Looking at Yan Mengmeng who was sleeping over there, Ning Fengzhi shook his head, sighed lightly and sighed: "She, after all, is still a child!" ”

These words were especially unpleasant to the ears of everyone.

only knows that Yan Mengmeng is very strong, but who remembers that she is actually the youngest of everyone.

Love, love.

For the sake of a Pingshui meeting, people who have some good feelings can confront the strongest martial spirit hall in the mainland.

If it were anyone here today who died, who would have done that.

What will she do?

The answer already existed in everyone's hearts.

After that, it was Ning Fengzhi's arrangement.

Those students, including Wang Xiaoqin, were all brought back to New Oriental College by reminiscing about the past, along with Shao Xin and Gou Deqiang.

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Dugu Bo and Zhao Wuji stayed here, paying attention to the movements of the Martial Spirit Palace.

……

At the same time, the Wuhun Palace.

Bibi Dong was anxiously waiting.

In the past two days, she has been studying everything about Yan Mengmeng all the time.

Even laid a net here.

In the face of a god, she didn't dare to have the slightest luck.

However, she knew too little about Yan Mengmeng, and she didn't even know the name, but she did understand that before she understood, Yan Mengmeng was not dressed in black, but saw Wang Dazhui become like this after his death.

Now things are a little simpler, maybe the positive can't beat God, but the other is not necessarily.

Like what...... Poison of this kind.

……

The next day, Yan Mengmeng woke up full of energy.

After yesterday, there was no more oppressive feeling.

The whole person has become much more refreshed.

Then I learned that the students had already gone back, and I should go to the Martial Spirit Hall to see the situation.

The three-day appointment has arrived.

Those people still have to die.

Yan Mengmeng has already figured it out, things must have a result.

When is the time for retribution, what puts down the butcher's knife and becomes a Buddha on the ground.

It's just an excuse for hypocrites.

There is revenge and revenge, and there is revenge and injustice, and this is the case with heavenly principles.

Whatever cause you plant, you have to bear what you want, and the other people who died under the hands of the Wuhun Hall have nothing to do with Yan Mengmeng, she only does what she has to do, not to avenge others or anything, but to understand the thoughts in her heart.

Who in this world doesn't have a few lives in their hands?

Even Tang San and the others killed people in the original book, so why can't they think about it?

……

After that, Yan Mengmeng simply cleaned up.

Opened the second form of light - Chengying!

The whole person once again put on that set of pitch-black soul power coats, and now Yan Mengmeng is like wearing a night suit in broad daylight.

There are also ten black soul rings, which are particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

The others couldn't see anything unique about this, but Sword Douluo could feel it clearly.

Now that this little apprentice is probably already surpassing himself.

The power of this sword is much stronger than before.

Even the killing qi on the sword was not weaker than his own Seven Killing Sword.

Yan Mengmeng simply explained this form to everyone, and gave it a name, just called - Black Absolute !

The most troublesome thing to choose a name or something, or to borrow from others quickly.

Bidding farewell to everyone, Yan Mengmeng took the Chengying Sword and began to go to the destination.

At this time, in the Martial Spirit Hall of that small city, Bibi Dong and the Chrysanthemum Pass Ghost had been waiting for a long time.

Yan Mengmeng slowly landed with the Chengying Sword, staring at Bibi Dong in front of her, waiting for her answer.

Unexpectedly, Bibi Dong actually found those people.

At this moment, those people were in the place where the Heavenly King's sledgehammer died, and they were all tied up here by Bibi Dong.

Roughly speaking, there were more than 20 people.

Among the more than 20 people, almost all of them are higher than Wang Dazhu's cultivation.

After scanning for a week, Bibi Dong spoke: "Your Highness, I don't know if you are satisfied with this answer?" ”

Yan Mengmeng turned her head, looked at her with a smile on her face, nodded, and then asked, "Let's talk?" ”

These words were just what she wanted, and immediately dispersed the two ghosts and ghosts of Chrysanthemum Guan behind her.

Then lead Yan Mengmeng to the place set up in advance, a small meeting room, but it is still very clean and tidy.

After coming in, Yan Mengmeng looked at her and said slightly: "I have seen an acquaintance of yours, his name is Yu Xiaogang, do you know him?" ”

As soon as Yan Mengmeng said this, she obviously felt Bibi Dong's delicate body shocked, and then her face changed dramatically and looked at Yan Mengmeng.

But soon she eased up, smiled slightly, covered up the abnormality just now, and responded to Yan Mengmeng: "Haha, I know, of course I know, he was still an elder in my Martial Spirit Hall before." ”

Yan Mengmeng: "Oh, that's fine. ”

Saying that, Yan Mengmeng directly threw the Chengying Sword in his hand outward, and the sound of sword qi breaking through the air remembered that at this time, the people who were brought by Bibi Dong outside did not die under Yan Mengmeng's sword.

They didn't even make a sound before they lost their lives.

Where Yan Mengmeng and Bibi Dong were, they could only hear the sound of someone falling to the ground.

"Knock~"

Bibi Dong naturally knew what Yan Mengmeng had done, and she didn't care.

When he remembered it for the last time, the Chengying Sword returned to Yan Mengmeng's hand.

Yan Mengmeng looked at Chengying, who was not stained with blood, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, you have no opinion on doing this, right?" ”

Bibi Dong nodded with a wry smile, then picked up the tea prepared in advance, handed it to Yan Mengmeng, and said, "Of course not, the scum of my Wuhun Hall who bullied ordinary people should have been punished a long time ago." ”

Of course, Yan Mengmeng knew that she was uncomfortable, and killing her dog in front of her was a slap in the face.

But Yan Mengmeng doesn't care, if you have strength, you can do whatever you want!

Expressionlessly took the tea she handed over, Yan Mengmeng took a sip lightly, then looked at her, and continued: "Even if the matter of Wang Dazhui is over, now let's talk about the two people around you who shot at me!" ”

At this time, Bibi Dong smiled: "I'm afraid I can't talk about this, Yueguan ghosts, do it!" ”

Yan Mengmeng: ???

Just as they were wondering, the two of them once again cast the previous polar static realm, just outside the door.

Yan Mengmeng knew it before, but she didn't care about it.

But what about them?

Why do it yourself?

Yan Mengmeng looked at them motionlessly, waiting for their next move.

Until Bibi Dong in front of him turned on the martial spirit, Yan Mengmeng knew where their confidence was.

A pitch-black spider appeared directly behind her, and there were nine soul rings on her body that were constantly rotating and flickering.

Among them, the red soul ring was particularly eye-catching, and Yan Mengmeng still felt a familiar aura on it, but she didn't think about it for a while.

Compared with this, Yan Mengmeng cares a little more about the problems on her body, and it stands to reason that ordinary poison is useless to her at all.

Even if it is the strange poison in the world, Yan Mengmeng does not have such a strong feeling.

It was as if the soul was restricted, and the body was a little out of control.