"Thousands of generations, what a joke!" The black-robed servant waved his sleeves, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Our Jiang family, as an ancient family, has been standing since the period of the gods, and it is on an equal footing with the super Taoist system of Kunlun Mountain, and it is still worthy of the four words of thousands of generations." ”

"And you are just ants in the secular world, it is ridiculous that you dare to hang such a plaque!"

Hitting a plaque is like slapping someone's face, how could Ye Tong not know this?

Speaking of which, this plaque was not actually left by Meng Chuan, but was hung by Jin Wulin at the beginning, and later the Jin family became the Meng family, and Meng Chuan was too lazy to let people take off this plaque.

Even so, the other party's insult was aimed at Meng Chuan, which made Ye Tong very angry.

"You are really unreasonable!" Ye Tong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up: "Today you are sending a war book, in fact, you are deliberately finding fault, right?"

"What?" The corners of the black-robed servant's mouth rose slightly, and he looked at me: "How does the old man behave, are you qualified to discipline this junior?"

"If you talk nonsense again, the old man will give you two slaps first, so that you know what kind of etiquette you should observe when talking to an old-timer like me!"

"You dare!" Ye Tong was a little spicy, and he didn't have any fear because he was injured just now, but puffed up his chest: "If you have the ability, you can try to move me again?"

"Heh, what if I try it?" Where could the black-robed servant stand such a provocation, and immediately a black shadow brewed in his palm, and he raised his hand to shoot it out and slapped it on Ye Tong's face.

However, at this moment, a cold voice sounded not far behind Ye Tong: "If you dare to make a move, you will die here today." ”

As soon as this voice came out, the black-robed servant only felt a coldness in his heart, which made him shiver, and his cold hair stood up.

He had never felt this kind of feeling even on Jiang Qiudao, it seemed that what he was talking about just now was a wild beast, and he was already staring at himself at this time.

The black shadow in the palm of the black-robed servant's palm suddenly dissipated, and at the same time, he looked at the source of the sound, and saw a young man walking slowly with his hand in his hand.

At first glance, this young man didn't seem to be out of the ordinary, but the realm and experience of the black-robed servant could still be observed from him

Feeling that he is like a sharp sword in its sheath, once it is drawn, it will surely shine in Kyushu.

Just when the black-robed servant was in a trance, Meng Chuan had already come to Ye Tong's side, and seeing that he was a little injured, he patted her on the shoulder.

Suddenly, a stream of blood qi flowed into Ye Tong's body, forcing out the backlog of internal injuries she had just had, turning into a mouthful of black blood that she spit out.

After Ye Tong vomited out the black blood, he felt a lot more relaxed.

"Cousin, he ......" Ye Tong was just about to speak, Meng Chuan waved his hand and said, "I know everything, just leave the rest to me." ”

Ye Tong pursed his lips slightly, and retreated a little unwillingly.

She is now a little dissatisfied that her realm is too low, and once she encounters anything, she needs Meng Chuan to come forward to solve it.

"If I'm strong enough, I might be able to stand in front of my cousin and help him solve some people or things that don't require him to intervene. Ye Tong thought to himself.

The black-robed servant had come back to his senses at this time, and after careful perception, he found that Meng Chuan didn't seem to be as powerful as he had just felt.

Because he could feel that although Meng Chuan did not have any mystic strength or aura on his body, his blood and qi were comparable to those of a master of the Divine Realm.

However, this body does not seem to be perfect, and it is still a lot away from the Great Perfection.

In other words, Meng Chuan's realm at this time was only at the level of the late stage of the Tongshen Realm, and he was still some distance behind himself who had already attained great perfection.

You must know that if the Holy Son exerts all his strength, he will even be able to defeat the immortals and fight to the death with the feather power.

It is indeed not easy for this person to become a psychic at this age, but compared with the Holy Son, it is still a heaven and an earth.

I really don't know why Elder Left and Elder Right would eat turtles under such a kid and lose all the face of the Jiang family.

How did this black-robed servant know that the reason why Meng Chuan's blood qi was not full was entirely because during the past few days of retreat, Meng Chuan once again tempered his blood qi with the essence of the earth's core fire in his own blood, and forcibly pressed his realm down.

Therefore, compared to before, Meng Chuan's strength has not regressed in any way, but his blood qi is more refined, but it seems that his realm has fallen.

"You're Meng Chuan?"

The robed servant looked high, and did not take Meng Chuan in his eyes at all.

Meng Chuan looked at the broken plaque on the ground, as well as the half-dead Warlock Zhang and the others, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but he didn't attack, nodded and said indifferently: "That's right." ”

"It's easy for you," the black-robed servant took out Jiang Qiudao's battle book from his sleeve, held it in his hand and said, "I came on behalf of my family's holy son to give you a war book." ”

"The previous grievances between you and the Jiang family were completely settled in this battle, if you are unwilling, or dare not fight and run away, the Holy Son will personally wipe out your Meng family and never appear in front of the world again. ”

Meng Chuan smiled slightly after hearing this: "What are you afraid of the challenge of the Holy Son of the Jiang family, how can I escape? ”

"Go back and tell your master, let him pick a good grave as soon as possible, don't delay the funeral of the holy son of the Jiang family. It's also a holy place, and if the Holy Son dies and isn't buried in time, it's shameful to say it. ”

"You stinky boy, you've only been arrogant for a few days!" The black-robed servant was so angry by Meng Chuan's words that he suddenly had the idea of teaching Meng Chuan a lesson.

He felt that just in terms of realm, Meng Chuan was a big step behind Jiang Qiudao, and he was even inferior to himself, why did such a character need the Holy Son to go out in person?

Thinking of this, the black-robed servant smiled coldly, put the hand holding the war book behind his back, and said: "This war book is in my hand, since you should fight, take it from my hand." ”

"If you can't even take the war book, how are you qualified to argue with my holy son?"

After a pause, the black-robed servant sneered again: "You have to be careful, it is not a simple matter to get the battle book from me, and if you don't do it, you will even lose your life." ”

"Really?" Meng Chuan had a faint smile on his face, his body shook slightly, and then disappeared in place in an instant.

In the next second, Meng Chuan stood in front of the black-robed servant, and the two were no more than a foot apart.

What?!The black-robed servant was stunned for a moment, and then he was shocked, because Meng Chuan's speed even exceeded the limit of what he could perceive.

The black-robed servant's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was about to distance himself from Meng Chuan, but Meng Chuan's hand had already climbed up to his shoulder between the lightning and flint.