"Kid looking for death!" Zhao Yizhi smirked and pounced from a distance, his hands were open and his palms were facing upward, dozens of pink mangs swam in front of him, if you look closely, you can find that each pink mang is a red thread, tied with a crystal clear embroidery needle, they are as white as jade, when the tip of the needle swings, the void ripples, it seems to be a little difficult to bear its edge, and Mengjiao yawned indifferently in the face of this kind of might, this crazy attitude completely angered Zhao Yizhi.

"Bastard! Dare to ignore me! Look at my tricks, I will bloom and ...... a hundred flowers"

A palm, when Zhao Yizhi didn't spit out the word zuihou, was stuck on his neck, and his five fingers continued to exert force, making him breathe hard, his black and white eyes instantly turned blood red, and the whole person exploded with a bang, and dozens of meters away, a figure with an arrow in the chest, with a bloody face, appeared there, and screamed: "Damn, weishenme, will you see through me?" In your memory, this guy is obviously the most dangerous person, and if Weishenme transforms into him, he can't take your life!"

"It's obviously a group of soldiers who are resentful, but they still want to peek into my heart's thoughts and become someone else's appearance to take advantage, just one or two, it's all like this. You have a look, and your form is also exquisite, but how can you imitate the momentum of an acquired martial artist? Drawing a tiger is not an anti-dog, and you are blind to the technique of killing gods!" Meng Jiao snorted coldly, pointed out with two fingers, and burst out of his energy, directly turning the other party into a blood mist and scattering, the scenery in front of him continued to distort, and when he put the light again, he saw a transparent bead the size of a soybean, floating on the black stone, emitting a hazy halo, shrouding it under his control, and below the black stone, it should have been the place where the killing god trick stayed, but at this time it was empty, as if nothing had ever appeared there, and the previous memories were all fantasies.

"The Killing God Recipe has finally been completely refined!" Meng Jiao muttered, his mind conjured up an image, appearing above the spiritual origin that had been condensed into an entity, looking at the silver, gold, and black rays in the pearl, each occupying one side, which had the meaning of three parts of the world, he knew that this was the wind god leg that he cultivated. After experiencing thousands of baptisms of resentment, not only did he completely take the killing god recipe into his own, but also purified the spirit, laying a good foundation for his future promotion, and because the killing god recipe and the spirit were integrated, the illusion would have no effect on him in the future, which could be regarded as an additional benefit.

"Without the blessing of resentment, the spiritual liliang fell from the peak of the day after tomorrow to the late stage of the day after tomorrow, but the realm has been improved from the early stage of the day after tomorrow to the peak of the middle stage of the day after tomorrow, but the true qi is still a little worse, it seems that we should find a way in the future to get more pills and increase the total amount of true qi, so that there will be no shortcomings. ”

It was in order to solve the hidden danger of killing the gods, so he decided to retreat and practice, and now that the hidden dangers have been eliminated, Mengjiao directly dispersed his mind, regained control of his body, and slowly opened his eyes, the first thing is to look at the electronic calendar hanging on the wall, and when he saw the time on it clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief, "I obviously feel that it has been a long time, but it is only one night, it is really incredible! The ancients had 'retreat for thousands of years, only for the heavenly immortals', it can be seen that my realm is still far away." ”

"Becoming an immortal, that's just a legendary thing, I'm a mortal, how can we have such an opportunity. A voice sounded abruptly at the door of the bedroom, making Mengjiao's eyelids jump, looking towards the source of the sound, but saw the dean of the martial arts academy, holding the toothpick, leaning against the door frame, the whole person was full of lazy and decadent atmosphere.

"Dean'......"

"Don't call the dean, you can't afford it! My surname is Song Mingke, you can call Brother Song." Song Ke smiled faintly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he shot out a breathtaking essence, "To be able to teach such an excellent disciple, the master of Brother Meng, is really a good means, if my guess is correct, he is the 'Martial Arts Alliance Master' who has no end in sight!"

"Ah, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance!" Meng Jiao exclaimed, looking at Song Ke triumphantly, as if he had everything under his control, and almost didn't laugh at his belly.

From the beginning of the post, Mengjiao has already thought about it, the so-called' The hidden identity of the leader of the martial arts alliance, for ordinary people, may be very mysterious, but for the real high-level, it is only a matter of minutes to know, those powerful people in Kyoto, the reason why they sent their nephews here, and did not tell them this secret, is to test their observation, as the dean of the local martial arts academy, the post bar is their own backyard, I want to know who made the statement and left the post, but it is just a matter of moving my fingers, but I am young, even if I tell the truth, I am afraid that no one will believe it, so there are people behind him, it has become inevitable, but he didn't expect that after he was really found out, he didn't say it, on the contrary, people took the first step to tell this, and invisibly, the things that didn't exist were rendered a little more real.

"Send ...... The eldest brother said with a smile, where do I have any masters, but I have studied diligently and diligently to achieve today's achievements. Mengjiao snorted haha, his eyes couldn't help rolling, and he had a weak expression of being a thief, but Song Ke thought that he guessed correctly, and completely sat down on the fact that the other party had a mysterious master, strode forward, pulled up Mengjiao on the bed one step at a time, and kept looking at him, and after a long time, he said: "What a good seedling!" The skin is tough and elastic, it can be seen that the physical defense is not weak, and the explosiveness is not bad, in just a few months, he has grown from a mountain village child who is familiar with martial arts to an early martial artist, who can offend the young master of the first big family in Suzhou and Hangzhou City for the sake of the same village, and go straight to the enemy camp in front of the peak martial artist of the day after tomorrow without falling behind, in terms of qualifications, in terms of cultivation, all of them are top, no wonder he can be accepted as a disciple by that strong man, even when I see you, I can't help but feel a little moved!"

"Brother Song said with a smile, I really don't have a master!" Meng Jiao blinked, his face was innocent, and at the moment he raised his head, two points of essence appeared in the depths of his pupils, although it was fleeting, but it was seen by Song Ke, which made his face change greatly for a while, and exclaimed: "The eyes give birth to the eyes of heaven, this is a skill that can only be realized by the first glimpse of the innate realm, you are only in the early stage of the day after tomorrow, how to condense the spirit into substance?!"

Mengjiao was shocked in his heart, and admired himself even more for the plan to refine and kill the gods, it seems that the quantity has been reduced, but the quality has been improved by countless grades, does this mean that he already has the hardware to become a powerhouse in the innate realm, as long as he sees the road ahead and keeps forging ahead, everything will be ready!

After Song Ke finished shouting, he looked at Mengjiao's eyes, which became more and more strange, and he became more and more affectionate than at the beginning, pulling him without saying a word, walking all the way down the stairs and towards the gate of the academy.

"Brother Song, what are you doing here? I really don't have a master!" Meng Jiao still emphasized.

"It's just the two of us here, what are you pretending. Song Ke turned his head and said seriously: "Originally, I thought that I could teach a disciple like you to be definitely a powerhouse in the innate realm, but seeing your spiritual power condensed into an entity, I realized that I underestimated him, your master is definitely a late congenital stage, or even an innate peak existence! He is not here, he wants to come to practice outside, take a walk, I invite you to go outside for breakfast, if something happens in the academy in the future, you can come to my brother, don't treat me as an outsider! When your master comes back, don't forget to introduce me!"

(I have a cold, I am dizzy, I can't think of anything in my head, after these two chapters, I feel water, I get an injection at night and sleep well, I hope I can get better tomorrow)