"Hurry up and put down the demon suppression!" The man in white panicked when he saw that his sword could not be summoned.

This sword is indeed not a demon suppressor, but it has a lot of origin, it is his grandfather's personal sword, and it was temporarily lent to him.

If the sword was lost, his grandfather would have to kill him, so the sword must not fall into the hands of anyone else.

"Do you dare to say that this is a demon suppression?" Meng Chuan smiled and took the sword in his hand, looking at him for a long time.

The man in white still had a stiff mouth, gritted his teeth and said: "I am Meng Chuan, a young psychic, this sword is naturally a demon suppression, this kind of momentum, what other sword can there be besides demon suppression?"

"I warn you, don't provoke me! The Jin family in the capital also has an immortal cultivation sect, and I destroyed it!"

Such threatening words sounded pale to the ears of everyone.

It's true that you are a young psychic and can threaten others, but no matter how you look at it now, you are being hung and beaten by this young man, so what's the point of talking about how strong you are at this time?

"It's all this time, are you still pretending to be a young psychic person?" Meng Chuan smiled and stretched out the palm of his right hand, and the real demon suppression appeared out of thin air.

The man in white choked suddenly.

A warrior phantom wearing a grimace mask also appeared on top of this demon suppression, and everyone present did not dare to come out with a heavy aura of anger.

The samurai phantom only appeared for a moment before vanishing, and then the sword intent was restrained, but everyone could see that this sword was unusual.

"If your sword is a demon suppressor, then what is this sword?" Meng Chuan stood here like a tall pine tree, and slowly took the demon suppression back: "Who are you, why are you pretending to be me?"

"What?!is he Meng Chuan?!" I don't know who exclaimed in this reversal.

Everyone thought that the man in white was Meng Chuan, a young psychic, but now why did a person come out and say that he was also Meng Chuan?

So who is real and who is fake?

In fact, as long as everyone thinks about it for a while, they will know it in their hearts.

The sect master of Tianwu Pavilion knew best among everyone, and after seeing Meng Chuan's demon suppression just now, he saw the clue, and said in a deep voice at this time: "I seem to have heard something about demon suppression. ”

"The demon suppression is a famous knife in the Sang country, and it is rumored that it was used that day

When the young psychic was tamed, a phantus with a samurai mask appeared on his face, which was the sword soul of this sword, almost exactly the same as the one that appeared just now. ”

"And looking at the sword just now, the shape and appearance do have the style of Sang Guo, I'm afraid that is the real demon suppression. ”

"So, this person is the real Meng Chuan......

Speaking of this, the sect master of Tianwu Pavilion couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat - his Tianwu Pavilion was really finished, not to mention being teased by the man in white, but instead offended the real young psychic person, wouldn't the other party want to destroy his own Dao system in a fit of anger?

The Tianwu Pavilion Sect Master's feet softened, and he almost knelt down for Meng Chuan.

The sect master of Tianwu Pavilion personally appeared to say the truth, so naturally there was nothing to doubt, obviously this man in white was clearly a young psychic, otherwise how could he be slapped to the ground, and even the spirit sword in his hand was taken away?

The people present all whispered and reprimanded the man in white for pretending to be Meng Chuan's identity, coming here to cheat and cheat, and he also entertained him as a genuine product, and kept laughing like a dog slave, and after a long time, this person turned out to be a fake.

Especially the rich daughters who took the initiative to accompany the man in white the night before, all of them were blushing, and they were so angry that they secretly scolded the man in white for not being a thing, and deceived their bodies in vain.

The most shocked of all the people was Yang Cai, who was completely stunned at this time, and her eyes looking at Meng Chuan were indescribably complicated.

Brother Xiaochuan turned out to be a young psychicist who he regarded as his idol?!Thinking of the various things that the two had gotten along with before, Yang Cai suddenly felt that this was an unexpected and reasonable thing.

Compared with the man in white, Meng Chuan is indeed more in line with Yang Cai's vision of a young psychic.

At this time, the man in white had already been pointed at, and even the disciples and elders of the Heavenly Martial Pavilion were full of anger.

This sudden change made him completely unable to collapse, where is there still the master demeanor of the previous anger, at this time he looked around in a panic, surrounded by others crusading and insulting him.

Meng Chuan also spoke slowly at this time, and asked the man in white loudly: "Why don't you tell me honestly, who are you?"

"Under the guise of my fame, I came out to deceive, and bullied my friends, and I explained my identity well, and I might be able to make you die a happy death

Some!"

"I ...... I ......" The man in white didn't know what to say, his eyes rolled and he couldn't care about his sword, he got up and stomped his feet, and his body was about to break out of the window and flee from here.

However, before he could fly out of the window, he was grabbed by Meng Chuan's condensed blood qi in the air, dragged him over, and fell to the ground fiercely.

The man in white was hit hard, spat out a mouthful of blood, and wilted on the ground, no longer having the strength to resist.

"It seems that if I don't give you some color, I won't tell the truth!" Meng Chuan threw out the sword of the man in white, controlled it with blood, and aimed it at his thigh, which could be cut off with just one thought.

"You cut off one of Uncle Yang's legs, I will avenge him for this revenge first, and then see if you tell the truth. ”

Seeing that Meng Chuan was about to make a move, the man in white shouted anxiously: "Don't! Don't do it! I'll say anything!"

Meng Chuan really let the sword stop in the air, only an inch away from his leg.

The man in white gasped violently, sat up from the ground, glared at Meng Chuan as if he was in spirit, and actually opened his mouth to threaten: "I really didn't expect that I wanted to use your reputation to deceive a sword, but I actually ran into the deity." ”

"Today is really my Wuchen's bad luck, I have nothing to say!"

"But, Meng Chuan, I can warn you, even if it's my fault today, you can't touch me. Do you know what the name of the sword you are holding right now is, and whose soldier it is?"

"Heh!" Meng Chuanxin said that it was really the same old thing again, and he was going to move out of his backer to pressure himself, but looking at the whole of China, if he was unwilling to give the other party, what could the other party do?

Seeing Meng Chuan's face full of disdain, the man in white sneered and said, "What? Meng Chuan, do you think you are very powerful? But let me tell you, you are still far behind my grandfather!"

"My grandfather is Wu Wuji! The God of War in today's Huaxia! Not only is he a master who has entered the Tongshen Realm for many years, but he also has a position in Huaxia that no one can shake!"

"Do you dare to offend me? I'm afraid that there is no place for you in the whole of Huaxia, understand?!"

This impostor turned out to be the grandson of the Chinese God of War's Wu Wu!

Some people who had heard of Wu Wuji's name couldn't help but gasp.