"Tear the ......"

There was a terrifying sound of flesh and blood parting, and large beads of blood were scattered in the front yard.

The black-robed servant clutched his broken arm in disbelief, unable to believe that all this was done by a junior whose realm was lower than his own.

Meng Chuan indifferently took off the war book on his severed hand, then threw it away, looked at the black-robed servant with a playful expression, and asked, "Is this war book difficult to take? ”

"You ......" The black-robed servant's face was full of anger, but the pain from the wound on his broken arm made him know that the young man in front of him seemed to be extremely simple, and he was really not his opponent.

He also regretted that he had underestimated Meng Chuan now, if it weren't for that, how could he have broken an arm in a good way?

The black-robed servant, as a servant of the Holy Son, had a lot of money, so he directly took out a pill and swallowed it, and the wound on his arm immediately stopped the bleeding.

At this time, Meng Chuan had already opened Jiang Qiudao's envelope and finished reading the contents.

Originally, Meng Chuan thought that Jiang Qiudao might do something with this letter and wanted to give himself a dismissal, but the other party did not do it.

It seems that this Jiang Qiudao is also an interesting person, and this duel between him and himself, he wants to fight in a dignified manner.

After Meng Chuan read the battle book, he casually threw the letter out, as if it was a piece of waste paper.

Faced with Meng Chuan's behavior of despising his own Holy Son's war book so much, the black-robed servant was angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to vent it, so he could only say with a cold face: "Since the war book has been delivered, then I will leave first." ”

"I hope that you, the so-called young psychic man, will have the courage to fight with my holy son at that time, and don't be a shrunken turtle!"

With that, he shook his hand and was about to stagger away.

However, Meng Chuan stopped him behind him without hurrying: "Stop, will I let you go?"

The black-robed servant's body trembled, and when he turned around, his eyes widened, and he said angrily: "What, you still want to force me to stay? Is it really easy to bully my Jiang family?"

Meng Chuan smiled, pointed to Warlock Zhang and the smashed plaque and said, "I don't care if the Jiang family bullies me or not, but I, Meng Chuan, am not easy to bully." ”

"You are a slave, you dare to come to my Meng Mansion to be powerful, who gave you the courage?"

"Let me ask you, how many people have you injured in my Meng Mansion?"

The black bubble servant felt the biting chill behind him climb up his spine inch by inch, but when he thought that his holy son was in the capital, he still needed to be afraid of such a young man.

"I've only injured a few people, so what can ......I do?"

"Since you don't answer my question, shut your mouth!" Meng Chuan slapped the black-robed servant in the face, causing him to stagger back several steps, his mouth covered in blood.

Meng Chuan turned his head slightly and said to Ye Tong: "Xiao Tong, how many people from our Meng family did he hurt?"

Ye Tong made a rough calculation, and then replied: "There should be sixteen or seventeen people." ”

"Just make it up and count it as twenty. After Meng Chuan said this lightly, he walked towards the black-robed servant.

The Black Runner servant only felt as if he was facing a mountain, and he was overwhelmed.

"What do you want to do? I can warn you, my master is the Holy Son of the Jiang family!"

He retreated while saying cruel words, but suddenly the momentum on Meng Chuan's body emanated, and he only felt that his body was extremely heavy, and he couldn't move as if he had been poured into cement.

Meng Chuan rolled up his sleeves and walked in front of the black-robed servant in two steps, opening his bow left and right and began to pump his mouth.

The black-robed servant wanted to use the power of heaven and earth to resist, but found that in Meng Chuan's hands, he was like an ordinary person, not to mention the power of heaven and earth, even the aura could not be mobilized.

The twenty mouths of the black-robed servant were so painful that he almost fainted.

Ever since he stepped into the Divine Realm, he had never been so aggrieved in hundreds of years.

After twenty mouths, the black-robed servant's face was swollen like a pig's head.

Only then did Meng Chuan restrain the momentum on his body, and the black-robed servant loosened, and fell to his knees with a "poof", his mouth full of blood overflowing outward.

"Come to our house to make trouble, I don't care who you are, even if it's your holy son, I can't make a mistake. Meng Chuan flicked his sleeves, then reached out and grabbed the collar of the black-robed servant, threw him hard, and slammed him in front of the plaque crumbs in front of the lobby.

"Although I didn't hang this plaque, it is also the property of my Meng family, and if you say it's broken, it's broken?"

"Spell it for me, if you can't spell it, fight it to death, when will it be spelled and hung again in the lobby, when will I let you go." ”

The black-robed servant looked

Looking at the fragments of plaques all over the ground in front of his eyes, he wanted to cry without tears.

There are at least tens of thousands of fucking pieces, and some of them are broken into sawdust, even if the gods come, they can't fight it!

But there was also Meng Chuan, a bad star behind him, looking at him with his hands behind his back, and the black-robed servant was also scared by him, and he didn't even dare to say a word.

In desperation, he could only suppress his anger and grievances, and began to fight the plaque crumbs tremblingly.

It was a full three hours before there was a knock on the door of Jiang Qiudao's room.

"My Son, I ...... I'm back......" The black-robed servant had some teeth leaking, and a muffled voice came from outside the door, making Jiang Qiudao, who was meditating, frown slightly.

He naturally felt that his servant's breath was unstable, and he seemed to be injured.

"Come in!" With Jiang Qiudao's voice, the door of the hotel opened, and the black-robed servant walked out of the door, and the miserable appearance made Jiang Qiudao frown.

"How did it become like this? It's just a war letter, and that young psychic dares to do something to you?" Jiang Qiudao asked, and the power of heaven and earth on his body was also running wildly, turning into jerky scriptures that swirled around him.

If it weren't for Jiang Qiudao's intention to control it, just a few scriptures around him could crush the entire hotel.

When the black-robed servant saw that the Holy Son was angry, he hurriedly knelt down and told everything about it.

He naturally couldn't spell the plaque of the thousands of generations, and later he could only offset it with ten mouths, so he was released back by Meng Chuan.

After Jiang Qiudao heard all this, his eyes were closed, and he squeezed out eight words from between his teeth: "This is an extra move, it deserves to be like this." ”

The black-robed servant's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Holy Son, the slave knows that he is wrong!"

"Originally, I saw that the young psychic had never been able to connect to the divine realm, and he was young and unworthy of being your opponent, so I thought of teaching him a lesson, so that I could save your strength, Holy Son. ”

"I didn't expect that this person's strength was unfathomable, and I was not his opponent at all, so I lost face to the Jiang family......"

"If you want to be punished, just punish it, I have nothing to say!"

Jiang Qiudao was silent for a moment, and only when the black-robed servant was almost desperate did he say impatiently: "Forget it, I will spare your life this time, and you don't have to come back next time if you are smart!"