Shi Feng was in front, and Qiu Long and the Six Hall Lords followed closely.

"Sample, dare to walk side by side with me, go behind. Qiu Long pulled the Sixth Hall Lord with both hands and pushed him behind him.

"Yes, yes!" said the six hall lords with a look on their faces.

Shi Feng inexplicably felt that where he was standing just now, he was acting as usual, but after taking a few steps forward, there was an inexplicable resistance blocking him.

However, looking at the spatial particles in front of him, there is nothing abnormal.

"Qiu Long, do you have any abnormal feelings?" Shi Feng turned around and asked Qiu Long.

"Seems to be an invisible resistance, isn't it, master?"

"Well, but there is nothing abnormal about the spatial particles!" Shi Feng looked at the spatial particles in front of him a little strangely.

"Master, this may have something to do with our cultivation. It may be that the law of the operation of space particles judged by our cultivation is only a superficial understanding, and we do not have an accurate understanding of the real laws of the operation of space particles. Qiu Long glanced back at the Sixth Hall Lord, "Sixth Son, did you say?"

"Ah! yes, isn't it, I, I can't tell!" The Sixth Hall Lord was very strange that Qiu Long would actually ask himself a question.

"I can't tell, you won't look at that!" Qi Long grabbed the sixth hall master and pushed him to the front, "As long as your cultivation is the highest, you don't go to the front, and you are still hiding in the back." ”

"Yes, it's you, let's, let me, I'll hide behind!" the Sixth Hall Lord actually glared at Qi Long.

"I see you're turning the sky upside down! Didn't you hear your master say that you want to treat me the same as he would treat him?

"Say, just say, why, why kick me!" The sixth hall master actually walked up in front of him like a child.

"None of you can open the way, and when you get to Nai He Bridge, if you don't drink my Meng Po soup, that's not good!"

An old woman with gray hair, her face wrinkled as if carved by a knife. With a dragon's head cane in one hand and a bowl in the other, they appeared tremblingly in front of Shi Feng and them.

"You, you old woman, drink, drink your grandmother's head. Let's go, get out of the way, otherwise I'm old, I'm welcome!"

If it weren't for an inexplicable force that made him succumb to Shi Feng, he would still be the same virtue as before.

This complaint only blames Qiu Long for not educating him well.

"Yes, to respect, elders, elders, good, okay?" Meng Po's wrinkled face smiled like a chrysanthemum with a human face, saying that it was good-looking, that was nonsense.

She learned the stuttering of the Lord of the Six Halls.

"Dare, dare to learn from Lao Tzu, find, find and beat!"

Don't look at the six hall lords being honest in front of Shi Feng, in fact, his nature has not changed at all, he is still so arrogant.

He didn't know what it meant to respect the old and love the young.

It was a slap in the face of Meng Po.

"Hey, you unfilial rebel, you dare to beat the old lady!" It can be seen that this Meng Po is not a good bird.

Meng Po's figure flickered, and she easily avoided a slap from the Lord of the Six Palaces.

It can be seen that this Meng Po's cultivation is not low. Don't look at her old age, she is not slow at all.

The master of the sixth hall didn't slap Meng Po, and he hurt himself.

It can be seen how hard the six hall lords used this slap.

"Sixth son, don't move!" Shi Feng shouted.

"Yes, it's the master!" The Sixth Hall Lord immediately stood there obediently like a kitten.

"Are you really Meng Po?" Shi Feng looked puzzled.

"It's like a fake. What's wrong?Want to drink my Meng Po soup?" Meng Po squeezed out a chrysanthemum on her face.

"Didn't you want to have a soup with Meng Po as soon as you entered the Netherworld, why are you here?"

Shi Feng secretly thought, it is said that if he had to meet Meng Po on the Nai He Bridge, the water should tell him. What's more, Meng Po shouldn't have appeared here at all.

"Master, I think she thinks the soup she cooked is too delicious, so she secretly drank a bowl of it, but she was confused and didn't know what she was going to do!"

"This is my job, my mother, I am willing to give you soup there, and I want you to arrange it?" Say, whether to drink it or not!" Meng Po was holding on the dragon's head crutches with a dazzling light.

"Drink, how to say, if you don't drink, how to say!"

"Drink, I'll let you go, if you don't drink, I'll beat you back to the sun!"

"Yes, yes!" Qiu Long actually applauded, "I haven't been to the Yang Realm yet, and I can't find my way to go if I want to, thanks to your help!"

"You, are you a dragon?" Meng Po suddenly pointed at the dragon in surprise, "How did you get here?"

"Is your uncle's name your name, why do you want to report to you here?"

But I secretly said in my heart, this old woman actually knows me.

"You are Qiu Long, and you have to drink my soup!" Meng Po turned her face faster than she turned a book.

"Qiu Long, you wait a minute!" Shi Feng stopped Qiu Long, who wanted to go crazy.

"Well, it's still this young man who is knowledgeable!" Meng Po squeezed out chrysanthemums on her face again.

"Meng Po, let me ask you, can your Meng Po soup really make the soul body forget everything?"

"Needless to say, my Meng Po soup is not for sale, why should it be adulterated?"

"Oh, okay! To verify if your soup is fake, I'll let a soul drink it first!"

"Who will drink?" Meng Po still had a chrysanthemum on her face.

"Sixth son, you drink a bowl first!" Shi Feng pointed at the six hall masters with his hand.

"Lord, master, I, I've drunk, want, if you don't even know you, I, what should I do?"

"It's okay, you just drink, after drinking, since you don't know anything, I tell you that I am your master, and I am not still your master?

"Yes, it's the master!" The sixth hall master actually obediently took the bowl in Meng Po's hand.

"The master is tall, it's really high!" said Qiu Long Chong Shifeng with a thumbs up.

I don't know what the reason is, the six hall masters recognize Shi Feng as the master.

If he had some purpose, it would be like Bigfoot and the Monument of Enlightenment, and he would definitely not drink it.

If he really really recognized Shi Feng as the master for some reason, he would definitely drink it.

If he drank Meng Po soup, he would completely forget that he was the soul body of the Nine Shadows Palace, which was the case where this Meng Po was real.

If this Meng Po is fake, hehe!

Qiu Long felt that Shi Feng had become a bit sinister compared to what he had.

A bowl of soup to drink, it actually has such a deep meaning!

How can Qiu Long not give a thumbs up?

The Lord of the Sixth Hall obediently put the bowl to his mouth, and just wanted to drink it, but Meng Po suddenly trembled.

"You can't drink first, you have to drink, this Shi Feng has to drink first!" At a lightning speed, Meng Po snatched the bowl from the hand of the Sixth Hall Master.

"Oh, tell me, why is that?" Shi Feng smiled.