On the extremely silent arena, everyone looked at Meng Bufan in shock, Meng Bufan who was holding the Wind and Thunder Sword high.

Regardless of whether they were disciples of the Wind Thunder Pavilion or not, they were all shocked at this time.

Because everyone knows what Meng Bufan's last sentence represents.

Mo Li frowned, looked at Chen Yun and the others who were shocked, and asked softly, "Who is Meng Changsheng?"

Li Motian swallowed his saliva, at this time, he couldn't think about why Mo Li didn't even know who Meng Changsheng was who was famous in the world, he tried his best to suppress the vibration in his heart: "Meng Changsheng, the master of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, the Wind Thunder Emperor of this generation, the peerless powerhouse of the Tongtian Realm!"

The Pavilion Master of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, the Emperor of the Wind Thunder, the peerless powerhouse of the Tongtian Realm!

Any one of these three names is enough to resound across the continent, and this is exactly the case, there is almost no one on the entire continent who does not know Meng Changsheng's great name, because of his strength and lofty status.

After a pause, Li Motian said in a low voice: "And his father, Meng Fanchen, is the previous generation of Wind Thunder Emperor, the master of the Wind Thunder Pavilion who moves the world, and the real peerless Tianjiao!"

Mo Li's heart moved, the previous generation of Wind and Thunder Emperor didn't die more than 20 years ago, which was the same age as Meng Bufan.

Don't......

"Young Sect Master, this friend of yours is a little amazing......"

Chen Yun muttered, and then shook his head fiercely.

Originally, Mo Li's friend only stayed on the impression that he was very fast and had good strength, but now Chen Yun admired Meng Bufan very much.

No matter what he would do in the future, he had the courage to say such a thing to Meng Changsheng in front of countless people, which already made him admire it immensely.

An ancestor-level person, how could you allow you to declare war like this, let alone a pavilion master as behemoth as the Wind Thunder Pavilion.

After today, Meng Bufan will be endlessly hunted down by the Wind Thunder Pavilion.

Mo Li smiled slightly, this is really Meng Bufan's character, he will never hide anything.

And, walk the talk.

Meng Bufan looked at the top of his head, and the wind and thunder sword in his hand was pointing, as if it was Meng Changsheng who was thousands of miles away.

He muttered, "I know you're watching, come and kill me, end your more than twenty years of fear!"

The Wind and Thunder Sword was put away, and the huge Wind and Thunder Wings were also put away, and he slowly fell to the ground and walked towards Mo Li.

"What's your name?"

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind him.

Meng Bufan's footsteps paused: "My name was Meng Yanwen before, and now my name is Meng Bufan!"

Bai Qianleng's expression was complicated, and a trace of softness flashed in his eyes: "A gentleman of words, gentle as a jade......"

He recalled that on that mountain, he asked Meng Fanchen, who he admired the most, what name he would give to the little junior brother who was about to be born, Meng Fanchen smiled: "If it is a boy, it will be gentle, if it is a girl, it will be sassy." ”

Words are gentlemen, gentle as jade, and boys should be gentlemen.

The sassy and heroic five-foot gun, the dawn of the first light on the military field, the girl should be self-reliant.

These two names are Meng Fanchen's most heartfelt wishes for his heirs.

However, now Meng Bufan has hatred in his heart, and he knows that he can't afford his father's hope for him, so he keeps that name in his heart.

At the same time, it is also a means of protecting yourself.

Yue Ling's voice was a little low: "What he said, is it ......?"

The hand in Baiqian's cold sleeve robe clenched slightly, and he said softly, "Go back and talk about it." ”

Yue Ling's lips pursed slightly, and she nodded.

Meng Fanchen's death twenty years ago, as well as Meng Changsheng's identity, was not a simple matter. Even Yue Ling and Bai Qianleng were extremely taboo about this matter.

Silently, Meng Bufan walked to Mo Li's side.

Mo Li smiled slightly: "You haven't told me your identity." ”

Meng Bufan seemed to point out: "You haven't said anything about you." ”

He knew that the position of the young sect master of the alliance was not something that could be easily assumed by talent and strength alone.

The two looked at each other and smiled slightly.

Both of them knew very well that each other's identities had to be hidden in the past, so they didn't have any extra thoughts.

After a pause, Mo Li said softly: "I left the alliance to find me in the future, we haven't had a good chat for a long time." ”

Meng Bufan smiled faintly and didn't speak, he knew what Mo Li meant.

The person he had to deal with was Meng Changsheng, what a difficult thing it was, relying on his own words, the probability of success was almost zero.

Mo Li, as the young sect master of the alliance, can be said to represent the alliance, if he has help, Meng Bufan will be much easier.

The friendship between the two is naturally not more than to say, Meng Bufan knows that Mo Li will never be alienated from him because of Meng Changsheng, the great enemy, but Mo Li is just the opposite, he is worried that Meng Bufan will deliberately cut off contact with him in order not to implicate him.

Meng Bufan said softly: "More than twenty years ago, Meng Changsheng shot at my parents, when I was just born, my mother was in a weak state, and in order to protect me in the baby state, the two of them couldn't fight with all their strength, and finally desperately saved me." ”

Mo Li was a little silent, how similar this was to his experience.

It's just that he's better, and his parents are still alive.

Meng Bufan's voice was not hidden, and the rest of the disciples who were close to the alliance heard this shocking inside story.

Mo Li's face was calm, and he said lightly: "It should be killed." ”

As for who should be killed, the people knew very well in their hearts.

Chen Yun and Li Motian glanced at each other and shrugged helplessly.

No matter what Mo Li's choice was, they would only support it, even if it was possible to oppose the behemoth of the Wind Thunder Pavilion.

......

Wind Thunder Pavilion.

In the main hall, there was silence.

In front of the light curtain, several powerful figures were silent, but their flickering gazes showed that in addition to the unrest in their hearts.

What the junior said, even as the high-level of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, were shocked.

"Find him. ”

An old voice sounded out of thin air in the hall, and then there was no movement.

Only the people in the hall were left silent, not knowing what they were thinking.

Finally, a middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "No matter what, the Wind Thunder Sword and the Wind Thunder Wings will be recovered, if this 'Bu Fan' is really Fan Chen's heir, it should be my disciple of the Wind Thunder Pavilion." ”

Everyone nodded.

It's just that if the "Bufan" is recovered, what will happen to it, everyone is not clear.

......

The pillars of light in the sky do not stop because of these things, they are still falling.

Among the few people left, there were no more people from the Eight Great Tianjiao and above, so the battle on the arena was a bit boring to watch.

Fortunately, there aren't many of these battles.

After a few battles, everyone finally completed three battles.

With the addition of Meng Bufan, there are a total of seven people who directly get the quota.

The remaining three places have to be picked out from several people who have won two and lost one, and as for the rules, it is naturally a battle.

So in the end, it's simple to pick out the three people.

Yue Ling, Zhou Guangli and Chen Yun.