"How can you be more grumpy than that day!"

Meng Fan said something that others couldn't quite understand, raised his face, and looked directly at the immortal realm that had fallen above his head, and a strong battle intent suddenly erupted on his body!

Lan'er gave him a great creation last night!

So that he is not immortal, it is better than immortal!

He had long wanted to find an opportunity to practice his hands, and even wanted to wait for Fan Guyi or Bai Qianqiu to heal from his injuries and fight with them, but he didn't expect that as soon as the day dawned, an immortal realm powerhouse would be sent to the door by himself.

Good!

There are still many good people in the world!

The Zhengyang faction is a good person!

Before Uncle Cang's terrifying palm hit the top of Meng Fan's head, the terrifying aura enveloped Meng Fan first, oppressing his clothes tightly against his body.

The true qi in Meng Fan's body flowed thousands of miles in an instant!

Such a fast speed is no longer something that ordinary cultivators can do!

Meng Fan didn't dodge in the slightest, raised his palm and shook the other party!

"This kid is killing himself!"

"Dare to fight against Uncle Cang with the Nine Realms!"

"I've never seen such an arrogant and short-sighted person!"

Seeing that Meng Fan didn't dodge, if he didn't dodge, he would be slapped half to death by Uncle Cang at most, and he dared to make a move to confront Uncle Cang, the corners of the mouths of several disciples of the Zhengyang Sect were hooked, revealing a rich mocking smile, this is not half dead, but the whole person is dead!

And those two beauties who were so beautiful that they couldn't talk about it were about to hold his corpse and cry.

Fennel and Zhou Yutong also jumped in their hearts.

Last night, Meng Fan beat Qiandeng, obviously with the help of external forces, but now the external forces are clearly gone.

Can you still fight for immortality?

The two couldn't help but sweat for Meng Fan.

Bang!

The two palms were unadulterated and really hit together.

In the loud noise, the surrounding snow was lifted by the diffuse air current, and they rushed in all directions, like white waves, and the momentum was huge!

Laugh at!

Meng Fan, who was originally standing on the ground, shook his body, slid back a few meters and stood firm, his expression was not the slightest abnormal, the true qi in his body continued to operate at an astonishing speed, and he could send out the next attack at any time, and he didn't need time to prepare at all.

Pedal Pedal Ped

After the Zhengyang Sect Cang Jingfeng landed, he staggered back a few steps, and slid back a few meters before he could stand firmly, followed by a face full of disbelief, the other party's realm was clearly only nine consummation, how could he be knocked back with one palm, he was in the middle of the immortal realm!

Cang Jingfeng was like this, and those Zhengyang Sect disciples were even more shocked to the point of indescribable, their eyes widened, their breathing became short, and they kept muttering in their hearts.

It doesn't make sense!

How could it be!

Could it be that Uncle Cang released the water?

Want to show your compassion in front of those two good-looking girls?

Why do you still pedal and retreat!

It's clearly a downfall!

With a surprised look on his face, Cang Jingfeng was a little annoyed and angry, and then rushed towards Meng Fan again, Meng Fan bent the corners of his lips, and had a certain understanding of his cultivation, there was no problem with the first realm of Zhan Changsheng, and he greeted it indifferently!

"Angry Waves!"

"Fossils are Jiao!"

"The sword comes true!"

"Xuanmen fingers!"

Next, something happened that made Cang Jingfeng extremely confused, he had just thrown a punch, and before his hand was withdrawn to his side, Meng Fan's side was a palm technique and a spell, and in a blink of an eye, several attacks were blasted, making him dizzy, and without any turnaround, he watched Meng Fan's attack fall on him!

There are also some auxiliary techniques in the cultivation world that can speed up the cultivation of their moves.

But at the cost of a move that is much less powerful.

Meng Fan obviously didn't rely on auxiliary spells, it was very much like the original ability of his body!

Just as people are born to eat and drink!

Boom!

Uncle Cang, the immortal realm of the Zhengyang faction, was finally pointed on his forehead by Meng Fan, and his body flew out upside down, and like an upside-down onion, he was planted in the thick snow under the hillside, and his legs kicked off, and he drooped down and didn't move.

Somehow, this scene, although a little tragic, makes people laugh.

There was a disciple of the Zhengyang Sect who couldn't help but crack the corners of his mouth, but he understood that he must not laugh at this time, so he opened his mouth and shouted: "Everyone save Uncle Cang!"

Several Zhengyang Sect disciples jumped down the hill one after another, like pulling a radish out, pulling Uncle Cang out of the snow, and when they saw their own uncle's appearance, their hearts suddenly jumped.

Cang Jingfeng bled and was unconscious.

The palm of his hand was still unwillingly raised, and he wanted to attack desperately.

The disciple hurriedly fed Cang Jingfeng with pills, and then massaged his body with all hands and feet, for fear that his uncle would be cold.

"Brother, you are so powerful, you can kill the Immortal One Realm so easily!"

"Meng Fan, you really didn't bear the hardship last night in vain, congratulations!"

Seeing this, Fennel and Zhou Yutong let go of their sweaty palms, and said hello to Meng Fan with a smile, which also confirmed their guess last night that Lan'er must have given Meng Fan a lot of creation.

"Well, it's okay. Meng Fan nodded cheekily, put his hands behind his back, looked directly at the disciples of the Zhengyang Sect, and said, "Carry him and follow me into the city!"

"That ......" a Zhengyang Sect disciple looked at Meng Fan with fear, "It's okay to go into the city with you, we were originally going to enter the city, but can we ...... this time Don't make us stick ...... on our heads Stuck that thing?"

He could already confirm that Meng Fan and the bald monk were in the same group.

I'm worried that Meng Fan also likes to let people stick that thing on their heads.

"Heh!" Meng Fan couldn't help but smile, remembering that when he was in the Yuxian Sect, he really fooled the bald monk to put his aunt's towel on his naked body, but considering that the group of people in front of him had been pasting it for three days, he said, "It's okay if you don't post it, just pay 10,000 Xuan tickets per person." ”

Fennel and Zhou Yutong sneered when they heard this.

This is the Meng Fan they know!

How can things that are not beneficial be done in vain.

"No, it's gone!"

Several disciples of the Zhengyang Sect were stupid when they heard this, and they touched their pockets, their Xuan tickets were all looted by the bald monks, not to mention 10,000 Xuan tickets, and they couldn't take out a hundred.

"Then take out anything of value and forget it. Meng Fan waved his hand generously, "Pills, weapons, and mental cheats...... Either way. ”

"Oh. ”

Several disciples of the Zhengyang faction were afraid of Meng Fan's terrifying combat power and ruthlessness, so they hurriedly made up a bag of pills and handed them in, and suddenly became poor and white, and then carried Uncle Cang into the city behind Meng Fan, and kept sighing in their hearts that this trip was too unlucky, and they had encountered a gang to commit crimes!

The city is in ruins.

There was too much trouble left for Meng Fan.

There wasn't much time left for him......

PS: This is today's third watch, tonight's fifth watch is no problem, Qingchen continues to code words.

(End of chapter)