Cheng Xue fell heavily to the ground, and there was a fishy smell in his throat.

The chaotic beast shook step by step, ran to Cheng Xue, shook his head proudly, and then aimed his mouthparts at Cheng Xue's chest.

I couldn't see all this snow, so I could only defend as much as I could in the chaotic sound.

The arrogant Ranlite Beast has been completely enraged by Cheng Xue, and its spiritual power and evil qi are the foundation of its survival.

In Cheng Xue's mind, the wolf mosquito beast smelled a thick and pure evil aura, and only an evil god could have such a pure evil aura.

In addition, there is pure spiritual power.

For this wolf and mosquito beast, Chengxue can be regarded as a delicacy from heaven.

Cheng Xue clutched her stomach, stood up with pain, and listened quietly.

The heavy breathing of the chaotic beast made Cheng Xue realize how huge his enemy was, and the sound of thunderous footsteps made Cheng Xue feel the danger of approaching step by step.

In the last step, the mouthparts of the wolf mosquito are about to pierce Cheng Xue's chest.

In an instant, Cheng Xue used the snow word trick to freeze the mouthparts of the wolf and mosquito beast.

This situation only lasted for a moment, and the mouthparts of the wolf and mosquito beast quickly broke through the blockade of ice and snow and stabbed Cheng Xue's chest.

In that moment, Cheng Xue was desperate.

He knew he was doomed.

However, at that moment, his spiritual power was instantly abundant, and the snow word technique was revitalized, and the cold wind, mixed with the ice and snow, wrapped the wolf and mosquito beast in ice.

The people hiding in the inn cheered.

Suddenly, Cheng Xue felt that the spiritual power was pushed away from her body, her soul was tired, and her feet were weak, and she fell down.

Coincidentally, I was caught by a person.

"Snow."

It was Zhou Meng's voice.

"Snow?"

The corners of Cheng Xue's mouth curled slightly, and she soon fell asleep with peace of mind.

When Cheng Xue woke up again, she heard the sound of weapons colliding.

When I straightened up, I realized that I could see.

It was Zhou Meng who painted Cheng Xue's regular eyes at night.

But what is the situation now?

Who is Zhou Meng fighting with? Why fight?

Cheng Xue followed the sound of bangping and saw Zhou Meng sparring with a bald cultivator.

"Senior Sister Meng, what are you doing?"

said that it was too late, and as soon as Cheng Xue made a sound, he was caught by the bald cultivator and put a broken blade on his neck.

"Put down your sword."

"You let go!" Zhou Meng spoke sharply.

"Senior, which immortal family are you, why are we worried about the river grudge?"

"No hatred or resentment, I see that your Lingtai is clear and talented, and you are accepted as an apprentice, are you willing or not?"

If the monk didn't speak, Cheng Xue thought she was a monk, but after she spoke, she heard that this was a female cultivator.

"The younger generation already has a master, is it ......?"

"I don't care if you have a master or not, when you see me, I will be your master."

This nun spoke categorically, and there was no room for negotiation at all.

"Bald! That's my junior brother! I'm Zhou Meng of the Dingfeng Sect, you can think about it, don't rob me of someone, otherwise, you've heard rumors about me."

"The Wind Determination Sect? Isn't it also a rotten sect that does nothing? Such a good disciple, if you put it in your Dingfeng Sect, it is a waste of seedlings. Lay down your sword, or I'll slaughter this boy!"

Zhou Meng held his sword tightly, but he didn't dare to step forward, "Bald, you said you wanted to take him as an apprentice, and you still want to kill him?"

"If you can't get it, you will destroy it, such a good baby, if you can't become my disciple, you will become a rotten monk again. Lay down your sword!"

Cheng Xue was not afraid, he firmly believed that Senior Sister Meng's skills would not be under this person, so there was no need to worry.

However, Zhou Meng put down his sword and said helplessly, "Okay, then you have to let me say goodbye to my junior brother."

The nun's dagger hadn't been put down yet, and it was obvious that she was very wary of Zhou Meng, "Unload the mana of Zhou's body."

Cheng Xue gritted her teeth and shook her head.

Zhou Meng did as the female cultivator requested, and unloaded the mana around her body.

To Cheng Xue's surprise, Zhou Meng didn't have much mana unloaded.

It can be seen that Zhou Meng has consumed a lot of spiritual power.

Cheng Xue looked at the chaotic beast that turned into powder on the side, and felt his abundant spiritual power, and knew that his dream senior sister's spiritual power was probably spent on these two things.

also has his own glasses, if you want to connect the glasses on the green silk with your mind, you also need spiritual power to sew them.

"Okay, I'm a mortal now, can I say a few words to my junior brother?"

Cheng Xue has never seen Zhou Meng compromise, never.

The dagger in the nun's hand was released, "Half a pillar of incense!"

Cheng Xue was pushed to Zhou Meng, and after Zhou Meng caught Cheng Xue, he pulled Cheng Xue back to the house.

"Why did you come down the mountain by yourself?" Zhou Meng asked.

"I, I'm coming for you."

Zhou Meng was slightly embarrassed, "You're not angry with me?"

"I'm not angry, I'm just angry, Senior Sister Meng is injured, but she doesn't tell me......

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about that. If the jellyfish hadn't found me, I wouldn't have known you came out! Thank you, Senior Sister Yu."

Cheng Xue lowered her head and asked, "So, who is this senior?"

"I don't know, but after I destroyed the Ranch Beast yesterday, a bald scoop flew out of the forest and ran away with you. Then when I see that you are wounded, let me help you heal. Of course I'll heal you! But after you've healed and you're resting, she's going to take you away again!"

"So what now?" Cheng Xue asked aggrievedly.

"I saw that the spiritual power of this cultivator is very pure, and it is almost a cultivation in the Tribulation Period, so it should not be evil. Also, she has a guqin called Buckle String, which means that she is Youxian Lin Xiao."

"Senior Lin Xiao?" Cheng Xue exclaimed, "Once a disciple of a small sect in Zhongzhou, he entered the tribulation period at the age of sixteen, but he was unable to cross the tribulation for a long time, wandered in the world, became a wandering immortal, and accumulated merits everywhere to maintain spiritual power."

"Ah, yes, yes, that's her." Zhou Meng had to admit that the local people still knew more about local things, and Mo Long's understanding of Lin Xiao was too insufficient.

"I can't beat her now, so I'm afraid you'll have to go with her. But don't worry, Cheng Xue, Senior Sister Yu's jellyfish will follow you, I will definitely find you, and besides, she will definitely not hurt you."

Cheng Xue nodded, "Mmmm, I'll follow her, and I'll wait for Senior Sister Meng to come and save me."

"Cheng Xue, when my spiritual power recovers, I will definitely find you." Zhou Meng put the dream barrier on Cheng Xue's body, "Don't do anything against her, listen to him, eat well, rest well, it's okay, remember?"

"Uh-huh, remember."

"Go ahead."

Cheng Xue arrived at Lin Xiao's side and stood obediently.

"Call Master." Lin Xiao said coldly.

Cheng Xue looked at Zhou Meng. Zhou Meng nodded slightly.

"Master, Master."

"Okay, now I am your master, remember, your master's sword number is buckled, and if you say it, everyone in the world will give you three points of face."

"Yes, Master Strings."

"Let's go, get on the road."

Zhou Meng watched Lin Xiao take Cheng Xue away, and shook his head helplessly, "This world is really chaotic, everyone has it!" There are also those who force others to become apprentices."

Mo Long: "You're always nervous and twilight turns into snow, Lin Xiao told you to put down your weapon, you really let it go!"

"So what can I do? The spiritual power is gone, is there anyone here who hates me, and you don't have spiritual energy, what can I do?"

"As long as you are calm, I can be invincible."

Zhou Meng shrugged his shoulders and admitted that he was incompetent, "No way, it's about Chengxue, I'm not calm."

Come down."

Mo Long: "Don't let the Paper Man be your weakness, it's outrageous."

"It's his setting that's too strong, okay. It doesn't matter, he's just the one."

Mo Long: "I hope I don't spoil a pot of porridge because of a mouse droppings."

"You're a rat. Don't think about it, hurry up and get down to business, recover your spiritual power, and head into Mocheng!"

Mo Long: "To recover your spiritual power, you need to recruit black."

Zhou Meng: "It's not easy."

Zhou Meng walked to the inn, stretched out his hand and pulled the proprietress out, sniffed on someone's collarbone, and then shook it off casually, "The charm is gone."

Then he grabbed the dishwasher and whispered in someone's ear, "Just because of you, you also want to hook up with the cultivators of the Dingfeng Sect?"

Then, Zhou Meng lifted the wedding wine jar that the proprietress had treasured for ten years.

The hostess is a good person, although she has a good demeanor, but she treats the guests with sincerity.

The guest officers couldn't get used to Zhou Meng's style, and they held their breath one by one, but they knew that they were probably not the opponent of this cultivator, so they could only endure it. Chinese Net

Dissatisfaction, anger, and frustration filled the air, and the dragon began to regain his psionic energy.

Zhou Meng kept as calm as he could, allowing Mo Long to amplify his spiritual energy.

"When will you learn to store psionic energy, store a little more?" Zhou Meng asked Mo Long.

"Soon, I need you to do a lot of black."

When the spiritual power and spiritual energy were almost recovered, Zhou Meng brushed his sleeves away, and before leaving, he also took away a bottle of good wine from the proprietress .

Zhou Meng was free, so he wrote a letter to Miao, asking Miaomiao to send more people to find Cheng Xue, and explained Lin Xiao's appearance.

He traveled day and night to Mocheng.

Ji Lan Zong, in the southwest of the inland, Mocheng, in the south of Ji Lan Zong, a tributary of the Mo River flows through here, because the water flow is clear, it is called the Qing River.

The Qingjiang River flows from north to south, the river surface is not wide, the flow is gentle, and there are people on both banks.

The east bank of the river is the edge of Mocheng, and the population is not dense, but walking towards the Qingjiang River, the closer to the Qingjiang River, the more you can feel the liveliness of the Mocheng.

On the Qingjiang Bridge, people come and go.

The bridge deck is wide, allowing traders carrying burdens and palanquins of wealthy families to pass together.

After Zhou Meng stepped on the bridge, Mo Long reminded, "The smell of the Falling Sky Mirror."

"It seems that this time, it will be much smoother."

Suddenly, there was a noise of carriages and horses behind him, and a man shouted, "Get out of the way!"

Zhou Meng looked back and saw Yiba carrying a sedan chair and getting on the bridge steadily.

This is the immortal family of the Mohe Land Realm? Or is it the son of a noble man in the world?

The curtain of the sedan chair is embroidered with plum blossoms, and Zhou Meng always feels that the style of this embroidery is familiar.

Moreover, I don't know if it's because of customs, there is not a single flower in the entire Mocheng. Then the flowers on this person's sedan chair are even more abrupt.

"Oops, hey, give way!"

Zhou Meng was hit by the guards who opened the way.

However, Zhou Meng stood steadily, but the guard couldn't withstand Zhou Meng's strength, so he staggered to the ground and smashed on the sedan chair man.

For a while, there was a loud bang on the bridge, and the people in the sedan chair screamed.

"What's the matter, you can't walk steadily?"

This voice is really familiar.

When the man got out of the sedan chair in embarrassment, Zhou Meng saw it at a glance.

"Who! Dare to stand in my way!"

The man looked around, and Zhou Meng pierced into view.

"Zhou Zhou Zhou, Senior Sister Zhou. You, you, you, how did you get to Mocheng?"

Zhou Meng pretended to smile gently: "Lady Guan, don't come unharmed. What kind of wind blew you to Mocheng?"