Ahh My pants! The pants that Miss Weaver Girl knitted for me! I am willing to take them out and smell them during the New Year's holidays... Uh, no, take it out and wear it, and you'll tear it up for me?!

The young man who asked Meng Xiang for help obviously didn't expect this to happen, and he blinked dumbfounded, a little at a loss for a while.

Calm down, I am an Immortal Emperor, and I can't be like a mortal.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Meng Xiang finally restrained the urge to poke the dirty little kid in front of him with one finger.

At this time, the three big men chasing the child behind also rushed to him.

The picture in front of them obviously frightened the three men.

The child knelt on the ground, grabbing Meng Xiang's torn pants with both hands, while Meng Xiang pressed the top of the child's head with one hand, and the child's mouth was wide open, this posture ......

The three of them couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"Big brother, there's a pervert here. The big man with a beard said a little to the man at the head.

You're a pervert!

"No, no, big brother, in my opinion, it's this kid who is perverted, he picks up other people's pants, that posture, it's obvious that he took the initiative. ”

Another man with a king's face also approached the big man led by him and whispered.

The big man led by him glanced at the beautiful picture in front of him in a daze, stepped forward and said: "The pervert over there, we are doing things in the butcher's village, and we don't want to die, get out of the way." ”

Who are you called perverted? You three look like a low-profile version of my king Billy, and you're embarrassed to say me?

"Master, please help me, your great kindness, I will repay it for my life as a cow and a horse. ”

The boy was obviously terrified, and two tears slipped down his dirty face, which looked quite unproductive, but for him, the tears served as a wash of his face.

By the way, what's your name? Pander to... Agu... Ugly？

What kind of broken name is this? Have your parents ever read a book? Don't you look at the eight characters of your birthday when you name it? Ah San is better than this name!

Meng Xiang looked at the kid, and then at the three strong men, as well as the knives they were carrying, the blades curled as if they had been gnawed by dogs.

If you don't save him, I'm afraid this kid will have to explain here today, right?

"Big brother, Tongxian Grass is the only hope for the big boss to infiltrate the Purple Xuanzong, and it can't be known to outsiders, so it's better to kill that pervert together!" said the bearded strong man, his eyes revealing a strong killing intent.

Is there a supreme treasure?

When Meng Xiang heard this, he probably understood.

This unpromising kid was afraid that he had stolen the treasure of the second master, so he was hunted down.

I said boy, you can, look at your unproductive cowardice, I didn't expect to grow a pig gall and dare to steal from this group of dead who look like Terminators.

As for what Tongxian Grass is, Meng Xiang was not interested in knowing.

No matter how good a baby is in the eyes of mortals, in the eyes of Meng Xiang, it is all garbage.

Meng Xiang's cultivation has reached its limit, even if he refines millions of innate spirit treasures, it is impossible to improve again, let alone the tattered things in the mortal world?

"I said that it is your fault that you steal other people's things, even if the family is ugly, you can't steal it, right, go, and return it to others. Meng Xiang didn't bother to care about this, so he still dealt with it in a convenient direction.

"I didn't steal it!"

Aguli said with a sad face: "I have been separated from my parents since I was a child, and the people of the butcher's village took me away, a few days ago, Zixuanmen opened the mountain to recruit people, saying that as long as you hand over a Tongxian grass, you can be a disciple of the outer door, I finally found this Tongxian grass in the burial place, and I got out of the butcher's village and counted on it!"

As he spoke, Aguli moved two steps with his knees, and this time he simply grabbed Meng Xiang's hand directly: "Please help me, your great kindness, I will never forget it." ”

Uh, you're too casual to ask for someone, isn't it? Anyway, you just said where did you find it?

The dirt on your body is all corpse mud!!!

Withdrawing his hand disgustingly, Meng Xiang was a little at a loss for what to do.

What's the matter? My godhead is gone, and this will slowly restore human feelings, I look so pitiful about this kid.

But what's going on with this routine? Why is there such a strong sense of déjà vu?

Looking up at the big man at the head, the big man was about to speak.

Well, let me guess, if I bet ten dollars, he will definitely say to me next: Boy, if you don't want to die, get out of here, otherwise don't blame grandpa I'm welcome.

The big man said arrogantly: "Boy, if you don't want to die, get out of here, otherwise don't blame grandpa for being you're welcome." ”

Well, I won, give money.

The man with a face on the side also raised his knife and gestured: "Look at you like that you are also a cultivator, don't look at us ugly, our brothers are all masters of the sixth order of foundation building, don't be bored with yourself." ”

It's the first time I've heard someone admit that they're ugly so frankly, when will Zhuji be called a master?

In the end, the bearded man also snapped his fingers and was eager to try: "What nonsense, in my opinion, just kill it directly!"

This made Meng Xiang a little embarrassed.

What to do?

It's not that I'm afraid I won't be able to beat them.

Although I have no godhead, my strength has not been affected at all, I just stand and let you fight, you can't, you can't stretch me.

Meng Xiang was thinking about whether to help.

Without Godhead, it is impossible to perceive cause and effect.

Meng Xiang didn't know if it would be a good cause or an evil cause to help this kid plant today.

But...

Since he couldn't perceive cause and effect, Meng Xiang thought in a predictable direction.

After all, I've just come to this plane, and I don't have any money on me, what if I see something I want to eat? Eat overlord meal or make Sanqi Zai? How can I mix this up?

Moreover, the information given to me by the gods outside the heavens is only a small part of the rules, and I still need a guide to guide me.

This kid doesn't look like a bad guy either, but the three dead on the other side... Even interstellar players can see that these Ah San are not a good thing.

After thinking about it, Meng Xiang pushed Aguli away and took a step forward.

Well, since that's the case......

I'm going to start pretending!

"I've covered this kid. With a simple sentence, Meng Xiang Zhenyuan suddenly burst out.

Such coercion makes the heavens and the earth change color.

How strong is Meng Xiang's true yuan......? Its true element, both in quality and quantity, exceeds the sum of the eight million immortals and Buddhas in the immortal world.

In the Three Realms of Daqian, in addition to the gods outside the heavens, Meng Xiang's strength is a yardstick to measure the strength of the immortals, and it also represents the limit of the gods.

But... No response!

The three people opposite, and even Aguri beside him, didn't seem to feel it.

What's the situation?

It stands to reason that my true pressure emanates, that is, the primeval golden immortals like Chiyou and Ares have to kneel, and a few of you mortals said that the ancestral tomb should have exploded, how could there be no reaction?

After half a second of thinking, Meng Xiang figured it out.

Belch... I'm too strong, just like the two-dimensional can't feel the three-dimensional, humans can't hear ultrasound, they can't sense the true pressure of my level at all.

It's embarrassing, pretending to fail.

"Boy, I think you want to die, today I'll let you see the strength of the sixth order of the foundation building!"

The man at the head said that, and jumped up with two of his subordinates carrying knives.

The curly blade shone with a blood-colored luster under the urging of its battle intent.

"Heavenly Thunder Slash!"

"Bloody Slash!"

"Matchless Slash!"

Chop chop, chop your mother [beep] Ah chop!

Why do you shout the name of the move like in the novel? Do you shout so loudly, are all your moves voice-controlled? Do you know that the embarrassing Lao Tzu Tianling Gai is about to blow up?

Sighing and putting away Zhenyuan, Meng Xiang faced the three knives that were cut, and moved his fist casually from a distance of four or five meters.

Bang bang bang.

Three nosebleeds, in mid-air, drew an ethereal curve.

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