How could she not be dead!

Fan Yu couldn't even maintain the most basic calm, and his expression was distorted.

"Xiaoyou's appearance, he got a big chance in the mysterious secret realm, right?"

"I didn't see it by chance, but I met a monk named Styx in the secret realm of mysteries, it is said that he used to be the first person in the cultivation realm, but it's a pity that he asked his resurrected lover to do a lot of hurtful things, and now he is dead."

Shen Ping'an's words were troubled, but Fan Yu's face was pale.

The Venerable of the Nights is dead?

Could it be that Shen Ping'an really has such ability?

His complexion changed and distorted for a long time, and finally relied on his strong willpower to calm down.

It doesn't matter, Shen Ping'an went to the Mystery Secret Realm voluntarily, he just added a fire, no wonder he.

Fan Yu kept comforting himself in his heart.

And Shen Ping'an, isn't it okay!

"The Mystery Secret Realm has been destroyed, and the Mystery Opportunity naturally cannot continue, and I think there are other selection criteria for the Mengzhuo True Venerable Society."

Fan Yu barely smiled, but this smile was distorted on his face.

Shen Ping'an looked at Fan Yu's reaction with interest.

Look at him like this, I guess the dark night is his dependence.

She didn't care whether Fan Yu wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone, or how, she only knew that Fan Yu's plan had already failed.

"You're here for the son of the True Venerable of Mengzhuo?"

It was Kang Chenyang, who looked at Shen Ping'an with a strange expression.

"That's right."

Shen Ping'an nodded and generously admitted.

She was indeed very curious about the son of Meng Zhuo Zhenzun.

"If that's for that, I can introduce you to it."

Kang Chenyang breathed a sigh of relief, if it was someone else, he really couldn't help it, but Meng Zhuo Zhenzun, then he did have a way.

"Do you know Meng Zhuo Zhenzun?"

Shen Ping'an was curious.

Kang Chenyang doesn't look like he knows any big guys!

Mainly because Kang Chenyang was too miserable.

It's completely like a powerless and powerless casual cultivator.

"The emperor still has a few poor relatives." Kang Chenyang smiled bitterly, obviously unwilling to talk more.

After all, it's not a decent thing to do.

Fan Yu's face was even more ugly, he didn't even dare to stay longer, and hurriedly left.

Kang Chenyang said that he would do it, and took a few people straight to Meng Zhuo Zhenzun's mansion.

"What is your relationship with him?"

Tang Hao struggled for a long time, and finally couldn't help but open his mouth with a complicated expression.

How long has Shen Ping'an been abandoned!

You must know that in those seven years, Shen Ping'an didn't have any friends!

In her world, there is only him.

And now it's only been a long time, and there are more people around Shen Ping'an?

"You said Fan Yu."

"I met by chance."

Shen Ping'an said casually.

"He also gave you the elixir, right?"

Tang Hao gritted his teeth.

Shen Ping'an looked at Tang Hao with a strange expression, "Why do you think Fan Yu will give me the pill?" ”

"Who gave it to you? That's a six-grade elixir! ”

Tang Hao didn't believe that Shen Ping'an had the ability to independently refine such an elixir, but if it wasn't given by Fan Yu, could there be anyone else?

Are there other men around her?

In an instant, Tang Hao's heart was full of sour emotions.

How could she not love him?

Neuropathy.

Shen Ping'an glanced at Tang Hao and looked puzzled.

Can't it be that she refined it herself?

It's just an elixir, can't you just rub it casually?

It's as if it's so hard!

She didn't bother to talk to Tang Hao, so she simply kept silent.

But is there something wrong with the Son of Luck?

Shen Ping'an felt the slight change in the wisp of luck, and suddenly couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

So what did Tang Hao make up in his brain!

No matter what Tang Hao made up in his head, Meng Zhuo Zhenzun's mansion has arrived.

Although Kang Chenyang is a poor relative, he is also a poor relative of Meng Zhuo Zhenzun, and after he handed out a sign, Menzi quickly let him go.

"It's really useless, so I can only mix it up and let us go through the side door."

Shen Xue'er looked at Kang Chenyang, who was low-eyebrowed, and couldn't help muttering.

When did she suffer such a grievance!

Wherever she goes, she has to open the door to greet her!

Walking through the side door?

When are they?

The slave who led the four looked at his nose and nose, and no matter what the four said, he should not have heard it.

It was only a matter of moments before they met the disciple of Meng Zhuo Zhenzun.

"Which of you is Kang Chenyang?"

The disciple looked the four of them up and down, and finally his gaze fell on Tang Hao, with contempt in his eyes.

"I'm Kang Chenyang."

Kang Chenyang hurriedly took a step forward and smiled cautiously at the man.

"You said that there is a divine doctor who can cure the illness of the little junior brother?"

The disciple looked at Kang Chenyang again.

It's too ordinary.

It's no different from mortals.

It's probably an excuse to fight the autumn wind again, and the master is really too kind-hearted and indulges these people.

It's all raw to feed these people's appetites!

The disciple didn't believe that an inconspicuous monk like Kang Chenyang could have friends who could cure the little junior disciple well, so he didn't pay attention to the four of them at all.

"Miss Shen has a wonderful hand, I don't know if I can let Miss Shen give it a try......"

Kang Chenyang tried his best to control even the slightest change in the expression on his face, for fear that he would accidentally annoy this disciple.

"Whispering like a dog."

Shen Xue'er muttered quietly.

This Kang Chenyang really has no bones at all, pure cheap skin!

What is the difference between him and a dog?

Like a dog indeed.

When the male disciple heard Shen Xue'er's words, he also felt that Kang Chenyang's appearance was really like a dog, and he couldn't help but smile.

"In that case, come with me."

Kang Chenyang wiped a handful of sweat that didn't exist on his forehead and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

It's finally over.

"You don't have to."

Shen Ping'an sent a message to Kang Chenyang.

There is no need for him to be so quiet for her business, to be looked down upon, and to be evaluated like a dog by his teammates.

"The girl taught me how to practice fighting, and I just did some small things that might help the girl."

There is no inheritance of the master in casual cultivation, they all obtained the original heart method by chance, and then they crawled and rolled, and suffered from cold eyes, and the lucky ones could get what they wanted, and the unlucky ones couldn't even build the foundation.

Kang Chenyang is the one who has been crawling and rolling.

No one taught him how to practice, no one taught him how to fight, he could only figure it out on his own little by little.

Although what Shen Ping'an taught him was brief, he carefully deduced it in his spare time, and he felt that his cultivation that had not been able to progress was somewhat loosened.

What's more, he also gained so many merits because of Shen Ping'an!

With these merits, he may be able to impact Jindan!

As soon as he was distracted, he didn't have any magic weapons, and the only thing he could repay was to do some trivial things.

Nothing more than that.