"Why do I keep being restless......

Huashan Tong drank wine, but he was a little uneasy in his heart. It stands to reason that it shouldn't be like this, after killing Meng Xuan, the benefits he got were greater than he imagined, and the elders in the gate took advantage of this matter to release pressure on Tianchi, but Tianchi did not have any voice of rebuttal, making the Giant Spirit Immortal Gate occupy the absolute upper hand, and the goal of becoming one of the Seven Great Immortal Sects is getting closer and closer.

The elders were all praising themselves about this matter, sharing a part of the credit with themselves, and even promised themselves that when the time came, the ten places that entered the ancient chessboard would definitely be given to their younger brother.

And himself, also through this favor, begged the mad eagle to recommend himself to the Red Pill Poetry Society, and was accepted by them very smoothly, and even said that he was treated better than the mad eagle when he entered, and the treasure given to him by the club really made me excited to think about it, but this also made me really aware of the terrible ...... of that poetry club

It was originally a product of the vassal elegance of the disciples of the Xianmen, who would have thought that such a terrifying existence would be born?

Fortunately, I am one of them now, and I don't have to worry about its strength, just consider the benefits it can bring to me.

Of course, because of joining the Red Pill Poetry Society, the reason for being highly valued, the mad eagle has alienated himself, this guy with a small belly and chicken intestines, is obviously jealous of himself, it's nothing, when he made friends with this guy, didn't he value his status in the Red Pill Poetry Society? Now that the goal has been achieved, he can think whatever he likes, it has nothing to do with himself.

In that case, what have you been worried about all this time?

The masked man who saved the corpse?

He was indeed very strong, and he just glanced at him coldly at that time, but it had already left an imprint of great fear in his heart.

However, since he didn't kill himself with a finger when he was angry, it was even less likely that he would kill himself afterwards.

"Brother, I'll pour you a drink......"

Hua Hezhou, who was sitting on the side, saw that Hua Shantong's cup was empty, so he obediently filled it for him.

Hua Shantong smiled and touched Hezhou's head, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

As long as he sees his sensible younger brother, he always feels that everything he has done is worth it.

Hua Shantong decided not to think about it anymore, after all, the sky was falling, and there were still sect masters and major elders on top.

The quota for my younger brother to enter the Ancient Chessboard next year has basically been decided, waiting to find an opportunity to pull him into the Red Pill Poetry Society, and this cultivation path will be much smoother.

However, just as he had the idea, the door was pushed open.

A young man in a cyan sword robe appeared at the door, his eyes swept over everyone in the room, and asked softly, "Where is Hua Shantong?"

"Meng Xuan......"

Hua Shantong's face suddenly tensed, his eyes burst with light, and the wine glass in his hand was almost crushed.

At first, he thought he was wrong, but when he looked closely, it was Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan, who fell into the Valley of the Buried Corpse a month ago.

How is he still alive?

How is it possible to be alive?

The people in the room looked at each other, none of them had seen Meng Xuan, and they didn't know his identity.

"Who are you, dare to call Senior Brother Hua by his name?"

After being stunned for a moment, a disciple with a lower status in the room opened his mouth to cheer.

Although they didn't know Meng Xuan, they knew Meng Xuan's Tianchi sword robe and knew that he was a disciple of Tianchi, so they didn't take it seriously.

Meng Xuan didn't pay attention to him, just looked at Hua Shantong quietly, and said lightly: "Come out and fight!"

When those disciples saw that Meng Xuan ignored them, they were immediately annoyed in their hearts, and they wanted to reprimand them again, but at this moment, Hua Shantong had already regained his composure. When he saw Meng Xuan, he was shocked, but his more than ten years of cultivation was not empty, and his mind was also extremely firm, and he quickly erased the shock on his face, revealing an expression of ancient wells.

"I didn't expect you to be alive......"

Hua Shantong picked up the teacup and sipped slowly: "But you Xianmen scum, since you survived, unlike a mouse who hid far away and survived, you have the courage to run in front of me, you really killed yourself......"

"He is ...... Meng Xuan"

Everyone in the room was stunned, and their brains turned faster, and they had already guessed Meng Xuan's identity, and they couldn't help but look at it.

"Xianmen scum ......"

Meng Xuan smiled faintly, but his eyes sharpened, and said leisurely: "I haven't mentioned the matter of you accusing me, but you spoke first, even at this time, do you want to confirm my crimes......?"

"Sou Shen?"

Hua Shantong's face changed abruptly, and his eyes narrowed suddenly.

As a true disciple of the Giant Spirit Sect, he naturally knew about the storage of the Divine Search.

As long as they are willing and do not resist, the masters of the True Spirit Realm can search their sea of knowledge at will, read out a qiē memory, and all the conspiracies and tricks have no place to hide in front of this god-searching technique. It's just that the cost of this Divine Search Technique is also very high, and the cultivators who have been used to search for the Divine Soul will have their divine thoughts damaged, and they will no longer have any hope of stepping into the True Spirit Realm.

And he and Meng Xuan are both people who have the hope of stepping into the realm of true spirits, so naturally they will not take this risk.

However, Hua Shantong was really a little worried, Meng Xuan was forced to be in a hurry, and he would choose this method of burning jade.

If he really chose to do that, even if he would never be able to step into the True Spirit Realm again, his reputation would be ruined.

After all, the Giant Spirit Immortal Gate is nominally a famous and righteous sect, and reputation is still very important to them.

"However, I will not choose to do that unless I have to......"

At this moment, Meng Xuan spoke again and said lightly: "So you should come out to fight me, so as not to force me into a hurry!"

"Hmph, you are a scum of the Immortal Sect, a thief of the red dust, what qualifications do you have to challenge Senior Brother Hua?"

At this moment, another disciple with a lower status spoke coldly and said disdainfully.

"Dare to ask the immortal number Baoshan ......"

Meng Xuan frowned slightly and looked at this person.

"Hmph, I'm the Evil Shark Island Tide Gate True Transmission Guanbazi is also ......"

When the disciple saw Meng Xuan asking him, he immediately raised his head and replied arrogantly.

"Haven't heard ......"

Meng Xuan shook his head, his voice was cold, and said: "I am Meng Xuan, the true disciple of Tianchi, when talking to people, how can you have such a waste to interject? If you don't shut up again, you will annoy me, and you will cut off your cultivation with a sword, and you will not make mistakes!"

"You!"

Toothless just took the case, and said angrily to Hua Shantong: "Senior Brother Hua, I'll teach you a lesson for this scum of Tianchi first......"

This person was scolded by Meng Xuan and couldn't get off the stage, and secondly, he also recognized that this was a good opportunity to be courteous to Huashan Tong, plus Meng Xuan didn't look very old, and he couldn't see the qi on his body, so he thought he was a soft man, so he shouted loudly, pinched the sword technique, and in an instant, a sword light rose and stabbed Meng Xuan in the face.

Seeing this, Meng Xuan's face turned cold, and he suddenly stretched out his hand, and thirty-three swords flew into his palm from behind, and then slapped his hand.

With a "snap", the flying sword was slapped on the wall by him like a fly, and it had been broken into three pieces, each of which was covered with beads, so destroyed that it could not be destroyed anymore, and the disciple who shot it kept screaming, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The flying sword was connected to his mind, and as soon as the flying sword was destroyed, he was also violently counterattacked, and he cultivated himself and went to most of it.

Meng Xuan said that he wanted to cut off his cultivation, and he did it.

The faces of the people in the room changed greatly, and Meng Xuan proved his strength with a casual pat.

There were four or five people in the room who could beat Toothless, but there weren't many who were so relaxed.

Meng Xuanhun seemed to shoot a dead fly, looked at Hua Shantong, and said lightly: "If you don't come out, I'll go in!"

"Good, good, good......"

Hua Shantong drank coldly: "Since you are bent on death, then I will fulfill you, where do you say to fight?"

He also figured it out, but the only way to do this is to kill Meng Xuan directly.

Otherwise, if the affairs of Zhaoyang County are involved, after all, it is their own fault, and there will be some trouble.

Meng Xuan listened to his words, sneered, and looked out the window.

At this time, the beginning of tomorrow is born, and the sea is sparkling, like a dream.

"Heaven and earth are so big, where can we not fight? I'll wait for you outside, please hurry up, I'm in a hurry to kill you!"

Meng Xuan said lightly, suddenly passed through the window, flew to the sea, carried his hands behind his back, and hung quietly on the sea.

Behind him, a bright moon hung in the air, the bright moonlight sprinkled on his body, the green shirt fluttered, the thirty-three swords stood quietly in the void beside him, and a trace of murderous aura rose out of thin air, entangled with the sea breeze.

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