Comprehension second product Zhao Xiaomeng

Chapter 52 Sect Secret Realm (14)

He was proud of this treasure. It was his first time to use it. Seeing how powerful the long sword was, his face was full of surprise. Then he became determined to win it, and his eyes fell eagerly on the bracelet on Zhao Xiaomeng's wrist.

"Kill him! Kill him!" Mengze looked at his greedy eyes and jumped in anger. It was inseparable from Zhao Xiaomeng. This person coveted Zhao Xiaomeng's magic weapon and couldn't get along with it. There was no outsider yet.

You can get benefits from Lord Mengze!

"Okay!" Zhao Xiaomeng dodged the sword wind.

He turned a few steps and appeared beside the man, grabbing his left arm with his delicate hands.

To deal with him, you don't even need to use the jade sword.

With one strong move, he was lifted off the ground and then violently slapped to the ground.

The "Qingyun Sect monk" was thrown face down and was dizzy, with a look of disbelief on his face. Zhao Xiaomeng didn't wait for him to react, bent down and grabbed his ankle, and threw him to the ground without letting go.

He kept saying this for a while, and said: "I just want you to understand that the disciples of the sect not only have magic weapons at their disposal, but also advanced techniques to learn. I easily escaped your attack just now, and the technique I used is called

For Guiyuan Shou, any inner disciple can use the sect’s contribution in exchange for it! Aren’t you envious!”

"Qingyun Sect Monk" was already in pain all over his body. When he heard Zhao Xiaomeng's heart-breaking words, he was so angry that his heart ached.

Maybe it was because he saw that his fake classmate was stimulated by his own internal and external attacks and was a little out of breath. Zhao Xiaomeng carried him towards the group of casual cultivators, but the girl's clear voice came into the scene without missing a word.

In everyone's ears: "You have mixed spiritual roots, and now it seems that your qualifications are average. Only an enterprising spirit is slightly valuable, but it is used on such crooked ways! Even if you form a pill in the future, your cultivation will not be able to do it."

However, you can find a remote place to show off your power in front of a group of Qi-refining and foundation-building monks. When your life is approaching, you will look back on your life and it will not be considered mediocre. Oh, I forgot, you killed innocent monks.

, it goes against the harmony of heaven, I’m afraid it will be difficult to form elixirs in the end, and I will die a good death!”

Wei Zhengrong thought to himself: What a loss!

After saying that, Zhao Xiaomeng had walked to the crowd.

Zhao Xiaomeng could tell that the man and woman who were pinned down by a casual cultivator and the two disheveled cultivators were Junior Sister and Senior Brother Fan. They still had a faint aura.

Zhao Xiaomeng felt faintly relieved. Fortunately, she rushed over with all her strength, and these people had not had time to hurt them.

Looking at the dying fake classmate in her hands, she threw him aside.

"The magic bell is still there?!" Mengze was a little confused.

"Yes." She responded to Mengze. Because the bell in her arms was ringing happily, firmly restraining the magic bell!

Slowly reaching out to pull the casual cultivator lying on the top.

He is also alive, but unconscious.

Perhaps they were also disciples of a certain sect, who were kidnapped like the young senior sister and others, disguised as casual cultivators, and thrown here to confuse people.

It's too late to say it, but it's soon.

A long sword suddenly appeared out of thin air and stabbed Zhao Xiaomeng in the heart.

The tip of the sword was only two arms' length away from her.

Seeing that there is no way to avoid it.

"Be careful!" Wei Zhengrong slashed the "Nightmare Sect Monk's" arm with his sword and shouted, wanting to rush over to save her, but he knew in his heart that he might not be able to make it in time.

Because the tip of the sword is too close to the girl!

It is impossible to escape without any precautions!

Not even he can!

However.

What's faster than that sword!

An umbrella.

He stood in front of Zhao Xiaomeng and blocked the fatal blow for her.

Zheng Jing was stunned.

However, Zhao Xiaomeng grabbed his thigh without hesitation and lifted him up. His head was slightly loosened and his head hit the ground. When he was about to hit the ground, Zhao Xiaomeng grabbed his ankle tightly.

, and then slammed it to the ground.

one time.

one time.

Again.

Wei Zhengrong turned his head and couldn't bear to look.

"You think you are disguised very well! But you don't know that I have already seen that you are a casual cultivator! What kind of confidence gives you that makes you think that others can see that you are a dragon through the pigskin eyes on your body? You are the only one who knows that you are a dragon.

The appearance, even if it is covered with dragon scales, can be seen at a glance

You're covered in rancid meat! No, I can smell your arrogance from ten feet away! You know how hard I worked to resist the urge to vomit and get close to you. I'm afraid I have to wash this hand ten or eight times before it's clean.

!" Zhao Xiaomeng kept moving her hands and mouth.

Zheng Jing wanted to save face the most. He was already dizzy after being slapped by Zhao Xiaomeng, but when he heard her words again, he was so angry that he just poked his head in the face.

When Zhao Xiaomeng saw that he was unresponsive, she threw him aside and piled him with the fake classmate.

He casually took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands and threw it on him.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the two "friars from the Vital Sect" tried to escape, but Wei Zhengrong, who turned around and came back to kill them, teamed up with the two monks from the Vital Sect and trapped them in place.

Zhao Xiaomeng hurriedly helped the little senior sister up and made sure that there were indeed no wounds on her body before she felt relieved.

He gave her a pill and put her aside gently.

After settling down Senior Brother Fan, the three people also came over.

The four of them worked together to turn over the "loose cultivators" who were lying in a pile one by one.

Three of them were fellow disciples of Wei Zhengrong, but unfortunately one of them had been killed. Wei Zhengrong packed up the bodies of his fellow disciples and took the two living ones aside to take care of them.

The other two disciples of the Vital Sect were also killed. The two disciples of the Vital Sect silently packed away the bodies of their fellow disciples, and then took off the clothing of the disciples of the Vital Sect from the casual cultivators. One of them clasped his fist at Zhao Xiaomeng and said,

: "I am Fang Tao of the Life Sect. This is my brother Fang He. I would like to thank you fellow Taoist for avenging my fellow sect brother this time. Farewell!"

The two said goodbye to Wei Zhengrong again and flew away.

"If it weren't for us, they would definitely die here! Just slap their butts and leave, and the disciples from the famous and upright family don't know how to repay their kindness!" Mengze snorted.

As Zhao Xiaomeng walked towards Zheng Jing, she said in her mind: "This is a chance encounter, so they should be more cautious. Otherwise, if I suddenly take their lives, they will not die without knowing why."

"Why are you killing them?" Mengze said blankly.

"Yes! I won't kill them! You know, but they don't know!" Zhao Xiaomeng said with a smile, "They don't know why I brought them here! Why do the casual cultivators who intercepted and killed so many sect disciples fight like this?

Vulnerable! I don’t know why I knew that the man was pretending to be unconscious! However, if I am with them, it would make sense! Why don’t you quickly pack up the corpses of your fellow disciples and leave, leaving them to die!”

"It's true! Your explanation sounds so reasonable!" Mengze suddenly realized!

Zhao Xiaomeng ripped off the storage bags of Zheng Jing and "Sword Cultivator" and erased their consciousness.

The two of them were just dying now, not dead yet. The consciousness of the storage bag was forcibly wiped away, and they couldn't help but vomited blood again.

There is really more air coming out and less air entering.

"How miserable!" Mengze tutted.

Zhao Xiaomeng checked their storage bags and took out two identical purple bells with a gloomy expression, which were exactly the same as the two largest purple bells on her body.

As for her two bells, one was given to her by True Lord Yuxia, and is the most normal sound attack magic weapon.

The other one was taken out from the storage bags of the two monks who intercepted and killed Wei Zhengrong.

She guessed from the beginning that the person who could kidnap the little senior sister who was wearing a self-defense magic weapon must have used extraordinary means.

The most likely thing is that it is the magic bell that even sword cultivators cannot guard against.

(End of chapter)