At this time, everyone once again remembered Leng Meiying's previous title, the waste of the Zhenguo Marquis' Mansion, and the shame of the Imperial Capital Academy...... Which idiot, bastard, two hundred and five came up with such a despisable title?

If such a person is also a waste and a shame, then there is still a genius in this world? Are there still strong ones?

Not to mention other people, even if they followed Leng Sleep Shadow Yelin and Su Qi early, the nerves of the two of them had been shocked countless times, but when they saw this kind of picture, they still felt a feeling of suffocation.

Looking back at Meng Changsheng, Jiuqianding, Xu Muzhou and the others who were completely stupid beside him, Yelin patted him on the shoulder with pity.

"If you follow the team for a long time, you will get used to it!"

No matter how shocked others were, Leng Meiying killed seven in and seven out of the seven-rank demonic beasts with a pair of fleshy palms alone, and hundreds of powerful demonic beasts rushed forward, and then the stump and broken arm were beaten out.

The white clothes like snow, the heroic posture of the ice phoenix, and the posture that was so proud that everything in the sky entered the eyes of everyone present as if it were a chisel and a knife.

Finally, Leng Meiying walked to the gate of the temple, and at this time, there were no more demonic beasts around her.

Looking back at the already sluggish crowd calmly, Leng Meiying shook his head expressionlessly.

Obviously, she was disappointed in these masters of Hanslin.

It's still a master, and he can't even recognize a high-level psychedelic array.

Qi Hainei, who had just woken up and seen such a good show, the three-inch golden boy had already laughed.

"Hahahaha, laugh at me, girl, you can really pretend, hahahaha, uncle, this dragon comes out is nothing more than that, one move seconds three seven-grade demonic beasts, less than a minute to beat down hundreds of seven-grade or more high-grade demonic beasts, hahaha."

Leng Meiying was a little helpless, this stupid dragon, hey.

Being able to do all this is not because Leng Meiying's ability has been restored, but because this temple is originally an institution.

From the ninety-nine dragon pillars to these thousands of demonic beasts, all of them were just a psychedelic array.

Everything you see, what you touch, is just an illusion!

It's just that the production method of this psychedelic array has reached the point of being fake, at least the cold shadow at first glance is not recognized at all, and the same is true for the divine dragon.

It wasn't until Wanyue's subordinates had come up with those magical beasts, and Leng Meiying tried to communicate with them mentally but found that they didn't respond, that she found the clue.

It's just that no matter whether it is the people who swallow the sky, or the other powerhouses like Xuanyang, no one recognizes this psychedelic array that is enough to be fake, and they are stunned by her actions.

"Let's go, this is just a psychedelic array!"

The voice of the cold shadow buzzed in front of the temple, and the masters were stunned for a moment, and then all of them changed their faces.

They all blushed and white, and their expressions were extremely ashamed.

It's actually a legendary psychedelic array, it's a shame, so many masters have been deceived by such a broken formation for so long!

Everyone felt the urge to vomit blood.

And Yelin was a little crying and laughing, but he didn't have the same sense of shame as others, and more admiration for Leng Meiying.

At least, she was the only one on the scene who recognized that this was a psychedelic array, and besides her, who would dare to fight with the phantom of the seven-rank demonic beast with a flesh palm?