Comprehension second product Zhao Xiaomeng

Chapter 52
It was the first time for him to use this treasure. Seeing the power of the long sword, his face was full of surprise, and then it turned into a must, and his eyes fell eagerly on the bracelet on Zhao Xiaomeng's wrist.

"Kill him! Kill him!" Monze looked at his greedy eyes and jumped angrily.It is indistinguishable from Zhao Xiaomeng, the magic weapon of this person who covets Zhao Xiaomeng is to get along with it, there is no outsider who can take advantage of Master Mengze!

"Okay!" Zhao Xiaomeng dodged the sword wind.

Turning around a few steps and appearing beside the man, his slender hand grabbed his left arm.

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 slammed on the ground fiercely.

The "Friar of Qingyunmen" was thrown face down until he was dizzy and his face was full of disbelief.Zhao Xiaomeng didn't wait for him to react, bent down and grabbed his ankle, and threw him on the ground again, but he didn't let go, just like this, while shaking, he said: "I just want you to understand that the disciples of the sect not only have You can learn the most advanced magic weapon, as well as advanced spells. I easily dodged your attack just now, and the skill I performed is called Guiyuan Hand, and any inner disciple can exchange it with contributions from the sect! Are you envious!"

"Friar of Qingyunmen" was already in pain all over his body, but when he heard Zhao Xiaomeng's words, he was so angry that his heart ached.

Xu Shi looked at his fake fellow student who was stimulated by his internal and external attacks, a little bit more air than air intake, Zhao Xiaomeng carried him towards the pile of loose cultivators, but the girl's crisp voice was heard in the presence In everyone's ears: "You have mixed spiritual roots, and now it seems that your aptitude is mediocre. Only an enterprising heart is a little bit worthwhile, but it is used in this kind of crooked way! Inch. However, you can find a remote place and show off to a group of monks who are refining Qi and building foundations. When the longevity is approaching, looking back on your life, you will not be doing nothing. Oh, I forgot, you killed innocent monks , against the harmony of heaven, I am afraid that it will be difficult to form an alchemy in the end, and I will die a good death!"

Wei Zhengrong thought to himself: What a loss!
After finishing speaking, Zhao Xiaomeng walked to the side of the crowd.

Zhao Xiaomeng could tell that a man and a woman were pressed under a casual cultivator, and the two disheveled cultivators were the younger sister and brother Fan, and they still had a faint aura.

Zhao Xiaomeng breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately she rushed over with all her strength, before these people had time to hurt them.

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

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

"Yeah." She responded to Monze.Because the bell in her arms was ringing loudly, she firmly restrained the magic bell!

Slowly stretch out his hand to pull the loose cultivator lying on the top.

He was alive too, just unconscious.

Perhaps it was also a disciple of a certain sect, who was taken captive like the little senior sister and the others, and was thrown here in the disguise of a casual cultivator to confuse people.

It's too late, it's too soon.

A long sword suddenly appeared out of thin air and stabbed at Zhao Xiaomeng's heart.

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

It seems inevitable.

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

Because the sword tip was too close to the girl!

It's impossible to escape without defense!

Even he can't!

however.

It is faster than that sword!
an umbrella.

Standing in front of Zhao Xiaomeng, blocked the fatal blow for her.

Zheng Jing was stunned.

Zhao Xiaomeng grabbed his thigh without any hesitation, lifted him up, his jaws loosened slightly, his head hit the ground, and when he was about to touch the ground, Zhao Xiaomeng tightly grabbed his ankle again , and then smashed hard to the ground.

a bit.

a bit.

again.

Wei Zhengrong turned his head, unable to bear to watch.

"You think you're good at disguising yourself! But I don't know that I have already seen that you are a casual cultivator! Which one gave you the confidence to make you think that others know you are a dragon through the pigskin eyes on your body, just you Look, even if it is full of dragon scales, you can see the rotten meat all over your body at a glance! No, you can smell your coquettish smell from ten feet away! You know how hard it is for me to hold back the desire to vomit and approach you, I'm afraid This hand needs to be washed ten times and eight times to be clean!" Zhao Xiaomeng kept moving his hands and mouth.

Zheng Jing wanted face the most. At this time, she was already dizzy after being kicked by Zhao Xiaomeng, but after listening to her words, she pouted in anger.

Zhao Xiaomeng saw that he was unresponsive, so she threw him aside and piled up with the false classmate.

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

Seeing that the two "Cultivators of the Vitality Gate" were not feeling well, they wanted to escape. Wei Zhengrong, who was turned around and returned, joined hands with the two monks of the Vitality Gate, and was trapped in the same place.

Zhao Xiaomeng hurriedly helped the little senior sister up, and she was relieved only after making sure that there were no wounds on her body.

He fed her a pill and gently put her aside.

Brother Fan was settled again, and at this time the three of them also came over.

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

Three of them were from the same sect of Wei Zhengrong, but unfortunately one of them had already been killed.Wei Zhengrong packed up the body of his brother from the same sect, and carried the two survivors aside to take care of them.

The other two were disciples of the Vitality Sect and had also been killed.The two disciples of the Vitality Sect silently packed up the body of the same senior brother, and then stripped Sanxiu of the clothes of the Vitality Sect disciples. One of them cupped his fists at Zhao Xiaomeng and said, "Fang Tao of the Vitality Sect, this is my brother Fang He." , Thank you fellow daoist for avenging my brother from the same sect this time. Just leave now!"

The two bid farewell to Wei Zhengrong and flew away.

"If it wasn't for us, they would definitely die here! Just pat their butts and leave, and the disciples of the famous and decent families don't know how to repay their favor!" Monze snorted.

Zhao Xiaomeng walked towards Zheng Jing and said in his consciousness: "We met by chance, they should be more cautious. Otherwise, I suddenly took their lives, and they didn't know why."

"Why did you kill them!" Monze said in a daze.

"Yes! I won't kill them! You know, but they don't know!" Zhao Xiaomeng laughed, "They don't know why I lured them here! Why did Sanxiu, who intercepted and killed so many sect disciples, fight like this?" Vulnerable! I don’t know why I know that person is pretending to be unconscious! But, if I’m with them, the explanation will make sense! Why don’t you quickly pack up the corpses of your fellow disciples and leave, and stay here to die!”

"It's true! Your explanation sounds so reasonable!" Mengze suddenly realized!
Zhao Xiaomeng tore off the storage bags of Zheng Jing and "Jianxiu", and wiped away their spiritual consciousness.

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

It really means more air out and less air in.

"What a tragedy!" Monze tutted.

Zhao Xiaomeng checked the storage bags of the two of them, 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.

And her two bells, one was given to her by Zhenjun Yuxia, they are the most normal sound attack magic weapon.

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

She guessed from the beginning that the person who was able to take away the little senior sister who was wearing a magic talisman for self-defense must have used extraordinary means.

The most likely one is the magic bell that makes even sword repairers hard to guard against.

(End of this chapter)