It's just that for Meng Chuan, these people are still not enough, and they are even a little worse than the Dementor Sect.

I think it's also because Tianwu Pavilion mainly attacks refining weapons, so the strength of the sect is slightly weaker.

Rao is like this, so many people are definitely enough to deal with a psychic-level character.

Meng Chuan paid more attention to the man in white, he really wanted to see what kind of character this person was, and he dared to pretend to be himself.

However, Meng Chuan looked at it and found that he didn't know this person at all, but the momentum on his body was definitely not an ordinary person, but he didn't know why he did such a thing.

At the same time, in the middle of everyone's encirclement, there was Yang Junhao curled up and one of his broken legs.

No one cared about Yang Junhao's condition, he had fainted at this time due to excessive blood loss, and his condition was extremely critical.

Seeing this, Meng Chuan didn't bother to pay attention to the others, and stepped forward to check Yang Junhao's situation in two steps, and then took out a silver needle from his body to seal his acupuncture points and help him stop the bleeding.

Then Meng Chuan took out a little bit of the cold air of the Imperial Tomb Ice Spring from Ji Ding, covered it on Yang Junhao's wound, and waited until he turned around and solved the trouble in front of him before helping him connect his legs.

"Little boy, you help Uncle Yang aside and protect him. Meng Chuan greeted Ye Tong and asked Ye Tong and Yang Cai to drag Yang Junhao aside, so as not to be affected.

Meng Chuan's actions when he came here made the Heavenly Martial Pavilion Sect Master and the man in white impatient.

The Sect Master of Tianwu Pavilion slammed the table and scolded angrily: "You stinky boy, you haven't looked at us since you came, you can't be too ignorant of us, right?!"

Meng Chuan didn't refute either, and admitted with a smile on his face: "That's right, I really didn't take you seriously, so what?"

"You are really arrogant!" The Sect Master of Tianwu Pavilion was so angry that his chest was tight, he turned his head to look at the man in white, and said respectfully, "Mr. Meng, how do you think this matter should be handled?"

The man in white suppressed his anger, took a sip of the teacup, and said in a cold voice: "Let him hand over the magic weapon he has refined, and then cut off his hands and feet, waste his power, and throw it out." ”

"I shouldn't need this kind of thing

Let's go out in person, just take care of it yourself in Tianwu Pavilion. ”

"Mr. Meng, don't worry, let's just do this kind of trivial matter!" The Sect Master of Tianwu Pavilion nodded, and made up his mind in his heart, today he must make this stinky boy in front of him look good, so that this Mr. Meng can be relieved and not anger his Tianwu Pavilion.

Thinking of this, the sect master immediately got up and took two steps, faced Meng Chuan with his hands behind his back, and ordered him: "Did you hear what this Mr. Meng said just now?

Meng Chuan suddenly felt amused, stretched out his hand and said, "Then you give me the treasure of your Tianwu Pavilion's Zhenzong, it is also an immortal cultivation sect with some attainments in refining, you must have something to handle, right?"

When the sect master heard this, he was even more angry, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out: "Why should I give you the treasure of the Zhenzong of my Tianwu Pavilion?"

Meng Chuan spread his hands and asked rhetorically: "Then what kind of thing are you who dare to ask me for the magic weapon I refined?"

"Is the old man reasoning for you?!" Seeing that Meng Chuan didn't eat oil and salt at all, the sect master didn't seem to be afraid of himself and the young psychic at all, and he didn't have much patience.

"Hmph, I see that you don't cry when you don't see the coffin, and you still don't understand the situation!"

"Do you know what kind of existence our Tianwu Pavilion is? We are an immortal cultivator sect that can control all the forces in the secular world!"

"And this immortal-like figure next to me is the young psychic Meng Chuan, who was famous in Huaxia before! he even has the strength to destroy an immortal cultivation sect alone!"

"The Earth Center Fire Treasure that you destroyed is what our Tianwu Pavilion gave to Mr. Meng to use for refining, you have already offended our Tianwu Pavilion and Mr. Meng at the same time, I am curious about what gave you the courage to make you so arrogant!"

Meng Chuan didn't immediately refute after hearing this, but shook his head with a faint smile on his face, glanced at the sect master of Tianwu Pavilion, and the disdain on his face overflowed: "Tianwu Pavilion? Cultivating Immortal Sect Sect Rubbish!"

Meng Chuan looked at the man in white who had been sitting upright in the seat, and his disdain became even more obvious: "This person is even more garbage in garbage!"

"Hiss......"

The sound of gasping for air sounded, and many people looked at Meng Chuan

His eyes looked like he was looking at a fool.

Maybe you are also a powerful immortal cultivator, and it is normal for you to have some proud capital.

But the Sect Master of Tianwu Pavilion has already explained the current situation, what is in front of you is the power of an immortal cultivation sect, and the well-deserved first person in Huaxia, a young psychic, you still dare to look at no one like this, isn't this looking for death?

Sure enough, as soon as Meng Chuan's words came out, the facial muscles of the man in white stiffened, and the tea bowl he was holding suddenly shattered into powder.

The Sect Master of the Heavenly Martial Pavilion suddenly raised his heart, for fear that the anger of the young psychic would burn on him, so he immediately decided to teach Meng Chuan some lessons first with a cold face.

"Elder Tianwu Pavilion obey the order! Take down this kid for me, first abolish his skills, and then cut off his hands and feet! As for the magic weapon he refined, he will slowly search it out in a while!"

Suddenly, all the elders who were sitting got up one after another and began to release their grandmaster momentum.

The foundation of Tianwu Pavilion is not bad, some outstanding inner disciples have already entered the realm of entering the Dao, and the elders needless to say, they are all old grandmasters, and some are even about to touch the threshold of the Divine Realm.

There were a total of eight elders present, all of whom could be in the top fifty of the Grandmaster List in terms of strength, and a few people could use the formation of the Heavenly Martial Pavilion, even if they were psychics, they could win.

The momentum on the eight people was released and pressed on Meng Chuan's body, and suddenly the walls and floors of the entire hotel began to crack.

And this kind of coercion is just a breeze for Meng Chuan, compared to the level of one percent of the ghost-faced mother-in-law back then.

"Do it!" Under the command of one of the eldest elders, all eight elders used their magic weapons.

The magic weapons of the eight people did not differ in type and form like the previous disciples of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, but were unified as a Xuanwu seal.

It can be seen that this Xuanwu Seal should be passed down from generation to generation in the Tianwu Pavilion, although it is only a magic weapon at the level of the Grandmaster Realm, but the eight pieces are gathered together to promote, and it is not difficult to kill a master who has been in the Divine Realm for many years.

The people of Tianwu Pavilion knew that an elder had eaten a turtle in Meng Chuan's hands before, so they didn't dare to slack off, and as soon as they came up, they used all their strength to destroy the Xuanwu Seal, and suddenly a car-sized Xuanwu phantom appeared above everyone's heads, which was the same as the real thing, and quickly pounced on Meng Chuan.