan could fly out of the farm.

"I don't know why the Daoist friends of the Flying Immortal Sect are looking for me to be a casual cultivator?" Meng Chuan greeted with a smile, biting the four words "a casual cultivator" very hard, obviously Song Fei's words just now had been told to Meng Chuan by Ye Tong.

Seinfeld didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest, because in his heart he really looked down on Meng Chuan.

This senior brother of the Flying Immortal Sect is actually very outstanding, and he may not be weaker than a holy son like Jiang Qiudao.

Even on the previous list of gods, his ranking was still in front of Jiang Qiudao, among the top ten.

Therefore, at the beginning, the feathering power broke through one after another, and he became one of them, and he entered this realm extremely smoothly at the age of forty.

This breakthrough set a new record for the Flying Immortal Sect, more than thirty years earlier than his master Ma Bowen.

Therefore, even if Meng Chuan was the one who set off the frenzy of breaking through the feather power, and defeated Jiang Qiudao and Ao Xun, Seinfeld didn't think that Meng Chuan could be much stronger than him.

As for Ma Bowen, who knew how terrifying Meng Chuan's strength was, of course he would not tell Song Fei about his predicament in the human emperor's tomb.

So in Seinfeld's eyes, Meng Chuan is just an ordinary saint-level figure, at best he is stronger, and he took the shit luck to take the first place in the tomb of the human emperor and get the creation.

"Since you know that our Flying Immortal Sect is looking for you for something, do you dare to be so lazy? Seinfeld snorted coldly, no

Give Meng Chuan any good face.

"Hehe, what about being sluggish?" Meng Chuan was still smiling, but there was no mercy in his words, and he went back to the past directly.

Seinfeld's expression showed anger again, but he suppressed his impulse, and there was no conflict between Meng Chuan.

Because the situation of the Flying Immortal Sect is urgent now, and it was delayed for another six or seven hours just now, it has almost made Seinfeld crazy.

"Without further ado, I was ordered by my master Ma Bowen to take you to the Flying Immortals to deal with some things. ”

"Before leaving, my master explained, I said that it was best for you to honestly obey the arrangements of our Flying Immortal Sect, otherwise he would have your handle in his hands. ”

It seems that although Ma Bowen let Seinfeld speak, he did not say what kind of handle he had with Meng Chuan.

Ma Bowen's thoughts, Meng Chuan knew it. Meng Chuan didn't refuse, and to Seinfeld's surprise, he nodded and promised, "Okay, then I'll go to the Flying Immortal Sect to have a look." ”

"Count you as acquaintances. Seinfeld thought that he would go to great lengths, but seeing that things were going so well, the anger in his heart calmed down a little, and he pointed to his spirit boat and said, "This is specially used to pick you up, and being able to be received by our Flying Immortal Sect with a spirit boat is already enough to give you face." ”

"When you get to the sect, I hope you can still be as obedient as you are now. ”

"If you dare to play any tricks, you will definitely not be able to eat and walk around!"

After saying that, Seinfeld had already taken the lead, and he didn't say anything about helping Meng Chuan guide him, so he returned to the spirit boat by himself.

Seinfeld also muttered in his heart, saying that this Meng Chuan was a coward, and it was really the case when I saw it today.

At the beginning, the second prince of a martial arts family could be so scared that he didn't even dare to go out, wouldn't he have the courage to resist when he went out by himself?

Before leaving, the master kept instructing, saying that he must say that he must control his handle in order to ensure that Meng Chuan is obedient.

Now it seems that the master is too worried, not to mention that he has a handle, even if he doesn't, he coughs himself, and this cowardly bag can't be shaken three times?

Song Fei fluttered and had already taken Meng Chuan to the spirit boat together.

The spirit boat quickly turned around and drove rapidly in the direction of the Flying Immortal Sect.

The Flying Immortal Sect was thousands of miles away from Hengzhou, but this distance was not too far at the speed of the Spirit Boat.