Fantasy: My mythical beasts all rely on synthesis

Ye Lang's fists clenched slightly:

"This costume is my last thought, I must let it witness my continuous rise and finally avenge the sect!"

Meng Qing shook his head lightly, just touching himself.

If it is used a little by someone with a heart, I am afraid that he will not know how to die!

Big forces, especially those that have existed for a long time, like to cut grass and remove roots!

Soon, Meng Qing asked again:

"You want to enter the City Lord's Mansion to work, how much do you know about Qin Cheng?" And how much do you know about the city lord? Have you ever cared about this news?

Ye Lang was confused: "Are these important?"

Meng Qing stopped talking.

He suddenly felt that it was a miracle that Ye Lang could come all the way, if his acting skills were not particularly superb.

Under the leadership of the two guards, the two entered the city lord's mansion unimpeded.

As soon as they entered it, several auras of the Holy Sacrifice Realm continued to probe on them.

They walked straight to the far left, and the guards on patrol gave in when they saw them.

Soon, when they arrived at the storeroom, the two guards and the head of the storehouse whispered a few words, and when they came to the two of them, two heavy Qiankun bags were stuffed into their hands.

"This is your benefit, but you can't use it now, and when you officially take up your post, the prohibition on the Qiankun bag will naturally be lifted." The guard said softly.

Meng Qing nodded.

They went to another warehouse and received two sets of beautifully decorated armor.

"Here are your clothes, the steward will arrange a place for you to live later, you wash first, eat a meal, change your clothes, and the city lord may want to see you later." The head of the guard said.

After half a column of incense, they arrived in front of two separate courtyards.

"You have an hour to prepare, behave well, maybe the city lord has another reward!" The guard said a word and left.

Meng Qing closed the door and looked at the room carefully.

The two incense sticks at the entrance slowly burn, and the refreshing fragrance is reassuring.

"Interesting, except for this incense, there are no problems, there are problems everywhere!" The corners of Meng Qing's mouth rose, he had seen through Qin Yuanheng's trick.

"They also bothered, the preparation was so sufficient, but unfortunately, it was you who met the master..."

From the moment they entered the City Lord's Mansion, the layout for them began.

Meng Qing probed out his soul power, and he was now targeted by at least three Saint Sacrifice Realm warriors.

There is an invisible formation above the armor received from the warehouse, half restricting soul power and half restricting aura, once launched, the difference from ordinary people who cannot cultivate may be that the physical body is a little stronger.

There is nothing wrong with each of the food served, but mixing the three can reduce the flow of Reiki.

Even the Qiankun bag had many formations hidden, and once they tried to touch it with Spiritual Qi, the divine soul power attached above would be flowed into the warrior's body, and the purpose of this was naturally to restrict the warrior's actions.

"Qin Yuanheng, I want to know what you want to do."

Meng Qing said to himself, fed all the food on the table to Xiao Qiang, and then flicked his fingers, and all the formations on the armor were scrapped.

An hour later, the two were taken to a palace.

Ye Lang clenched his fists with anticipation in his eyes.

"And go inside, the city lord is waiting for you inside." The guards who came with them said coldly.

The two nodded, and when they entered the door, Meng Qing said to the four beasts: "

Guess how many warriors that old thing has placed in the hall, there is no prize."

Brother Chicken took the lead and said, "I guess at least ten!"

The queen ant was somewhat conservative: "Three."

Xiao Qiang said, "Five."

Fluttershy thought for a moment and gave her answer: "One."

The corners of Meng Qing's mouth rose: "I guess zero!" The

two entered it, and there were many candles in it, and the incense was in a row, which contained some kind of magical substance that could make their spirits become active!

A familiar aura surged from the front, it was Qin Yuanheng.

It's just that compared to in the Yunxiao Sect, his aura has languished too much, like a dying old man struggling desperately.

"You are the two who started this time, ahem, very good, very good!" Qin Yuanheng, dressed in black, slowly paced in front of the two, looked at him, and nodded repeatedly.

This is the look that the hunter appears when picking his prey.

"His subordinates have seen the city lord!" Meng Qing was neither humble nor arrogant.

Seeing this, Ye Lang quickly did so.

Qin Yuanheng looked at it, his brows frowned slightly, and he asked with a hint of curiosity:

"Where are you from?" Why does the city lord feel a hint of familiarity in you?

"The mountain scattered people, who had been practicing deep in the mountains before, had just recently descended the mountain, but found that time had changed and did not know where to go, so they wanted to exert their strength among the city lords." Meng Qing said the reason he had already thought of.

"Yes, the city lord yearns for this kind of life the most, and I hope that it will come true one day!" Qin Yuanheng sighed with emotion.

He invited the two inside, sat on a soft table, and personally served a cup of tea for the two.

Ye Lang was flattered: "City Lord, this must not be!"

"It's okay, King Ben has asked for you, it's just a cup of tea, it's nothing." Qin Yuanheng said with a smile.

Ye Lang came to the spirit, and quickly asked,

"Dare to ask the city lord what needs my help?" As long as I am within my ability, I will not give up!

Meng Qing also looked curiously.

With a wave of Qin Yuanheng's palm, the incense around him was actually burning at a terrifying speed, so thick that the terrifying smoke flowed, wrapping the place where the three people were into a cocoon.

Ye Lang didn't know what to do: "City Lord, you are..."

Qin Yuanheng sighed softly: "Please... Borrow your lives and use them!

Ye Lang was stunned, and just when he wanted to say something, a terrible dizziness came, he only felt that the world was spinning, and then his eyes were black and he lost consciousness.

On the other side, Meng Qing held the cup unhurriedly and said lightly:

"Not bad, not bad, if someone is tricked, it means that this trick is still a little useful."

Qin Yuanheng was stunned, what was the situation?

He looked at Meng Qing, clearly wearing armor, but how could he not be affected?

"Don't try, you can't do this thing, even if you try it 10,000 times, it will only be the same result." Meng Qing put down the teacup, slowly got up, and with a gentle click, the armor fell to the ground.

"Who the hell are you?" Qin Yuanheng's right hand quietly stretched back and asked with a frown.

Meng Qing turned around and reached out to take Ye Lang's Qiankun bag as well.

Rumble!

The fierce palm wind struck and smashed on Meng Qing's back, and the terrifying force carried above even made the surrounding air tremble slightly.

Meng Qingwen did not move, but slowly turned around, put away all the Qiankun bags, gradually showed his own breath, and even his face began to return to normal.

When the aura that belonged to the peak of the Martial King was displayed, Meng Qing moved his wrist slightly and asked gently

, "Qin Yuanheng, you won't know me anymore."