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Everyone looked at that place together, and then saw the old Taoist priest standing up trembling with his stomach in his hands, and shouted: "Kick me to death, kick me to death." (To read the latest chapter of this book, please visit the biquge.info of the wèn Aishang Novel Network) "Everyone was shocked, and then they saw him scream twice, rolled his eyes, and fell backwards, but he was too deeply stimulated, and the whole person was confused.

On the other side of the pavilion, Xiang Wentian was one enemy and eight enemies, majestic, and he still had time to ask, "Brother Meng, is the old Tao dead?" ”

"Brother Xiang, it's not easy for that old man to live at this age, and his kung fu with flying fire and meteors is not under the Pingsha and Falling Goose style of the Qingcheng faction in the past." Mengyuan remembered the scene of playing football with his colleagues in the past, and said with emotion.

"Hehe, is this trick called a Flying Fire Meteor? Look at the old man's. ”

"Phew"

Xiang Wentian was also taught bad by Mengyuan, and he drew a gourd to kick it, and his kick was a straight ball, and the unlucky guy who was kicked by him knocked out seven or eight meters in the crowd, spit blood, and fell to the ground and rolled.

"Good footwork to my brother." When Meng Yuan praised him, two men rushed up, one left and one right.

Meng Yuan drew his hands into the void one by one, only to see that the man on the left punched the bridge of the nose of the man on the right, causing a nosebleed, and the man on the right kicked the man on the left in the lower abdomen, rolling on the ground. Meng Yuan's feet flew together, and the two of them also flew out like balls.

"Brother Dream is a good trick."

In the vicious battle of Xiang Wentian, when he saw such a strange scene, he knew that Meng Yuan was using an extremely clever method of borrowing strength all the way, and immediately applauded.

Meng Yuan burped loudly and said, "Meng Mou's wine is surging at this time, and he can try them out." ”

After he finished speaking, his hands parted, his body squatted down slightly, and he staggered a few steps under his feet, and his somewhat pale face immediately turned red.

"Beware, this man is eccentric." A man with a short body and a swollen face shouted, it was the big yin and yang hands that were thick.

Before he finished speaking, the shape of the field had changed greatly.

No one expected that in the face of the siege of more than 300 people, the young man in black actually staggered into the crowd, like a whirlwind.

"Boom, bang, whoa, whoa......"

Just like on the battlefield, the wrestlers waved their drumsticks and beat the snare drums, and near the young man, the men of the rivers and lakes flew straight, or rolled diagonally, or fell backwards, people turned on their horses, and all kinds of weapons flew in the air, and from time to time there were unlucky ones who were hit by flying weapons, making a strange scream.

"Drunken golden crow--- wind scroll building remnants!"

Meng Yuan's drunken golden crow kung fu has already reached the state of Great Perfection, and after his mixed yuan kung fu reaches the fifth layer, his profound internal strength is enough to support most of his moves in this kung fu.

The kung fu of drunken gold crow contains the wild artistic conception of the remnant sun of the desert and drunkenness, and when performing this kung fu, it needs to be heroic and unrestrained. At this time, Meng Yuan and Xiang Wentian were drunk and fighting under the siege, which was in line with the artistic conception of the drunken golden crow, and under the surging of blood and energy, they used this set of kung fu.

Just look at Meng Yuan's body swaying like a drunk, his hands are clenched, like holding two invisible sledgehammers, wielding wantonly under the siege of the crowd. Although he is not full of murderous intentions, his shot is not light, and there is almost no one who touches him. After just a few breaths, thirty or forty men fell on the ground.

On the other side, Xiang Wentian was also very powerful, and the seven or eight people who besieged him first were all put to the ground, not dead but also injured.

Meng Yuan fought loudly, and at the same time moved in the direction of Xiang Wentian, and suddenly a short and fat figure rushed out of the crowd, and a pair of fleshy palms hit Meng Yuan's face directly, it was Le Hou. Meng Yuan laughed wildly, slapped a plum blossom palm, and in the muffled sound, the two of them slapped each other, and Le Hou's body rolled backwards and fell to the ground, but it shook a little, failed to stand, and had to take three or four steps back.

"The big yin and yang hands are thick, and they really live up to their reputation, but Your Excellency has been hit by me, and you need to cultivate for at least two months." Meng Yuan's voice rang out throughout the field. When the hearers saw him approaching, they retreated, but did not dare to go forward.

"Brother, let's go." Xiang Wentian laughed when he saw this.

Meng Yuan said good, suddenly rose up, his arms were stretched out, and an internal force was revealed, wrapping his entire body inside, and he let out a crane cry from his mouth, like a big crane soaring in the air, to Xiang Wentian's side.

"The demon of the Vultures, dare to leave his name."

"So that you know that the deputy hall master of the Qinglong Hall of the Contemptible Sun and Moon God Sect, Menghe, is called Xuanhe."

Meng Yuan and Xiang Wentian started their light work, and rushed towards the distance, dropping a word in the air. There were dozens of people chasing after them for a few steps, but they saw that the distance between them was getting farther and farther away, so they had to return in a huff.

Meng Yuan and Xiang Wentian traveled dozens of miles in one go, Xiang Wentian secretly observed Meng Yuan, and saw that his feet were extremely fast, and he was a little tired after dozens of miles in a row, and this person was still with a well-proportioned breath, and he was secretly surprised in his heart.

"I didn't know that Jia Huangmian had such a master under him, but Jia Huangmian was an undefeated diehard loyalist in the East, why did his people come to help me?" Xiang Wentian muttered in his heart.

He was about to test Mengyuan, but faintly heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him, and there were not just one, but dozens of horses, and hundreds of horses' hooves hit the ground, which seemed to make the earth tremble.

"His grandmother's, a horde of bastards are coming after him."

Meng Yuan knew that after the battle last night, Xiang Wentian's whereabouts were already clear, and the two of them had been running for several hours, although he was not tight, Xiang Wentian was old, and his endurance was much worse than his own.

"Let's go up the mountain."

"Good idea, take the mountain road ahead, but more than ten miles is the fairy stream, and when you get there, you won't be afraid of the siege of those rabbit cubs." Ask the heavens.

Because of the problem of prestige, Meng Yuan injured a lot of people in the battle last night, but very few actually died under his hands. But if he is surrounded by a large group of people today, then for the sake of Xiang Wentian's safety, Meng Yuan is bound to kill. This was not what he wanted, so he chose to avoid it without hesitation.

In the main god space, it is not allowed to kill casually, and anyone who kills the personnel of the corresponding sect will reduce the prestige of the corresponding sect, and the corresponding phase will also change. The level of prestige determines the attitude of the members of the sect. Of course, if you deliberately disguise it and don't see through it, the corresponding reputation will not be reduced for the time being, but once it is recognized, the reduced reputation will have a bonus. Therefore, if there is too much killing and the martial arts factions are designated as the public enemies of the martial arts, it is likely that there will be a situation where everyone is the enemy.

Meng Yuan immediately applauded, the two let go of their footsteps, and went straight to the mountain at a speed beyond the reach of the chasing soldiers behind, this hand really worked, and the hundreds of masters who were chasing behind had to dismount and perform light skills, but when they got up the mountain, Meng Yuan and the two had already run into the clouds and mist in the middle of the mountain.

Xiang Wentian ran to a corner and whispered, "Don't be silent." ”

Mengyuan was happy, nodded again and again, and the two of them stood against the mountain wall, and in a moment, they heard the sound of footsteps, and someone was approaching. The two people who chased them ran quickly, and they didn't see the two of them in the dense fog, until they ran past the two of them, and then they realized that they were about to stop and turn around, and pushed out their palms to Wentian, both ruthless and accurate, and the two people didn't hum, so they fell down the mountain stream, and after a while, they made two muffled noises, and their bodies fell to the ground.

Xiang Wentian smiled and said: "These two bastards show off their martial arts on weekdays, what do they say, 'Diancang double swords, sword qi soaring to the sky', his grandmother's fell into the mountain stream, and the rotten smell soared to the sky." ”

Meng Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it, spread out his palm, but it was a flying cone, and when he saw it, he immediately scolded: "What is the surname, what are you doing in this troubled water?" A voice shouted from the thick fog: "You are a disaster for the martial arts, everyone will be punished, and then take me again." He only heard the sound of whirring and whirring, and he said "one cone", and there were seven or eight flying cones that flew out, to say the least.

Meng Yuan sneered, slammed down, and at the tip of his toes, the whole person swept out like an arrow in the direction where the sound came from. The secret weapon master surnamed He saw that a person was a cobra and suddenly lifted most of his body from the ground, and before he could react, he was slapped by Meng Yuan and flew up, falling straight down the cliff, and his screams echoed in the air.

When the pursuers heard this miserable cry, they were all terrified, for fear that they would also be thrown off the cliff by the two of them, and end up dead without a body.

Mengyuan's body turned back and forth, it was a move in the palm of a hundred birds, flying swallow back, in this narrow mountain road, such a shocking light skill, people almost thought that he was a big bird that had become a fine and turned into a human form.

The two of them ran away, while waiting for the opportunity to sneak attack, under the cover of the clouds and mist in the mountains, just a moment of effort, there were more than a dozen good hands, folded in the hands of the two of them, perhaps inspired by Mengyuan's fighting spirit, Xiang Wentian Xiàn out of a very high internal cultivation, a man with a double iron halberd and a monk with a Zen staff, was actually shocked to death by him with internal force.

"Brother Meng, there is a fairy stream in front of you, pay attention to your feet." Xiang Wentian reminded.

Mengyuan Gongyun looked forward, through the clouds and mist, but seven or eight meters in front of him was a cliff, only a thin and narrow stone beam, leading to the deep valley of ten thousand people.

The two walked to the edge of the cliff, turned around to Wentian, and sat down on the spot and said, "Brother Meng, this journey is tired, let's sit down and rest." ”

Meng Yuan responded in a good voice, took out a flat wine bag from his arms and said, "That's all left, you can still live two addictions." He took a sip and handed it to Xiang Wentian.

"My brother is so Yaxing." Xiang Wentian took a sip and handed it back to Meng Yuan, on this cliff, the two faced the pursuers, drinking wine, and had their own spirit. Although Xiang Wentian had no doubts about Mengyuan, the two had been fighting side by side for more than ten hours, and it was naturally a lot more pleasing to the eye when they looked at each other.

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