People fear evil, but they don't respect evil, and Meng Yang has seen many wicked people since he was a child, but he has never dealt with them.

Today is the first time.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and it was not until this moment that Meng Yang understood what the old madman meant.

"Stinky boy, are you stunned or what? You dare to turn a deaf ear when Young Master Ben talks to you, dare not give Young Master Ben face, you are really bold!!"

It turned out that at that moment, a young man in fancy clothes roared and kicked Meng Yang's vest, kicking him to a stumbling ground and almost falling.

If it weren't for a burly man who helped him in time, Meng Yang, who was unaware, would have fallen in the middle of the crowd.

This big black man was not like others in the crowd at first, he got carried away when he saw the six rainbows flying, he had been silently observing Meng Yang, he always felt that this silent young man seemed to exude an inexplicable magic power, attracting his attention.

Although Meng Yang was dressed very plainly and simply, and a black chai knife with an ugly appearance was still hanging and dangling around his waist, the big man just felt that Meng Yang had something on his body that no one else had, so everyone else was looking at the vision in the sky, and he had been observing Meng Yang who was in a strange contemplation.

In recent years, he has been constantly looking for teenagers with excellent potential, and he just hopes to find more people who can help him.

Although Meng Yang does not seem to be outstanding at first glance, he has a unique eye for people.

The first time he saw Monyang, he almost saw something extremely rare in Monyang.

For example, the young man's lack of old steadiness and the agility that seems to be nothing, he has seen many ordinary soldiers in the army who have survived the battlefield, and the unique aura on their bodies is very similar to a certain aura on Meng Yang's body.

He knew that it was murderous, evil.

Just imagine, a young man with a broken firewood knife dares to come to participate in the immortal selection, and he also has the murderous aura that only a soldier who has been on the battlefield with blood, will such a young man be an ordinary person?

Such a young man, if he can follow him, in time, will definitely become a good hand that will be of great help to his career, because he has successfully cultivated several such followers over the years.

The big black man had a stubble on his face and looked rugged and bold, which made it easy to focus on his appearance and not notice the sparkle of wisdom in his eyes.

At first, the big black man had been standing in the middle of the team not far from Meng Yang, and the strange thing was that Meng Yang's observation and attention were very amazing, and he didn't realize that the big black man who was close at hand had been secretly and silently looking at and observing himself.

The scene in that strange sea of blood was still vivid, and although the text messages were still circling in Meng Yang's mind for him to see clearly, he immediately understood what had just happened.

Being kicked for no reason, and being scolded loudly, anyone will not be able to suppress the anger in their hearts, especially young people.

However, Meng Yang is not an impulsive person, today is the day of the Immortal Selection, on such a special occasion, Meng Yang does not want to cause all the efforts of cultivating immortals to be wasted.

Standing firm, gratefully breaking free from the support of the big man in the black tower, Meng Yang said softly to him, "Thank you!"

Dusting off the dust on his back with his backhand, Meng Yang turned around slowly, the tongs on his waist trembled slightly, and he saw a young man who was grinning at him and yelling at him with a sharp monkey cheek, changing the occasion and changing the time, Meng Yang would never look at such a person squarely.

Meng Yang, a rich kid like this, has seen too much, and he is basically a master who oppresses the good and the good. Nine out of ten are losers, big squirts, street rats that the poor people secretly hate.

From this guy's arrogant expression and luxurious clothes, it is not difficult to see that this guy must be from a famous family, just a "Soviet" fringed silk shirt and the long sword with three cat's eye sized rubies inlaid with the hilt in his hand are enough to make ordinary people shy away.

Meng Yang knew that this kind of tassel silk shirt was extremely expensive, it was said that the price of a blouse exceeded thirty spirit stones, no matter what the quality of the long sword was, the few rubies on the hilt of the sword were worth a lot, such a person was by no means something that Meng Yang, a poor man with no background, could provoke.

This is a world where aristocrats are unreasonable all over the world, even if the poor are reasonable, they can't match the insurmountable status of the nobles!

From childhood to adulthood, Meng Yang wandered in the pile of the poor, and saw the hateful things of countless nobles oppressing, bullying and exploiting the poor, and the reason why he was so eager to obtain great power in line with the principle of self-preservation, the reason why he became capable and old at a young age and even more cunning than some old foxes, and the reason why he was cautious and step-by-step towards the goal in his heart was precisely because he deeply realized that a poor person in this world is simply inferior to the despicable fate of an ant, which is simply a wild grass.

If you don't have a strong enough force, you will not be qualified to talk to the powerful forces on an equal footing, and you will only have the life to be slaughtered by others.

But Monyan didn't believe in fate!

There seems to be something unknown and unwilling in his veins, constantly giving birth to the faint seed of endeavor in his heart, and he has always believed that one day, the seed in his heart will take root and sprout and blossom!

But by no means now.

Meng Yang kept analyzing the person in front of him in his heart: it seems that this guy must be a child of a certain clan, otherwise he would never take the initiative to make trouble on the sacred day of the Immortal Election Day, and generally the children of such a family will have one or several highly skilled guards around him・・・・・・

As soon as he thought of this, Meng Yang immediately noticed an old man in black with a gloomy face behind this young man, and only glanced at it lightly, and Meng Yang immediately felt that there was a powerful aura hidden in the old man's body.

The strength of the old man is by no means something that Meng Yang can compete with now, and being swept away by the old man's eyes, Meng Yang only felt that his body was as if he had been scraped by a sharp blade, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

In the blink of an eye, a smile appeared on Qiang's face, and Meng Yang hugged his fists at the young man and said, "In Xia Mengyang, I don't know what to call this son?"

The corners of the young man's mouth twitched, and he said disdainfully: "What kind of sheep does this son care you are? Looking at your appearance, you are just an ordinary person with sparse qualifications, and you have wasted a number plate in vain." Don't say that Ben Gongzi didn't give you a chance, you can obediently sell the brand to Ben Gongzi now, and you can also get a certain amount of compensation, isn't it just a matter of 100 spirit stones? It just so happens that a good brother of Ben Gongzi came in a hurry and didn't make it to register, so I handed over your brand if I knew you!"

Meng Yang had a shocked expression on his face, took a step back and said: "This son, I don't know what you mean by this? Meng Yang and Your Excellency have never been masked, is there anything to offend? This is the Xianxuan number plate that I have obtained after a lot of hard work, and I will not sell it for any amount of money!"

The young man's monkey face immediately became gloomy, his eyes glared at Meng Yang like fire, and his temper was about to attack when he saw it!

At this time, the six shocking rainbows had already flown into the Fengquan Castle, and some other candidates in the team also heard the movement of Meng Yang and their side, and many people immediately came over to watch the excitement.

Before the arrogant young man could speak in a rage, Meng Yang's shoulder was slapped hard, and then a loud voice like a broken gong sounded in his ears.

"Brother, what's going on? I am most unaccustomed to seeing some kind of bullying and unlearned rats in my life, don't be afraid, I will cover you from now on, I will see who dares to touch you!!"

Meng Yang turned his head and looked, good guy, no wonder he almost didn't knock himself down with this big voice just now!

That person was the bearded black tower man who had supported him before, standing next to Meng Yang and half a head taller than him, and at this moment he was also staring at the arrogant boy with round eyes.

I probably didn't expect that all of a sudden, there was a Cheng Biting Jin who came out of the middle of the way, and the arrogant boy was obviously taken aback by the momentum of this black tower man, and unconsciously took a big step back, but he refused to accept and hissed: "Who are you・・・・・・?

As soon as these words came out, the big black man's broken gong shouted: "What are you talking about?" and stepped out towards the young man, and everyone could only hear a loud "bang!-" on the ground!

This momentum made all the onlookers impressive!

At this time, no one saw when the old man behind the young man suddenly flashed in front of him, and there was no superfluous movement, the old man just stepped out of one left foot gently, his clothes suddenly had no wind and automatic, and the black man's body suddenly trembled violently several times, he tried his best to struggle and step forward but was obviously unable to do so, at this time, Meng Yang reached out and put his hand on the black man's arm, and gently pulled.

The black man obviously didn't expect that the strength in Meng Yang's hand, which seemed to be weak, was not weaker than him, this pull actually pulled him back, and the invisible pressure released by the old man immediately reduced a lot, he turned his head and yelled at Meng Yang: "What are you doing?"

"Thank you for the eldest brother for standing up for the younger brother, but the younger brother should handle this matter himself, how about the eldest brother stand aside first?" Meng Yang said softly.

The black man didn't expect it, but when he saw Meng Yang's unfazed appearance, he snorted heavily in his nose at the moment, and glanced at the arrogant son, and then stood aside.

Feeling that he had been folded a big face, the young man jumped out from behind the old man without warning, and the long sword inlaid with gems in his hand came out of the sheath with a "dang chang", and scolded in his mouth: "Stinky boy, don't give you face, Lao Tzu will abolish you today!"

The sword light flickered, and it was already a sword in the chest that stabbed towards Meng Yang.

The incident happened suddenly, many people didn't expect this boy to dare to take the lead, what day is today, what is the occasion at the moment, is there really any background for this guy?

This sword is full of power and swiftness, and if he is stabbed in the vital point, Meng Yang will end up seriously injured even if he does not die.

Feeling the incomparable danger, almost at the moment when the young man took out the sword, the tongs had already fallen into Meng Yang's right palm, and an inexplicable violent aura boiled in his blood, and without thinking, the tongs in Meng Yang's hand drew a black afterimage, not retreating, but advancing, taking a big step, and at the same time slashing at the stabbing long sword!

Wood-chopping style!

As soon as this knife came out, the onlookers suddenly felt as if there was a boundless bloody aura suddenly filled the air, and the black and inconspicuous firewood knife actually released a powerful aura of destruction, and for a while, many people exclaimed, and many people were even staggered back by the momentum of this knife!

The big man of the Black Tower looked at him with a strange light, obviously he didn't expect Meng Yang, who was not amazing, to make such a knife technique, and he couldn't help but think a little more highly of Meng Yang!

The old man's eyes shrank suddenly, and he exclaimed, "It's not good!

Seeing that the broken firewood knife was about to fall on the gem long sword, the old man's left hand sleeve rolled up, and he actually took the boy aside in that moment, and at the same time, the sleeve of his right hand was like a poisonous snake out of a hole, and lightning also lit a little on the body of the firewood knife that was like thunder!

This point that seemed to others to be slight, but the crisp sound of "poof!" suddenly exploded in everyone's ears!

However, Meng Yang, who was the person concerned, felt that the light of the old man's sleeve was no less than a thousand pounds of hammer, and a huge force came from the wood knife, and at that moment he knew that the palm of his hand had been cracked, and that force rushed all the way up from his arm, and in an instant, he lost control of the half of the body holding the knife.

That strange and powerful energy roared like an angry lion that was desperately trying to choose people, and everywhere it went, Meng Yang's meridians and flesh were shattered, and the intense pain made Meng Yang unable to bear it anymore and let out a miserable snort.

When the fierce lion-like energy rushed to his heart and bit down, the heart-rending pain made Meng Yang feel a whirlwind of the sky, his eyes turned black, his throat was sweet, and with a "wow", he spurted out a large mouthful of black bruises, like a kite with a broken string flying into the crowd behind him!

But an unyielding faith made him cling to the handle of the flying tongs!

Don't let go, never let go, and die and don't let go!!

This time, just this time, Meng Yang was hit hard, and he didn't know how many meridians were broken, and the heart-rending pain made him not faint immediately, and a pair of thick hands caught him before falling to the ground.

Meng Yang knew that it was the big black man, and no one noticed that from time to time there was blood left on the knife handle of the flying tongs on Meng Yang's cracked tiger's mouth, and then penetrated into the black knife body along the knife handle, and the strange thing was that the blood seeped into the knife as if it had been swallowed, and there was no trace at all.

Just when he heard the black man shouting angrily, "You guys are too much!", Meng Yang, who was gradually unconscious, felt a huge suction force coming from the flying tongs, and the blood in his whole body began to flow in that direction!

What's going on? Am I going to die?