The next morning.

"Ouch, big guy, is this energy comfortable?"

"Well, yes, a little harder!"

"Well, what's going on?"

"Well, yes, Xiao Liu, you little old man, you are very sensible, I like you. ”

In the dormitory, Meng Xiang was nibbling on chicken legs, lying on the newly bought recliner, and munching on chicken legs leisurely.

The three elders next to him smiled like chickens, flattering Meng Xiang and knocking his legs, as if Lao Tzu was serving his grandson.

No matter what happened this time, Meng Xiang won the exchange conference on behalf of the outer sect, so the three elders would please Meng Xiang so much.

"Hehe, it's good that the big guy is comfortable. The third elder smiled as if he had been stabbed with a chrysanthemum, and pinched Meng Xiang's leg even harder.

"Hmm. Meng Xiang threw away the chicken bones and nodded contentedly: "Xiao Liu, you make me very happy, come, come, I'll show you a big baby!"

"Big baby?" When the three elders heard this, they immediately understood, and their excited tongues dragged out.

Meng Xiang took out a fist-sized top-grade spirit stone from the storage space and threw it to the three elders.

Seeing this, the three elders' eyes were like running to Mars, and they were about to pop out of their sockets, and they took the spirit stone and was stunned haha: "Big guy, thank you, big guy!"

These three elders are really scared, seeing Lingshi is like seeing a virtue of their own mother, and they work harder to knock Meng Xiang's legs.

There are still six hours before departure, and Meng Xiang is idle, so he enjoys a comfortable life in his dormitory.

The chicken legs were full, and Meng Xiang, who was idle, took a physical book of online novels from his storage space and came out to read it blindly.

But after only five minutes of watching, I got tired of it.

[Xun'er Lian's steps moved slightly, her luck dantian, and she threw a punch in the air, only to see that the cyan fighting spirit instantly exploded on the man's face, and the man fell to the ground in response, constantly rolling his eyes, and Xiao was swollen on the side...]

What the.

What is it that exploded? You knocked out all the human brains?

What's the operation of rolling your eyes all the time? Author, come and show me how to do it.

Meng Xiang smashed the physical book in annoyance, and simply lay down in a daze.

Ahh

Then again...

With a rare tranquility, Meng Xiang calmed down and recalled what he had experienced in the past few days.

It's very inconsistent.

It always felt like something was wrong.

It always felt like something big was going to happen.

I don't know when this feeling came about, but what is very strange is that every time Meng Xiang wants to think carefully about the source of this sense of disobedience, his mind seems to be ossified.

I feel that my IQ seems to be suppressed, and I can't think of any clue at all, and some clues are obviously noticed, but I will forget them inexplicably.

That's right, Meng Xiang noticed some details more than once, but these details will be forgotten before they have time to be analyzed... Forget for no reason, and you can't remember anything in the future.

What's going on here?

It feels like my IQ has been forcibly taken offline.

Time passes minute by minute.

"By the way, Meng Xiang, you say, what will be in this bag?" The third elder took out a golden silk bag and played with it repeatedly.

Meng Xiang knows this tip.

Yesterday, the Third Elder and the Great Elder received an order to encircle and suppress the butcher's village, and after that, Ren Xiaoyao sent someone to send a bag to the Great Elder and the Third Elder.

This trick is sealed with a secret technique, and it can only be automatically unlocked after a certain amount of time.

Moreover, Ren Xiaoyao also specially ordered the two elders that when performing tasks, this bag must be hung around the waist and not allowed to be put in the storage ring.

"I don't know, he said you can keep it. Meng Xiang replied with interest.

This thing is very small, about the size of half a rice cake, flattened, it doesn't seem to fit anything, the shape is soft, and it doesn't look like it's loaded with any hard objects.

For this kind of thing, although Meng Xiang has the ability to break the seal in advance, he is too lazy to get it.

What good things can be in the things of a cultivator?

Meng Xiang was lazy, looked at the time, and left about an hour to go, so he got up and changed his clothes.

"Meng Xiang, I'll go to the foot of the mountain to count the personnel first, you can change your clothes and come over, don't be special. After washing Meng Xiang's stinky hands, the three elders gave a word of advice and went out.

Meng Xiang just sighed, washed up carefully, and prepared to go.

... An hour later...

Meng Xiang drove the garbage flying sword and flew to the foot of the mountain.

There, 30,000 disciples had assembled under Ren Xiaoyao's order, lined up in a neatly drawn phalanx, waiting for the army.

Where is this sectarian encirclement and suppression? It is clearly a war!

Now that I think about it, a butcher's village is just two or three hundred people at best, so can I send all my disciples to go with me?

To put it mildly, the butcher village can only fight that Agu Zhong, but Agu Zhong is only a Yuan Ying cultivator, which of the two elders is worse than him?

Just send an elder and bring three or five elite disciples, a total of five or six people, and you can kill the butcher village in an hour.

Do you need such a big formation?

I don't understand, I really don't understand what people are thinking in the heads of these sect masters.

Meng Xiang, who had never done anything like the head of the sect master, shook his head, didn't bother to think about it, and joined the array.

"Meng Xiang, why are you here now? The troops are about to leave. ”

It was the Great Elder who spoke with a childish face.

At this moment, the Great Elder was dressed in a purple and blue robe, with two swords on his back, and his already fierce face was even more murderous, obviously ready to kill.

He looked at Meng Xiang with a dissatisfied expression.

It's no wonder that after Ling Yueyue's death, he had no disciples, and Iron Fox's death seemed to have something to do with Meng Xiang.

Zhao Tianqiao, who was finally transferred, became a traitor again, and was killed by Meng Xiang and the ugly brothers, and later found out that Zhao Tianqiao was the seventy-two earth dog stars of the witch cult.

If you want to turn Sanxi into the chief, hey, Sanxi is Dian Canglong, and he was also killed by Meng Xiang and the ugly brothers.

Damn, the deaths of the three disciples are all related to the kid!

The more the Great Elder looked at Meng Xiang, the more unpleasant he became.

Although they were all legitimate reasons, in the eyes of the Great Elder, Meng Xiang was a broom star, and all the disciples who came into his hands either burped or became traitors.

"It's better to come early than to be lucky, I'm not late anyway, am I? Meng Xiang smiled and winked at him, which could be regarded as flattering to him.

Well, I was hated by him.

Meng Xiang knew this in his heart, but thinking about it, this great elder was really back, I was afraid that it was not the awakening of the non-chieftain bloodline, and he had three disciples in a short period of time, compared to his disgust with himself, Meng Xiang felt that he should pity him even more, so he didn't quarrel with him.

Although the Great Elder said that Meng Xiang was not pleasing to the eye, he was not an unreasonable person.

He knew that Ling Yueyue, Zhao Tianqiao and Dian Canglong's matter was not Meng Xiang's fault, it was just a coincidence, and he didn't embarrass Meng Xiang too much, just glanced at Meng Xiang and let him return to the team.

In this way, after a simple lecture, the 30,000 disciples, under the orders of the two elders, drew their flying swords one after another, jumped into the sky, and rushed towards the heavenly dome like a plague of locusts, rushing to the direction of the butcher's village.

In the sky, looking at the dense disciples in front and back, left and right, up and down, Meng Xiang didn't know why, and his heartbeat accelerated a little.

Feel... It seems that something is wrong, but I can't say it.

Forget it, don't care, let's get the task done first!

Twisting his head, without thinking about it, Meng Xiang increased Zhenyuan and rushed to the front of the team.

...

Two thousand miles away, looking at the 30,000 people flying densely on the side of Daoling Mountain, Agu Zhong led the remnants of a hundred or so subordinates, standing in the wind, and there was no trace of fear in his deep eyes.

"Ren Xiaoyao, you really took this last step, providence, really providence... Inform the brothers, all retreat, and not a single one will be left behind. ”

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