"Is that man Meng Da Jun?" Not far away, someone's eyes fell on Meng Fei and whispered: "I thought that the old demon Meng, who has become famous in the Dahua Dynasty, was an old demon over fifty years old.

I didn't expect this person to be so young."

A young man of fourteen or fifteen years old, about the same age as Meng Fei, looked at Meng Fei, shook his head and smiled, "It's better to be famous than to meet. This person's cultivation is not high, and he can kill so many good players. According to my Wang Zhuo, it's nothing more than

Relying on two points, the first is that he has a treasure, and the second is that his physical body is strong.

Judging from his cultivation level, he is not easy to exert the power of the treasure. As for the physical strength, many mental attacks can suppress his physical body."

The people next to him nodded after hearing this.

"Criminal, what do you think of that Master Meng?" At the docking place of the tower, three children of the Han royal family stood at the bow of the ship, scanning everyone, a middle-aged man who looked like a guard stood behind them, looking at one of them.

The young prince smiled.

The young prince, named Zhao Zixuan, smiled and said, "He is not weak. Among his peers, there are few opponents."

A royal girl next to her smiled and said, "It's just not weak." She was so heroic that she laughed loudly: "The strength of a cultivator depends on seven aspects: one's cultivation level, two weapons, three skills, and four souls.

Five experiences, six battle beasts, and seven martial arts.

According to my younger sister, this young master Meng has three of the seven aspects, including weapons, martial arts, skills and experience, all of which are very good, but his cultivation is not high and his soul is dim. He should be taking a wild path, without

After systematic practice, but because of this, he is also a craftable material."

"Sister Yingxin is right." Another royal family member, Zhao Yu, had a gentle eyes as if he wanted, and said with a smile: "This young master Meng has indeed not been systematically cultivated, in front of those small sects and disciples of small families,

Can dominate for the moment.

But in front of those disciples of aristocratic families with profound backgrounds, they are afraid that they will be a bit pale. Many people present, many of them, can be his opponents."

The three of them are all from the Han royal family, and they are not old. They also compete with each other. Therefore, although the three of them express their opinions on Meng Fei, they also have the meaning of exploring each other in their words.

The Han Emperor's surname is Zhao, and he has many brothers and sisters, and he is named Prince. Zhao Zixuan comes from the Fourth Prince's Mansion, Zhao Yingxin is the princess of the Seventh Prince's Mansion, and Zhao Yu is the prince of the Third Prince's Mansion.

Zhao Zixuan seemed quite generous and smiled and said, "Nevertheless, this young master Meng is not weak and is a talent worthy of winning. If he can take such a person under his command, he will be eliminated later.

It must be an arm helper.”

Zhao Yu smiled and said, "I think that Wang Zhuo is very good, I am afraid his strength is still above Master Meng. As for Master Meng, there are many practitioners with the title of him, and they are not worthy of special attention.

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Changsun Ning'er was eager to try and smiled, "Two brothers, why not give it a try and see who can impress this young master Meng and take it under his command?"

Zhao Zixuan smiled and said, "Seventh sister has such ambition, so she should accompany her brother."

Meng Fei looked around and couldn't help but feel shocked. At this time, the mountain gate of the Shengquan Sect had gathered hundreds of elites from sects and families, and there were still people coming.

He could see that many of these people were not much weaker than him, and they had the prestige of many forces far above the Shura clan.

There are some forces, even the Shura clan, who dare not provoke.

He saw a young girl with a treasure spirit and obviously had a treasure, and even he felt palpitations.

There was also a dull young man with a wooden look and a strong murderous aura, forcing others to retreat one after another, and no one dared to approach the three feet of his side.

Not far from this dull young man, there was a smiling fat man standing, with heat waves emitting all over his body, as if there was a huge furnace hidden in his big belly, constantly burning his dantian body, probably practicing a kind of

Extremely domineering body refining technique.

Another girl in white stood there quietly. Meng Fei's eyes swept through her several times in a row, but she couldn't help but ignore her. When the girl's eyes glanced at him, Meng Fei caught her breath a little.

Pay attention to her.

Meng Fei looked solemn, and couldn't help but raise his spirits and said intimately: "These people are rare geniuses and extremely powerful. It seems that if they want to become disciples of the Holy Spring Sect, they have to go through a battle of dragons and tigers."

"The people from the Murong family are here!" someone suddenly said in a lost voice.

Meng Fei looked up and saw an iron chariot coming from a distance. When he came to the mountain gate of the Shengquan Sect, a young man with a cold expression walked down from the chariot. With a move, the chariot came more and more.

The smaller it is, it falls in his palm.

This Murong family disciple is not old, even one or two years younger than Meng Fei. His cultivation is extremely terrifying, full of true energy and surging. He should be a strong man close to the realm of ashes!

Confused, he whispered: "Murong family, as one of the seventy-two ancient ancients, why would they be interested in the Holy Spring Sect?"

"In recent years, the Murong family has gradually declined and is no longer the old ancient family they used to be. Even the Han royal family has sent people to come. It is natural for the Murong family to send their children to join the Shengquan Sect, and it is nothing more than just planning to revitalize the family."

Someone insider said with a smile.

"I recognize this young man. It is said that his name is Murong Longhan. He is a demonic figure of the Murong family. When he was born, a strange phenomenon came from the sky and thousands of flowers flew together. When he was promoted to a cultivator, he obtained the Four Powers Life Palace. It is a terrible thing.

Top-level monster qualifications!”

A well-informed practitioner smiled and said, "I heard that an elder of the Murong family met a master from the Xiahou clan in a Luofu tower in the Dahua Dynasty. He was beaten seriously injured and returned to the clan to recuperate. As a result, he was a result of this.

He died of serious injuries and even the ancient chime was shattered by the phantom of Xiahou's Dzi beads, and his face was lost!"

Murong Longhan looked at the man who spoke coldly and said in a soft voice: "You are dead." In his tone, with condescending indifference, he directly announced the death of the cultivator.

The cultivator, also an elite disciple of a sect, had a drastic face, and his face was as scared as if he was so scared.

Murong Longhan turned to look at Meng Fei and said coldly: "My ancient chimes, divine sounds and ancient rhymes of my Murong family, have nothing to hide, so you are dead!" After that, he kept silent.

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Fang Zhi, Xu Zhu, Changsun Wuji and others suddenly stood in front of Meng Fei, and sneered: "Murong Longhan, who did you say is dead? If you have the will, come to us!"
Chapter completed!