The man came through the air with a sharp sword energy, which scared Tang Yu, who was in a daze.

After realizing that the other party was full of terrifying cultivation.

Tang Yu said in confusion: "Tang Yu? What's the matter with us uncle?"

"Uncle Master? Are you not Tang Yu?"

Seeing Tang Yu's face of impeccable confusion, Meng Zihao was stunned for a moment.

Then he took out a portrait from the storage ring.

The man in the portrait is Tang Yu.

After confirming that he was not looking for the wrong person, Meng Zihao stared at Tang Yu and sneered.

"It's really a demon from Hehuan Sect. These clever methods can be used at will, so that you can leave a last word when you die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Ying happened to walk out of the boat.

Because Meng Zihao's cultivation is too high.

She didn't notice that Meng Zihao was coming in the building.

After walking out to see Mengzi's luxury, Nangong Ying was stunned for a moment and instantly appeared beside Tang Yu.

She had a few more protective magic weapons in her hand, staring at Meng Zihao with a vigilant look on her face.

"Senior Meng, my Hehuan Sect has never had a grudge against you, so why do you want to trouble my junior brother?"

"Of course I have no grudges with Hehuan Sect, but this kid has a deep grudge against me. Today I will definitely kill this thief with the sword!"

I saw the extremely high-quality protective magic weapons in Nangong Ying's hand.

Meng Zihao didn't agree.

As a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage, there is a big gap between the two sides.

What's more, as a sword cultivator, his killing power is far better than that of an ordinary god-transforming cultivator. Even if he has magic weapons to protect him, Tang Yu would never have the chance to escape from him.

"What kind of hatred do I have with you?"

Tang Yu can't be fooled by this guy, and he is kind and never makes enemies with others. Where does he get the deep hatred?

"I'll ask you, did you draw "The Fairy Meiyun's Fall in the Mid"?"

Meng Zihao asked angrily.

After he said this.

Tang Yu and Nangong Ying looked at each other.

"Yes, but this is a matter between our Hehuan Sect and the Jade Girl Sect. What does it have to do with you?"

Tang Yu immediately turned the blame on the sect to hate.

"I don't care about your two major sects, but you humiliate my Xiao Meiyun. If I don't care about this with you, I, Meng Zihao, will be ashamed of the three-foot sword in my hand."

After Meng Zihao finished speaking, his sword energy became more and more fierce, and he completely wrapped the entire building ship.

Some monks on the ground noticed this terrifying sword energy and turned their faces of fear.

Which old sword cultivator with a great cultivation level is using his magical powers?

"Junior brother, I'll hold him back. You can find an opportunity to escape as much as possible."

Seeing that this guy was really going to take action, Nangong Ying activated several protective magic weapons in her hand, and used divine thoughts to send a voice to Tang Yu prepare to escape, and then looked at Meng Zihao and warned.

"Men's surname, you dare to hurt my junior brother today. If you don't talk about my Hehuan Sect, my ancestor will not let you go."

"Are you scared when you think we sword cultivators?"

Meng Zihao looked calm and was about to hand it out with a sword.

“Wait wait.”

Seeing that the other party was about to take action, Tang Yu immediately stopped him and said.

"You have something to say. You can kill me, but I have to make sure of something with you."

When he spoke, he grabbed Nangong Ying's hand and pulled her behind him.

Nangong Ying's eyes subconsciously fell on Tang Yu's side face, and her mood suddenly became a little strange.

"What's up?"

Meng Zihao said with his eyes narrowed.

He also wanted to hear what this person wanted to say before his death, and he could tell her back to Meiyun.

"Are you and Fang Meiyun's Taoist couples?"

Tang Yu asked with a strange expression.

This problem obviously made the sword energy floating around a little messed up.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Meng Zihao's face, full of murderous intent, and said, "Not for now."

When he said this, Nangong Ying, who was standing behind Tang Yu, looked a hint of contempt in her eyes.

This guy has pursued Fang Meiyun for hundreds of years, and no one knows about the seven major sects?

And this is also the strangest thing for everyone.

Fang Meiyun looks ordinary, although she is talented and has a noble status.

But as a wild cultivator, Meng Zihao was able to practice until the stage of transformation of the gods, and he would never lose to Fang Meiyun in terms of identity.

What does this guy like about Fang Meiyun?

"Okay, then I'll change my question. How many years have you liked her?"

Tang Yu's face was as normal, and he had already cursed the licking dog who had killed thousands of swords in his heart.

"What does it have to do with you? That's your last words?"

Meng Zihao said coldly, he really didn't want to answer this question.

"That's not. I think we can be friends. You think I insulted the person you like, so you want to kill me, and I understand that."

"But things have two sides. My appearance may not be a bad thing for you. I ask you, do she know about your assassination?"

Tang Yu asked with a smile.

"So what if you know? So what if you don't know?"

Meng Zihao was increasingly unable to guess Tang Yu’s thoughts, but he was not satisfied with killing the kid without asking clearly.

"That must be what I know. I have seen Fang Meiyun. Her personality should be jealous of men. No matter how many years you like her, she will not look at you."

"But after I appeared, did you and her have a topic? She is even willing to ask you to help kill me?"

Tang Yu asked with a chuckle.

Meng Zihao frowned, as if this was indeed the case.

If it weren't for this kid, Meiyun's personality would probably not be willing to say three words to herself.

So he asked with a dark face, "So what do you want to say?"

"I can help you catch up with your junior sister Meiyun."

Tang Yu rubbed his hands and smiled sincerely, then looked at Nangong Ying and said.

"Senior sister, go in and rest first. I'll have a good talk with this senior."

"All right……"

Nangong Ying didn't expect that this guy would convince the murderous Meng Zihao to return to the boat obediently.

After Nangong Ying left, Meng Zihao waved his hand.

The sword energy around him shrouded him and Tang Yu together to prevent the outside world from hearing their conversation.

He looked at Tang Yu's face and said a little calmer.

"Give me a reason not to kill you."

He was so moved that he could get Meiyun.

"Senior sit and chat."

Tang Yu took out a set of tables, chairs and tea sets from the storage ring, and gracefully brewed a pot of tea and handed a cup to Meng Zihao.

"Senior, tell me first, how many years have you been pursuing Fang Meiyun?"

"I am a man who is quite infatuated and has loved her for more than 400 years."

Meng Zihao's answer almost made Tang Yu, who was drinking tea, choke to death.

Seeing that Meng Zihao's face was not kind, Tang Yu quickly praised.

"Fang Meiyun actually refused the beautiful man with such a affectionate heart. This shows that this woman has some problems with her personality, but what do you like, senior?"

"That's too much, I like every bit of her."
To be continued...