Comprehension second product Zhao Xiaomeng

Chapter 51 The Secret Realm of Zongmen (13)

Several people quickly took off the Qingyunmen costumes of the two of Zheng Jing's two people, stuffed people into the dead people, and then sat on the ground like just now. It looked like they were suffered injuries.

Zheng Jing changed his clothes and lay on the pile of dead people, closing his breath.

Zhao Xiaomeng did not hide his aura along the way, and was followed by many monks, the most conspicuous being the swordsman Wei Zhengrong.

A quarter of an hour, he saw Zhao Xiaomeng's fast hurry without concealing his whereabouts, guessing that she was in trouble. Thinking of her life -saving grace, he wanted to catch up and ask if he needed to help him, but he chased all the way.

If you do n’t catch up, you can only barely do n’t be thrown away. I think he is a sword repair and controls the magic weapon. He actually ca n’t catch up with an ordinary monk at the same level. He said that he ’s afraid that he will not be laughed at by the brothers of the same class!

In the end, he chased the momentum of discharge.

"It's just ahead." Meng Ze said at home.

"Okay." Zhao Xiaomeng controlled the magic ship to move forward at the speed of an ordinary foundation-building monk.

The monks who were chasing her behind didn't notice for a moment, and they all rushed to Zhao Xiaomeng's side.

A group of six people looked at each other, and the scene was quite embarrassing.

Zhao Xiaomeng just looked at them in front of them quietly.

"Junior Sister Mo." Wei Zhengrong greeted and approached Zhao Xiaomeng, making it clear to everyone that they knew each other.

A casual cultivator said with an unnatural look on his face: "I just happened to be passing by."

Leave quickly with your companions.

The remaining two monks who laughed in their hands: "My brother is very interested in the magic weapon of this Taoist friend. Now there is no regret after reading it." The meaning is very clear.

Why your magic weapon is so fast, we are curious and follow it. Now I can see it clearly, but it ’s just a magic weapon, there is nothing special, it’ s so fast because of the good Taoist friends. But we are only interested in the magic weapon.

I'm not interested in whether my fellow Taoist is great or not, so I'll leave it alone.

Zhao Xiaomeng smiled and said: "I see that a fellow Taoist in front of me is injured, how about we go and see it together?"

The three of them also noticed the injured monk in front of them. Seeing that they were fellow disciples, they did not refuse.

Mengze sighed and said: "Those two monks from the Life Sect looked stupid, and they deserved to be deceived. However, Wei Zhengrong has already been deceived once by a casual cultivator. Why did he follow you when you told him? He has thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Don’t you look stupid?”

"According to your opinion, the person who deceived people is right, but the person who was deceived deserved it?"

"That's not true. At least be more considerate! How come you have grown so big!"

"Xu does have a good brother!"

The four of them landed five feet away from the five "injured" monks. Wei Zhengrong shouted: "I wonder which uncle of the Sword Sect is my senior disciple?"

The injured sword cultivator said: "Thank you, fellow Taoist! My companions and I were sneak attacked by rogue cultivators. We exhausted all our methods to kill them. We were indeed injured a little, but they did not get any benefits. The spiritual energy here is rich, let's meditate for a while."

Then I will be able to recover as before, thank you for your concern, senior brother."

After a brief pause, the injured sword cultivator said slowly: "I heard that there are many casual cultivators gathering together in this secret realm, intending to sneak attack on our sect disciples, kill people and seize treasures! Senior brother, you must be careful when walking! Alas!

The head of Qingyun Sect said that the secret passage was opened in advance, and there are many dangers here. I haven’t figured out what the danger is, but I encountered something like this again!"

"Which uncle's disciple are you? How come I haven't seen you before?" Wei Zhengrong asked persistently.

Mengze said excitedly: "Is it them? Is it them? I know, the rope is near them."

Zhao Xiaomeng stood far away and used her spiritual consciousness to communicate with Meng Ze: "The clothes they were wearing didn't fit, and the casual cultivators on the ground were also in messy clothes, but this mess didn't look like they had just had a fight, but rather like they had been raped.

Something bad!"

"A bunch of rough guys! How to behave?" Mengze rolled his eyes.

"So, you guessed it right, they are casual cultivators in disguise. They must be delaying time by saying so many words, and the magic bell has already started ringing!"

The leader in Zhao Xiaomeng's arms was also ringing, but no one else could hear it.

"I am just an ordinary inner disciple. Senior Brother Wei is a direct disciple. It is normal that he has never met me." "Sword Cultivator" said with a self-deprecating smile, expressing admiration for a direct disciple.

"I have seen all the 500 disciples who came this time! Why do I have no impression of you!" Wei Zhengrong persisted. He was so insistent that the two disciples of the Vitality Sect also realized that something was wrong and looked carefully at the people wearing the Vitality Sect.

The two disciples in sect costumes had increasingly suspicious looks on their faces.

The "Sword Cultivator" stood up with a look of helplessness and walked towards a few people: "Brother, don't be anxious. If you look at me carefully again, you will remember that that day, I was standing in the third row, counting from front to back.

The seventh one is me”

He knew they already doubted his own side.

But what can we do!

They will soon find that the spiritual power in their bodies cannot be controlled at all, just like those people just now, like a dead pig waiting to be slaughtered, and the spiritual stones and treasures in the storage bag will belong to themselves!

"You're not"

Before Wei Zhengrong could finish speaking, a black bracelet flew past him and was put on the "sword cultivator" before anyone could react, breaking the stalemate between the few people.

Zhao Xiaomeng moved her fingers slightly and contracted the bracelet. The monk's arms were broken and he fainted with a scream.

"Senior Brother Wei, I'm sorry for staining your senior brother's clothes." Zhao Xiaomeng took back the golden ring and said calmly.

It’s not about the clothes!

Wei Zhengrong complained wildly in his heart, but had no time to argue, because the four people had already attacked, and he was fighting with the "Nightmare Sect Monk".

The "Qingyun Sect monk" rushed straight towards Zhao Xiaomeng.

Four monks from the Life Sect were fighting together.

If someone who didn't know the inside story looked over, they would think that the disciples of the sect were fighting among themselves.

Those four people were rogue cultivators after all, and they soon fell into a disadvantage. However, they had no intention of retreating at all, but became more and more courageous as they fought!

Zhao Xiaomeng held the bracelet and fought with the "Qingyun Sect monk" for a few times. After confirming that he was indeed not a Qingyun Sect monk, he did not hold back any more.

The bracelet wrapped around his flying sword, and with a little force, the sword broke with a sound.

The "monk from Qingyun Sect"'s face darkened, and his heart was full of reluctance.

snort!

The disciples of the sect are only as powerful as the magic weapons in their hands!

Thinking like this, he had another sword in his hand.

The sword is long and slender, with a green light flowing around it. At first glance, it is a magic weapon-level weapon.

"Qingyun Sect Monk" jumped forward and attacked.

"What did you do to my junior brother Lu Guang!" Wei Zhengrong shouted sharply.

The "Qingyun Sect monk" did not answer, and only focused on attacking Zhao Xiaomeng. Since the stolen magic weapon has been revealed, none of these people's lives will be spared!

But, why are they still so difficult to deal with after so long?

Zhao Xiaomeng saw how confident he was after changing his magic weapon, and suddenly smiled: "You think I can beat you because the magic weapon is so powerful!"

She put away the black ring and put it on her wrist.

The "Qingyun Sect monk" had a face full of astonishment. He looked at her as if she were a fool, but he moved his hands without any hesitation: "If you seek death, I will fulfill your wish!"

The long sword in his hand stabbed Zhao Xiaomeng with a green light that was more than ten feet long.

The momentum is like breaking bamboo.

(End of chapter)