Chapter 121 (2/2)
Even the Qi of killing and cutting on the sword is no weaker than his own seven killing sword.
Yan Mengmeng simply explained this form to the public and gave it a name - heijue!
Name what the most troublesome, or learn from others to come quickly.
After saying goodbye to the crowd, Yan Mengmeng starts to go to the destination with the Chengying sword.
At this time, the ghost of bibidong and chrysanthemum pass had been waiting for a long time in the Wulin Hall of the small town.
Yan Mengmeng fell down slowly with the shadow sword, stared at bibidong in front of her, and waited for her answer.
Unexpectedly, bidong actually found those people.
At the moment, those people were all tied here by bibidong at the place where the heavenly king died with a sledgehammer.
Roughly speaking, there are more than 20 people.
Among the more than 20 people, almost all have higher cultivation than Wang dahammer.
After scanning for a week, bibidong said, ”Your Highness, I don't know if you are satisfied with this answer?”
Yan Mengmeng looked back at her smiling face, nodded, and then asked, ”let's talk?”
This was just what she wanted, and immediately dispelled the ghosts of chrysanthemum pass behind her.
Then lead Yan Mengmeng to a place set up in advance. It's a small reception room, but it's still very clean and tidy.
After coming in, Yan Mengmeng looked at her and said slightly, ”I've seen an acquaintance of yours. His name is Yu Xiaogang. Do you know him?”
As soon as Yan Mengmeng said this, she obviously felt that Bi bidong's body was shocked, and then her face changed and looked at Yan Mengmeng.
But soon she slowed down, smiled, covered up the abnormality just now, and responded to Yan Mengmeng: ”ha ha, I know, of course I know. He was still an elder in my Wulin hall.”
Yan Mengmeng: ”Oh, that's all right.”
With that, Yan Mengmeng directly threw the shadow sword out of her hand. A burst of sword spirit burst into the air. At this time, none of the people who were brought by bibidong died under Yan Mengmeng's sword.
They lost their lives without even making a sound.
Yan Mengmeng and Bi bidong can only hear the sound of someone falling to the ground.
”Dong ~”
Bidong naturally knows what Yan Mengmeng has done, and she doesn't care.
When the last sound came to mind, the shadow sword returned to Yan Mengmeng's hand.
Yan Mengmeng looked at the film without blood and nodded with satisfaction: ”well, do you have any opinion?”
Bibidong smiled bitterly, nodded, then picked up the tea prepared in advance, handed it to Yan Mengmeng and said, ”of course not. The scum who bullies ordinary people in Wuhun hall should have been punished long ago.”
Of course, Yan Mengmeng knew she felt bad. She killed her dog in front of her. That's hitting her face.
But Yan Mengmeng doesn't care. If she has strength, she can do whatever she wants!
She took the tea without expression. Yan Mengmeng took a sip, then looked at her and continued: ”the matter of Wang sledgehammer is over. Now let's talk about the two people around you who shot at me!”
At this time, bibidong smiled: ”I'm afraid I can't talk about it. The ghost of yueguan, do it!”
Yan Mengmeng:???
Just wondering, the two people showed their previous bipolar static field again, right outside the door.
Yan Mengmeng knew it long ago, but she didn't care.
But what about them?
Why do you do it yourself?
Yan Mengmeng looked at them motionless and waited for their next move.
Until bibidong in front of him opened the martial spirit, Yan Mengmeng knew where their confidence was.
A dark spider appeared directly behind her, with nine soul rings rotating and flashing.
The red soul ring was particularly bright. Yan Mengmeng felt a familiar smell on it, but didn't remember it for a moment.
Compared with this, Yan Mengmeng cares more about her own problems. Generally speaking, general poison is of no use to her.
Even if it was the kind of strange poison in the world, Yan Mengmeng didn't feel so strong.
It seems that the soul is limited, and the body is out of control.