"Hahahaha! Why don't you run again! Hide again! Block me again!" Meng Siao kicked the Canglan River fifteen or sixteen feet away, and his body was almost ghostly and followed, "I'll tell you, the young master hit you to give you face, don't give you a face!"

As he spoke, his right hand patted the right cheek of Canglan River, which was lucky not to be dented, and his left hand punched out, opening twenty zhang away, and the five-clawed divine dragon that was originally blasted out by Canglan River with the "Divine Fighting Technique" sealed the forest with ice, and the whole thing was blasted into powder.

The "Broken Phoenix Palm", an ancient combat skill that can be continuously advanced by devouring other martial arts, will be doubled in power the more it is used.

Before, after refining the medicinal power, the gentlemen and the thugs had studied with each other in order to adapt to their current cultivation and strength. Meng Wushao's last move of "breaking the phoenix's palm", the superimposed strength, can even fight against Liu Gang, a strong man in the Condensation Realm who has cultivated the Liu family's "King Kong is not bad".

At this time, this set of ancient battle skills that had been promoted to the emperor rank had been used by him to the end, and every move that was blasted out could seriously injure ordinary Condensing Realm monks, and even some Condensing Realm cultivators who had also cultivated powerful exercises had to avoid its edge.

If Meng Siao wants to kill Canglan River just like this, now he only needs to blast out the last few moves against this big Chu and little marquis who is already at the end of the strong crossbow, even if there is Yao Lao guarding him, he will also be beaten alive by Meng Wushao.

But this is clearly unrealistic.

If he killed Canglan River like this in full view of everyone, not only would he anger the Hongwu Emperor of Great Chu, bring war between the two countries, and start a war, but even his own Shengming Emperor, His Majesty, would never forgive him, even if he was one of the last two grandchildren under the old man's knees.

However, Meng Wushao did not have any intention of killing this Canglan River.

He also expects to block the road from this old and young man in the future to rob and reap benefits, and fishing with all his might has never been Meng Wushao's style.

Therefore, now, while he continues to tease and humiliate the heavily injured Canglan River, he is casually blasting his increasingly powerful moves towards other places.

The nearby grass, trees, mountains and rocks can be described as blood mold that has been poured for eight lifetimes, and it was exploded by Meng Wushao's spiritual power that was stronger than a wave, and it was shattered and shattered.

The shaking of the earth, from this moment on, has not stopped.

The Chijin people, who were fortunate not to be involved in this battle, are about to look stupid at this time.

Wanyan Lie only felt an indescribable bitterness in his mouth, he boasted of his unparalleled talent, and his cultivation was the non-transmission of the Wanyan Imperial Family, and he was accepted as a disciple by the great master of Chijin since he was a child, and he was carefully taught, whether it was the wisdom of the city or the absolute force, he was the first-class storage of the younger generation of Chijin.

In Chijin, he is the pride of the sky, and he is the existence that all his peers should look up to for a lifetime.

However, this time he led the Chijin delegation to Dali to participate in the Yanshan Spring Hunt, thinking that it would be an easy thing for him to add a genius spirit master of the "Heavenly Spirit Clan" to defeat Da Chu and Da Li, take the leader for Chijin, and complete the task assigned by his father.

However, at this moment, he realized that the eagle that had been soaring on the grassland had only been soaring in his own world. The grassland of Chijin is just a deeper and bigger well for him, and he, a genius who calls himself an eagle, is just closer to the mouth of the well than the frogs at the bottom of the well.

After all, he was just one of those who sat in the well and watched the sky.

Da Chu, the youngest genius of the little marquis Canglan River, has shown that both his cultivation and his techniques are far above him.

Wan Yanlie had always felt that most of the rumors and information about the Canglan River were made up by him or the noble circle of the Great Chu, just to help him accumulate popularity and help the Great Chu suppress the young Junyan of other dynasties.

However, the facts he witnessed with his own eyes told him that what Canglan River showed was even on top of his rumors and miracles!

This is a veritable "miracle child", a demonic figure that has been rare to see in the Central Continent for thousands of years, a peerless genius destined to have great achievements and great creations, and the strongest opponent who can lead Da Chu in the future and fight against him really and right!

From this time of the Great Departure Spring Hunt, they should have become opponents in fate!

Yes, if there is no this Meng Tiance's younger brother Cun zài-

"Accept it or not! Accept it! Your sister, pretending to be dumb, is this unconvinced and unconvinced? I sue you, Canglan River, you are giving a shame on your face!" Meng Wushao slapped Canglan Jiang's whole person like a spinning top, and before he staggered to his feet, his backhand was another slap in the face, "For the sake of being an envoy sent by Da Chu, the young master will give you Emperor Hongwu face and not kill you, but it doesn't mean that the young master can't beat you so that you can't take care of yourself, you know!"

He looked back at the Great Chu Monk who had been beaten and knelt down by his side, snorted contemptuously, and said: "You turtle king bastards, all of them have been remembered by the young master, you and you waste little marquis can save your life, that is the young master giving you the face of the Great Chu Emperor! Go back and sue him, he owes the young master a big favor this time, tell him to remember, I don't know when the young master will pay him back!"

The monks of Da Chu suddenly heard a burst of internal injuries, and several loyal and patriotic people even spit out a few mouthfuls of old blood one after another.

Fuck you! Beat us members of the mission into such virtues, and dare to ask us to be grateful, and besides, even dare to fucking say that Hong Wu's majesty owes him a big favor because of this! Favor your sister! You still want to be fucking shameless! Bastard Wang Bada leaves, do you dare to be more fucking shameless?

"And you, Canglan River, remember, your life was rewarded to you by the young master, and you also owe the young master a big favor. Meng Siao ignored the reactions of these Great Chu monks, turned his head, squatted down, and smiled and sorted out the broken clothes for Canglan Jiang, who was already half broken and couldn't stand up, "Friendly reminder, the young master's favor is calculated with interest, and half a day of profit, how about it, isn't it very fair and fair, and Tong Su is not bullied?"

Fair you sister!

Justice to your sister!

Tong Suo doesn't bully your sister, your sister, your sister!

You wait for me, and when I go back this time to heal my injuries, I will definitely make you regret what you did today for the rest of your life!

Even if I can't kill you for the time being, I want you to pay a hundredfold and a thousandfold price for the humiliation you inflicted on me today!

Canglan Jiang was already completely insane, even if Yao Lao was in this situation, he still did not hesitate to consume his soul power, and he could not suppress the infinite killing intent in his heart that erupted like a volcano.

Meng Siao smiled at him with an incomparably resentful gaze, ignored it, stood up, and looked at the red gold side where Wan Yanlie was.

Looking at the girl with a white veil next to Yan Lie, and the three powerful emperor-rank demon beasts behind her, Meng Wushao's face once again showed a smiling smile: "Yes, it is really from the legendary 'Strongest Spirit Master Clan in the Central Continent', so quickly rebelled against the Night Bat King and gathered the three emperor-level demon beasts." ”

After a pause, his eyes looked up and down at this "Heavenly Spirit Clan" girl with malicious intentions, and his mouth "tsk" twice, looking like he was not good at death: "Anyway, isn't the quality of your 'Heavenly Spirit Clan' diet not very good, looking at your development, it seems to be a little small——"

As he spoke, he turned his head and warned the crowd: "This paragraph, you have all given me amnestics, and no one is allowed to tell Shishi, otherwise, be careful of the young master's methods!"