Liu Xunxiang turned around, only to see a person in a black robe appear and stand behind him at some point, and the aura in his body was pressed down by him.

"This person...."Liu Xunxiang's heart roared, when he first left home, he was rescued by a sloppy old man after being killed in the Wangpan Mountains, and then went to a major repair grave in Wangpan Mountain with the sloppy old man.

In that tomb, he saw a statue carved out of monolithic black crystal, and the appearance of the statue was exactly the same as the person in front of him.

"Senpai, you...."

Before Liu Xunxiang finished speaking, the black-robed man took off the hat that shrouded his head, revealing the face of a young man with a gentle face and pale skin.

"It's you again. Liu Xunxiang said.

This face Liu Xunxiang is no stranger, it is the black-clothed scholar who helped him three times or twice before.

The black-clothed scholar smiled at him and said, "It's dangerous to blow yourself up, so it's okay to play less." ”

Liu Xunxiang was a little inexplicably moved in his heart, this black-clothed scholar had no relatives and no reason with him, but he appeared three times and twice to help him, these kindnesses, he had to remember.

It's a pity that this time, even if he comes, he can't change anything, Liu Xunxiang has seen his methods, and guesses that his cultivation should also be in the Yunxiang realm.

But now in this scene, there is one more image realm, a three-on-three situation, and it is the innocent people who are injured.

"Senior, I appreciate your kindness, but I have made up my mind, and I don't want to add more innocent casualties. Liu Xunxiang said.

The black-clothed scholar didn't speak, just patted him on the shoulder.

Above, Emperor Song and the others looked coldly, quietly looking at the black-clothed scholar in front of them.

"Who is coming, you still don't kneel down when you see Your Majesty!" the father-in-law standing beside Emperor Song shouted.

The black-clothed scholar ignored Emperor Song and the others, but looked at the palace and said calmly: "Aren't you just waiting for me to appear, I appeared, and you haven't come out yet?"

Everyone was puzzled and looked at each other.

I saw that in the depths of the palace, a young man dressed as a Confucian stepped into the air and walked in front of everyone.

Looking at the token on the waist of the Confucian student, Ye Siran, Xinghe, and even Nangong Yixuan, Su Zhiling and others all changed their faces, and hurriedly saluted the Confucian student respectfully.

"I've met the envoy of the Sect. ”

Only Liu Xunxiang did not salute in the field, he looked at this Confucian with a strange expression.

When he was in Daqin, when he visited Wanxiong Pass for the first time, the gray crow was messing around on the street, and he met a Confucian who wanted to capture the gray crow, but was stopped by Liu Xunxiang.

That Confucian is the one who is now in the sky.

And on his waist, there was a black jade token, and Liu Xunxiang recognized the words on the token.

Ink Academy.

This Confucian scholar turned out to be a person from the Holy Land of Eternal Cultivation and the Ink Academy.

When the black-clothed scholar saw Confucius come out, a flash of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he quickly disappeared into invisibility.

"The Ink Washing Academy, just sent a junior like you?" said the black-clothed scholar.

Confucian stared at the black-clothed scholar, his eyes were full of anger, and he said word by word: "I finally found you, Meng Zheng!"

Following Confucius's words, everyone in the audience immediately looked at the black-clothed scholar.

But Liu Xunxiang found that no matter who was present at this moment, it seemed that after hearing the name Meng Zheng, they suddenly became like a great enemy, and even the Song Emperor in the sky was uneasy.

Emperor Song was uneasy!

When Wu Liang arrived before, although Emperor Song was dignified, he was not uneasy, but now after hearing the name of the black-clothed scholar, he became nervous, uneasy, and even faintly fearful.

This is what makes Liu Xunxiang feel the most incredible.

He knew that the Ink Washing Academy, so it was understandable that the monks in the field saluted him, after all, the Eternal Holy Academy, whether it was confidence or strength, was worthy of this worship.

But what is the origin of this Meng Tribulation?

Liu Xunxiang looked at Xinghe, but saw that Xinghe and the others had already left him for a few feet, and he looked guarded, while Nangong Yixuan was pale and stared at himself, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't dare.

Su Zhiling's aura vibrated even more, and he looked like he was going to do his best at any time.

"You ..... They all seem to be afraid of you. Liu Xunxiang wanted to ask, but found that no one around him dared to approach except for the black-clothed scholar, so he had to mumble in a low voice.

Meng Zai glanced at him and said, "You haven't heard my name?"

"No... Are you very famous?" Liu Xunxiang replied honestly: "But I have seen you dressed like this, that is, in the tomb of Wang Panshan.... I understand, you are the owner of Wang Panshan's doubtful grave!"

Meng Zai was dumbfounded, didn't say anything, just took a step forward casually.

However, his step made everyone present suddenly nervous, and countless divine channel methods and spiritual qi magic weapons were all sacrificed at this moment.

The eyes of everyone in the audience were all focused on this weak scholar who seemed to be powerless.

Meng Zheng ignored everyone's reactions and looked up at Emperor Song and Confucian scholars standing high in the sky.

He just stood calmly, without a trace of aura on his body, just like a mortal, his eyes were flat.

But just such an ordinary action, with a plain gaze, made Emperor Song directly disperse the golden light on his body, and even beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Liu Xunxiang looked at this scene and was shocked.

This is the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, the emperor of the quasi-supreme state, and the strongest of the Great Song Dynasty.

Even if it was Emperor Qin who came here today, I am afraid that the person who couldn't make him feel scared would be so afraid of this ordinary scholar who didn't have a trace of aura on his body so afraid?

Nangong Yixuan came over at some point, as if he saw Liu Xunxiang's doubts, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Liu, among all the people present, you don't know him.... The identity of this senior. ”

Liu Xunxiang nodded, although he had been in contact with the black-clothed scholar a few times, he didn't know anything about him, and even his name was just known.

Nangong Yixuan looked at him with admiration in his eyes.

"Brother Liu, you are really.... What a wonderful person. Nangong Yixuan didn't know what to say about him.

Su Zhiling came over and said nervously: "Little Liuzi... How do you recognize him?"

Liu Xunxiang looked dazed and said, "I... I don't know, I only know that this senior Meng has helped me a few times, but I don't know who he is. ”

Su Zhiling's eyes widened and he looked at him incredulously.

Nangong Yixuan saw that he was not lying, sighed and said, "Brother Liu, who do you think will come forward to save you in your current identity?"

"My identity?" Liu Xunxiang was stunned for a moment, and said: "What identity do I have, except for the young master of God Killing who gave the Lord to me, the personal disciple of the Fog Hidden Sect, there is only one person left who is called and beaten by everyone.... Evil cultivators?"

Seeing that he guessed, Nangong Yixuan nodded and said: "All the countries in the Eastern Regions have wanted lists, and the people who are wanted among them are different, but the only one that is unified, that is, the first on the wanted list.

The first on this wanted list is the Shangzong of the Eastern Regions, released by the Ink Academy, and the person who wants to be wanted is..."

Nangong Yixuan didn't dare to say any more, and motioned for him to look at Meng Zheng with his eyes.

"It's him. Liu Xunxiang's heart was churning again.

Cult cultivators... No. 1 on the wanted list... Ink Washing Academy Released.... Evil cultivators can't enter the Tao...

This kind of information echoed in Liu Xunxiang's mind, and he remembered the story that the sloppy old man told him in the tomb of Wang Panshan back then.

A famous scholar was forced by the monk to flee all the way to the Ink Academy, the holy place of cultivation at that time, but the Ink Washing Academy was not saved when he saw death, and he was coldly spurned, and the scholar was finally picked off by the monk.

I can't survive, I can't die, and in the end I can only slowly climb down the mountain little by little like a beggar.

A few years later, a Tianjiao was born, and was brought back to practice by the then dean of the Ink Academy, entrusted with important tasks, and even had the heart to give him the position of the next dean.

Then just when everyone was envious of this Tianjiao, this Tianjiao was murderous, with a giant python, first slaughtered the monks who humiliated him back then, and then hit the Ink Washing Academy.

With the power of one person, he overturned the entire cultivation holy land, and even carried the eighteen beats of the precept ruler of the dean of the Divine Xuan Realm without dying, causing a sensation in the entire cultivation realm.

After the scholar was injured and fled, he was never heard from again, as if he had disappeared into the cultivation realm.

Since then, there has been one less scholar in this world who is for the country and the people, and there is one more evil cultivator in the cultivation world.

"That scholar is called Meng Zheng. Nangong Yixuan whispered.

Liu Xunxiang looked at Meng Zheng's back in a daze, and muttered, "It turned out to be you...."

Meng Zheng moved his gaze to Emperor Song and said lightly: "Song Xingyuan, over the years, you have been hunting and killing my evil cultivators everywhere, both openly and secretly, and I have never said anything.

After all, what they did was indeed wrong, but today, this kid didn't do anything wrong, but you are all righteous and awe-inspiring, and you want to detain him under the guise of it, isn't it...... Some didn't take me seriously?"

Emperor Song was a middle-aged man with a white face and beard, and his appearance was very majestic, but at this moment, Meng Zheng's words really made him dare not say a word for a long time.

Meng Zheng continued: "I came today to take this kid away, I don't know if any of you have an opinion?"

Emperor Song looked at the Confucian student beside him and whispered, "Shangzong, are we sure to keep him?"

Confucian Sheng's eyes were still full of anger, but Meng Zheng smiled and said: "Song Xingyuan, although you can have the strength to suppress the Yunxiang Realm with the help of national weapons, you are not a Shenxuan after all, not to mention, even if you are a Shenxuan, what can you do with me?"

Emperor Song's face was ugly, but he couldn't refute it, in his eyes, this black-clothed scholar was a hob meat, looking like Sven, but if he angered him, he would be able to turn your family upside down immediately.

At the beginning, the entire Ink Washing Academy failed to suppress him, not to mention that he was only a dynasty under the jurisdiction of the Ink Washing Academy.

At that time, he was strong enough to carry the Divine Mystery Realm, and God knows how strong he should be now.

Emperor Song didn't speak, but the Confucian students on the side were angry.

"Meng Zheng, you are rampant, when you hit the Ink Washing Academy, I made my Ink Washing Academy lose face in the Zhongzhou Xiuzhen Realm, for the past hundred years, I have been chasing your whereabouts, and today is your death. ”

After speaking, I saw this Confucian scholar pinching the trick with both hands, stretched out his hand to call, and shouted: "Carry the Dao Sword, come!"

However, after waiting for a long time, everyone looked at it, and there was no movement in that direction except for Wu Liang standing there restrained and uneasy.

Confucian Sheng's face changed drastically, and he couldn't feel the breath of the Dao Carrying Sword anymore.