Divine Child System

"Do you still fight?"

Ye Meng's milky childish voice rang.

While speaking, he looked at Jie Pan Xia.

Bei Guoxia has been scared and abandoned, and there is no war intent, but this is Pan Xia, but it is still unclear.

"No... no more fights!"

When Pan Xia saw this, she waved her hands in fright.

What's a joke? It's strange that he dares to fight in the face of this enchanting kid.

Moreover, everyone had already discovered Ye Meng at this time, and he broke through another realm.

This is so bright that everyone's titanium alloy dog ​​eyes are blinded.

Therefore, if everyone present does not know that the Eighth Elder possesses unpredictable methods, it is that he has a problem with his brain.

"Don't fight? Don't you feel unconvinced with my baby being an elder? Why didn't you fight?"

Looking at Jie Pan Xia, Ye Meng grinded her teeth.

Upon hearing this, Jie Pan Xia showed an awkward smile on her face.

"No... why should I be dissatisfied with you, elder, no such thing!"

He completely acknowledged that although the elders are good, they are not as important as life!

"Nothing!"

Ye Meng curled his lips and murmured.

Immediately, he waved his small hand towards everyone.

"Since no one is convinced, then divide the team and prepare to go!"

This time, no one dared to have any objections.

Including Bei Guoxia, who had lost Feijian, she didn't dare to say a word, too.

After a while, Feng Zijun and Yan Ziyan divided all the disciples into men's and women's teams.

"The male disciple cleared the road ahead, and the female disciple followed and set off!"

Seeing this, Ye Meng waved his small hand, and his body rose into the air.

"hiss!"

When the disciples around saw this, they couldn't help taking a breath.

A monk in the Yuan Ying period, although flying in the air is no longer a problem, he simply can't achieve what Ye Meng does when the sky is flat.

Even a lot of naive cultivators with a bit of **** still need the power of flying swords to fly in the air.

Chi Chi Chi Chi!

Dao Dao Jian Qi soared into the sky.

The disciples of the ancient immortal gate summoned their flying swords one after another and leapt into the air one by one.

This time, following Ye Meng to ask Daozong disciples, all of them were in the foundation building stage.

There are even disciples who have golden core cultivation skills among them.

Shen Hongye, Liu Feifei and others, as well as Long Tianjiao, who had just joined the sect, were not among the crowd.

They have not yet reached the threshold of cultivating immortals, and naturally cannot participate in such sect operations.

And Shen Hongye and others, just bound the system, are preparing to study, so Ye Meng did not let them go together.

With the sound of breaking through the sky, nearly 20 disciples, led by Feng Zijun and Yan Ziyan, broke through the sky.

Only those ordinary disciples who have not yet reached the foundation building period are left looking up at the sky with envy.

The speed of Feijian was extremely fast, and in just a blink of an eye, everyone had left the sect area under the jurisdiction of the Ancient Refining Immortal Gate and entered the territory of Wangyue Sect adjacent to the Ancient Refining Immortal Gate.

"Elder, this is the territory of Mochizuki Sect. We need to leave as soon as possible, otherwise, with Mochizuki Sect's domineering temperament, I'm afraid it will trouble us!"

As soon as he entered the territory of Mochizong Sect, Feng Zijun flew to Ye Meng's body and said anxiously.

In the past, every time they passed through the territory of Mochizuki Sect, their sect had to be blackmailed and blackmailed before being released.

Although the two sects lived next to each other, Mochizuki Sect did not care about neighbors' friendship at all, and was very cruel and cruel to blackmail.