The Way of the Immortal Master

Meng Zhang, like his master Xuanling Daoist, has always been full of respect for Mr. Tian, ​​a senior in the family.

After greeting Mrs. Tian and other seniors in the family, Meng Zhang seemed to think of Zhao Dong.

"Since your Excellency is visiting as a guest, you must act like a guest. Actively interfering in the master's housework is not what a guest should do."

After being left alone by Meng Zhang, Zhao Dong was not impatient, but said slowly, "Brother Fang is no longer from the Taiyi Sect. The Taiyi Sect shouldn't interfere in his family affairs."

Ever since Meng Zhang came here, he hadn't looked at Fang Meng directly, and Fang Meng's heart was already full of anger.

Hearing Zhao Dong's words, Fang Meng held his head high and said, "That's right, Tian Li is from our Fang family..."

"Shut up, you bastard who has forgotten his ancestors, do you have a place to speak here?"

Fang Meng was stunned by Meng Zhang's sudden reprimand.

"If you dare to say one more word, let's see how I deal with you."

Fang Meng was originally a bad-tempered guy, and when Meng Zhang scolded him like this, he immediately became agitated.

"By relying on your rhetoric, you fooled the master and robbed me of the head. If you still dare to be so arrogant, I want you to look good."

While cursing, Fang Meng made a move.

He formed seals with both hands, and the spell Flying Sand Art that comes with Huangsha Jue was activated.

I saw that in front of Fang Meng, a strong wind blew up, rolled up the yellow sand all over the sky, and was about to rush towards Meng Zhang.

"Don't move, leave this beast to me."

Meng Zhang prevented other people from helping, and he wanted to use his own power to subdue Fang Meng, a traitor.

In front of Meng Zhang, a burst of flames ignited out of thin air, and the hot air rushed towards his face, making everyone around him unable to help backing away.

The masculine fire ignited by Shaoyang's true energy rushed towards Fang Meng mightily.

As soon as the flame met the yellow sand all over the sky, there were bursts of sizzling sounds. Then the yellow sand dissipated, and the flame continued to rush forward.

It is also at the fourth level of qi refining, and Meng Zhang's Shaoyang Qigong is far higher than Fang Meng's Huangsha Jue.

Regardless of the thickness or power of the true qi, Shaoyang's true qi has an absolute upper hand.

And after doing it, Meng Zhang discovered that during this period of time, he had been using Shaoyang Zhenqi to dispel the Yin Qi in his body, and Shaoyang Zhenqi seemed to have been tempered and became more pure.

Fang Meng took out a small flag and waved it vigorously. More yellow sand appeared in front of him again, barely resisting Meng Zhang's attack.

Meng Zhang didn't use magic weapon, but only relied on Shaoyang's true energy, which put Fang Meng at a disadvantage.

"Among the same sect, why bother to kill each other?"

"Let me mediate between the two, so as not to hurt the harmony between the two."

He said it nicely, this guy Zhao Dong actually made a move in secret.

A flying sword flew towards the battlefield, seemingly to separate the battle between the two, but actually flew to Meng Zhang's side.

If Meng Zhang didn't dodge, he would definitely be injured by Feijian.

Before coming here, Zhao Dong asked Fang Meng about Meng Zhang's strength.

According to Fang Meng, Meng Zhang, like him, is at the fourth level of Qi Refining. But when it comes to combat experience, Meng Zhang is far inferior to him.

If it weren't for the scruples about fellowship, Fang Meng would have taken the head of the sect long ago.

For the cunning Zhao Dong, the other party's words were dubious.

After Meng Zhang and Fang Meng fought, he found that Meng Zhang was indeed only at the fourth level of Qi refining, but the skills he practiced were so powerful that he suppressed Fang Meng.

While secretly cursing Fang Meng in his heart as a waste, he also felt that his cultivation at the sixth level of Qi refining should be enough to overwhelm Meng Zhang.

So many thoughts flashed in Zhao Dong's mind, and he acted without hesitation.

The Zhao family and Taiyi sect are both vassals of Shuangfeng Valley, Zhao Dong dare not kill Meng Zhang in public.

He was just going to cut off one of Meng Zhang's arms, at most his cultivation base, in order to hit the prestige of the head of the Taiyi Sect.

Zhao Dong, who thought he was kind enough, seemed very sophisticated in terms of timing and direction.

Although Meng Zhang was fighting Fang Meng, he did not relax his vigilance against Zhao Dong.

As old enemies of the Taiyi Sect, the Zhao family's despicable villains can't do anything.

Seeing the flying sword released by Zhao Dong flying towards him, Meng Zhang did not dodge or dodge, took out a golden knife, and threw it at the flying sword.

This golden knife, which lacked the tip, had long been sacrificed by Meng Zhang with the technique of blood refining and sacrificial explosion.

The seemingly powerless golden knife exploded as soon as it came into contact with Feijian.

After a loud "boom", Feijian jumped a few times after being blasted, and then fell to the ground powerlessly.

The flying sword that had been tempered with the zhenqi sacrifice was injured, and the backlash he received caused the zhenqi in Zhao Dong's body to surge, making him very uncomfortable.

This is not over yet, Meng Zhang has never been a person who only takes beatings and does not fight back.

Bombing Zhao Dong's flying sword was just the beginning. Meng Zhang took out a futon and slammed it hard at Zhao Dong.

Seeing an unknown object smashing towards him, Zhao Dong, who had just suffered a loss, did not dare to be careless. He raised a small shield and stood in front of himself.

Under the control of Zhao Dong's true energy, the little shield flew up and down in front of his body, completely covering his body.

The futon hit the small shield accurately, and there was another loud explosion.

The futon was completely blown into pieces, and jade chips flew all over the sky, hitting the small shield, and there was a clanging sound.

Fortunately, the surrounding crowd had been dispersed long ago. Otherwise, there will definitely be a lot of accidental injuries after the two explosions.

The explosion just now caused a lot of damage to this small shield. Zhao Dong, who controlled Xiaodun with zhenqi, couldn't help but feel a sweetness in his throat due to the backlash of zhenqi, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blood refinement and sacrificial explosion technique is really extraordinary, and the two discarded magic weapons can be regarded as turning waste into treasure.

Although the two ritual artifacts that have been sacrificed and refined have been used up, there are no more.

But from Meng Zhang's face, you can't see this.

While completely suppressing Fang Meng, he acted like he was about to continue attacking Zhao Dong.

Zhao Dong suffered a great loss from the two attacks just now. For Meng Zhang's strength, I feel completely unclear. Seeing Meng Zhang's posture, he began to be afraid.

This is the territory of the Taiyi Sect, and there are people from the Taiyi Sect around them. They are afraid that the other party will become fierce, thinking that after killing themselves and Fang Meng, the news will not be leaked.

"Sect Master Meng, I'm here as a guest, and everyone in my family knows about it."

Zhao Dong quickly stabilized Meng Zhang and released a talisman at the same time.

This talisman spontaneously ignites without fire, transforming into a water dragon.

As soon as the water dragon appeared, it rushed towards Fang Meng, blocking the flames that were rushing towards him.

"Brother Fang, come to me quickly."

The water dragon temporarily blocked Meng Zhang's attack, and Fang Meng hurried to Zhao Dong's side when he heard Zhao Dong's anxious voice.

After the two met, Zhao Dong said, "Master Meng, I'm being rude today."

"I still have important things to do, and I will come to the door to plead guilty in the future."

Before the words fell, Zhao Dong led Fang Meng and left here as if fleeing for his life.