However, before he could fly out, about twenty people suddenly flew out from all directions, although all of them were at the level of divine envoys, and the highest was a junior immortal, but the ghost king still felt a dangerous aura of different colors in his state at this time.

Somehow, he found that the existence of these twenty or so divine envoys in front of him was not comparable to ordinary people, and the evil qi on their bodies alone was not what ordinary divine envoys should have.

On the surface, it seemed that Meng Yi had ignored the only remaining ghost king, but this was not just a trick that Meng Yi left for the spear of hatred.

The spear of hatred, as a sharp knife in Meng Yi's hand, how could it withstand the countless powerful enemies he would face in the future without being baptized by the bloody rain.

After Meng Yi returned to his residence, he directly hugged the girls and fell asleep, for him, there was no need to worry, if the dignified spear of hatred could not even deal with a half-dead ghost king, then how could it be called a spear of hatred.

That night, all the disciples of the Medicine King Hall were forcibly not allowed to come out, even though there was a loud sound outside, and the sound of fighting and screaming one after another, there was still no one who disobeyed the order.

Even the old farmer who was flying and domineering on weekdays had to stay in the house obediently and didn't come out, after all, he knew the reason, although he also wanted to see the fight that the king-level powerhouse saw, but he was only a late-stage immortal, and if he was not good, he was likely to be caught by the other party and used as a handle, and then the gains outweighed the losses.

Therefore, the old farmer did not disobey Meng Yi's wishes, although he had reached the peak immortal state and could break through at any time, although his blood had already been boiled by the constant screams of ghosts outside.

But he still didn't go out, he knew that his strength was not enough to stand alone, Meng Yi did this for his good, and also for the development of the entire Medicine King Palace.

When the last scream disappeared, the Medicine King Hall returned to its former quiet, and the entire sect was peaceful in the night, and after the Spear of Hatred killed the last Dolby Ghost King, it used the fastest speed to clean up the entire battlefield.

I didn't notice that there had been a dark battle for the king here, and then I also gave an order with Nuohai

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and walked towards their residence.

The next day, the morning sun was born, and the Medicine King Hall resumed its former liveliness, and it began to be busy at dawn when watching the sweeping of the mountain, but everyone seemed to be spreading this thing.

Last night, their sect master, Meng Yi, single-handedly destroyed six king-level powerhouses, and Feng Yi's role in it was directly ignored.

Rumors are always rumors, just one morning, the disciples of the entire Medicine King Hall know about this matter, after all, the sound of the fight last night in the dark can't hide everyone's ears, as for how the six king-level powerhouses were obtained, it is estimated that only the old farmer's big mouth will say nonsense.

Meng Yi pursed his lips and smiled at these rumors, he knew that his catties, if there was no Feng Yi to create a one-on-one space for him, it would be impossible to destroy the six king-level powerhouses, after all, his strength was only an intermediate-level immortal, if he really became a king one day, maybe without Feng Yi's help, Meng Yi could really destroy the six king-level powerhouses with his bare hands.

On that day, Meng Yi stretched his waist hard, got dressed in a daze and walked in one direction, while the women were still lying on the super big bed in a variety of strange shapes, it was obvious that there was probably a dark battle in this position last night, and the winner must belong to Meng Yi who has already walked out of the door.

Three days do not fall, how can you be tired overnight, Meng Yi called Yue Hui and walked towards the residence of the new hundred people, today he has something to say, for these newcomers, the first thing to do is to erase the arrogance in their hearts, after all, as the leader of the whole evil, the water people have no arrogance in their hearts, although under the influence of the powerful strength of the Medicine King Palace, the arrogance may be slightly restrained, but that is only convergence, not completely removed.

When the bell rang, Hu Xi hurriedly greeted the new hundred disciples, and within two minutes, he quickly stood in two teams and greeted Meng Yi's arrival straight.

Yue Hui followed behind Meng Yi quietly, without words, he knew that this man was probably going to go crazy.

Yes, when Meng Yi walked in front of Hu Xi angrily, everyone's hearts were cold, the master of the door fought against six king-level powerhouses last night, could it be that his brain was dizzy today, why did he lose his temper for no reason.

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"Hussi!" Meng Yi walked in a few steps in front of the panicked Hu Xi, "I didn't let you come to let them enjoy life, you see how far the sun has risen now?" “

Hu Xi pursed his eyes, Chenyang just showed half a smiling face, and said, "Door master, the sun is not very high..."

However, before he finished speaking, Meng Yi suddenly waved his arm, "It's not very high!" Do you know when the low-level disciples of our Medicine King Hall came out to cultivate. You can go and see now, not a single demigod-level disciple is still in bed, and you so-called geniuses, don't you know what it means to forget to sleep and eat, is cultivation just a word on your lips? “

"The master of the door is taught." Hu Xi nodded again and again, his expression showed a hint of panic, but Meng Yi didn't plan to stop there, and said: "Everyone follow the master of the Yue Sect to the back mountain, someone will buy you and arrange the so-called cultivation course, by the way, the six registered disciples I said last time stayed." Meng Yi's eyes swept around, and everyone began to move.

Hu Xi immediately pulled out the six disciples, and then sorted out the team again, and under the leadership of the appointment, walked towards the back mountain forest.

Guang Hao, Dong Ping, Lin Chen, Yang Ping, Lu Yun, Liu Hong.

There was a slight envy in the expressions of the six registered disciples, looking at the other is the back of the four who left, after all, they are already official disciples, but they are still just registered disciples.

The six of you come with me, Meng Yi said and walked towards the retreat room of the Medicine King Palace.

After a long time, the six registered disciples trembled into the meditation room, there was no one in the empty room of Fang Baizhang, the echo of the footsteps was very loud, and everyone was a little frightened in their hearts, what did the door master call them to come here?

"Guanghao, tell me why you want to enter the Medicine King Palace." Meng Yi said to the first person.

Guang Hao is seventeen years old this year, a powerhouse of the Sixteenth Heavens, and even in the whole world, he is a standout.

The young man's face was a little frightened, and he said in fear: "The reason why the disciple entered the Medicine King Hall is to become stronger, and after becoming stronger, he will kill all those miscellaneous things from the ghost world. Saying this, Guang Hao's eyes even had a little bloodshot in his eyes.

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