In the house, several young people were rummaging around, throwing away all the furniture and decorations in the house, even lifting the floor, but still found nothing.
One of them seemed to be the leader. He stood at the door with an increasingly impatient look on his face. Seeing that he had searched through the whole house but couldn't find what he wanted, he immediately returned to the yard and grabbed Meng Han.
He took off Ting's collar and asked fiercely:
"Old guy, I will give you one last chance now to hand over the ancestral artifacts inherited by your line. Anyway, all the men in your lineage are dead, so there is no use keeping the ancestral artifacts. If you refuse
If you hand it over, I will make it look good to you!"
As he said that, he glanced at Meng Meng who was lying in Meng Hanting's arms. The little girl had experienced this kind of thing, and her face turned pale with fright. She kept hiding in her grandfather's arms while sobbing.
: "Uncle Meng, you lied to me, right? My father and mother promised me that they would come back to attend my coming-of-age ceremony. They would not die. I don't believe it!"
"Humph, you are a little girl, what can you possibly lie to!"
The leading man surnamed Meng snorted coldly and said with a straight face: "The soul slips that Meng Ziliang and Cheng Ying left in the family's forbidden area were broken three months ago. The family also sent many people to find their whereabouts.
In the end, nothing was found. Later, I learned the news from Xingxuan Blessed Land that all the souls of their entire team of seven people were shattered in one day. It is very likely that they provoked powerful monks or monsters, and they have completely fallen."
Hearing what he said was serious, even though I still didn't believe it in my heart, the little girl still burst into tears and cried so hard that I felt pity for her.
The leader's patience seemed to be exhausted, and he said in a deep voice: "The reason why I explained so much is to make you understand the current situation clearly. Meng Ziliang is dead, and there are only two of you left in your department. Old
You, young and old, can't keep that ancestral artifact at all. If you don't hand it over, I will burn your doghouse and make you and your grandson beg for food on the street!"
One of the leader's hands grabbed Meng Hanting's collar and tightened it very tightly. Although he was young, his cultivation level had already survived three heavenly tribulations, while Meng Hanting's cultivation level was only in the Sanxian realm.
, where was his opponent? The old man's neck was strangled until it turned purple, his wrinkled old face was red from the suffocation, and he coughed violently.
The little girl's eyes were full of tears. She sat up from her grandfather's arms, knelt on the ground, hugged the leader's arm, and cried anxiously and pitifully: "Please, let go of my grandfather, he
I can’t breathe anymore.”
The little girl grabbed the leader's arm hard and shook it back and forth, but it didn't work at all since she was not at the level of Dharma Realm and how strong she could be.
"Ghost girl, get out of here!"
The leader was upset by Meng Meng's crying voice. He raised his leg with force and kicked the little girl directly in the stomach, kicking her away and causing her to fall on the ground.
"Mengzishan, you beast, she is just a child, how could you do this to her!"
Seeing his only little granddaughter being kicked so hard by the other party that she fell unconscious and fell to the ground motionless, Meng Hanting's eyes turned red with anger and he roared angrily.
He struggled, trying to crawl over to check Meng Meng's injuries, but his body was blocked by the leader named Meng Zishan. Not only did the leader not let him go, he even got worse and stepped on him with one foot.
On his chest, he continued to ask questions.
"This is just the beginning. If you don't hand over what I want, I will wait to see your granddaughter die in front of you!" Meng Zishan finally exhausted all his patience and exuded a terrifying feeling.
With murderous intent, he issued an ultimatum.
The old man's voice was hoarse and he roared: "Didn't you search it? It's really not true. The ancestors of our branch have been lost long ago, otherwise how could we have failed like this!"
"Stubborn, it seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"
Meng Zishan's face was ferocious, and he stepped hard on the chest of the old man Meng Hanting with his right foot. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound of bones, and the entire chest collapsed.
"Beast, stop it!"
At this time, Jiang Wen walked into the courtyard and saw Meng Meng lying unconscious on the ground. Old Meng Hanting was trampled under his feet again, and blood continued to seep out from his mouth, nose and eyes. He
Suddenly he was furious, and there seemed to be a blazing fire burning in his body, like an enraged lion.
He rushed forward with a quick stride, kicked Meng Zishan hard, and rescued Meng Hanting. Then he said angrily: "You can't bear to do this to such a lonely old man, who is still your elder."
If you remove your hands, will you still have humanity?"
"That little brat who came out of nowhere dares to meddle in my business. He's really looking for death!"
Meng Zishan kicked Jiang Wen away and lost face in front of his men. His face turned green with anger. He shouted angrily and led several of his men to surround Jiang Wen.
"Third Young Master, let me teach him a lesson!"
One of the men beside Mengzishan volunteered and stood up, "Boy, you are only in the realm of Sanxian. You want to imitate others and fight against injustice, and you don't open your eyes to see where this place is. If you know how to understand, you can do it now.
Kneel down and kowtow to the Third Young Master, maybe I can spare your life."
Jiang Wen's face was gloomy and condescending. He didn't even look at the guy opposite him. His eyes fell directly on Meng Zishan and said coldly: "I will also give you a chance. Kneel down and apologize to Old Man Meng now, otherwise
If so, none of you will be able to safely walk out of the door behind me today!"
"Damn it, where did that bastard dare to talk to the Third Young Master in such a tone? Beat him to death!"
Before Meng Zishan could speak, the Meng family disciple who had volunteered to come forward seemed to have suffered great humiliation. He rushed up with a strong step, slapped Jiang Wen in the face like a cattail leaf fan, and slapped him hard on the face.
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This man's mind was extremely vicious. He had obviously reached the realm of Two Tribulations Loose Immortal, which was a level higher than Jiang Wen, but he suddenly made a sneak attack, and there was a black light in his palm, which was a poisonous scorpion.
A low-level magic weapon refined from the tail of a man with extremely despicable conduct.
"ah!"
However, in the next second, the man screamed on the spot, because Jiang Wen took action in advance. The index finger and middle finger of his right hand came together and turned into a finger sword. It pierced his palm as fast as lightning and cut off one of his fingers.
The whole arm is useless.
The magic weapon made from the poisonous scorpion tail fell out of the man's palm. Before he could take it back, Jiang Wen grabbed it in his hand and directly erased the mental mark in the magic weapon and took it as his own.
have.
"No wonder you dare to meddle in other people's business. It turns out you are really capable!"
Seeing that one of his most capable subordinates was beaten into a cripple in an instant, Meng Zishan sneered, waved his hand, and sent out the remaining three subordinates, "Come with me and take him down, just in time for me
There is still a lack of an obedient slave in my house, take him back and train him carefully, he will definitely be of great use!"
The three people surrounded Jiang Wen in the center, and at the same time, they took out their magic weapons and threw them at Jiang Wen.
Jiang Wen's appearance is deceptive. His external cultivation is only equivalent to that of a one-kalpa loose immortal, but in fact his strength is more terrifying than that of a strong person in the realm of three-kalpa loose immortal. And these three in Mengzi Mountain
His subordinates are all a mob, and the one with the highest level of cultivation cannot be his opponent unless he has survived two heavenly tribulations.
"Bang!"
The divine light of Zixia, the great magical power, transformed into a purple sword in his hand, and with a sweep across the air, three low-level magic weapons were thrown away.
At the moment when the three of them were shocked, Jiang Wen took action again and slapped them three times in succession, sending the three of them flying into the air. Their faces were swollen into pig heads.
"You little bastard, you're looking for death!"
Meng Zishan was completely embarrassed and furious, and his subordinates were knocked down one after another. If Jiang Wen could not be stopped, his boss would lose his face.
With an angry shout, he jumped up and held out a short hammer-shaped magic weapon in his hand. There was a dazzling electric light flashing on the hammer head, crackling and smashing towards Jiang Wen's head. Now he could see it.
Well, Jiang Wen's cultivation is definitely not as weak as it seems on the surface, so he doesn't dare to underestimate the enemy anymore, and he will strike with thunder every time he strikes.
"Huh, what a trick!" Jiang Wen sneered, and the long sword transformed by Zixia's divine light in his hand decomposed and turned into a long whip, which swept towards Mengzishan's body lying in the air like a spiritual snake.
From Meng Zishan, we can see the gap between the disciples of the casual cultivator family and the sect disciples of Dongtian Paradise. The sect disciples practice step by step, following the guidance of the elders of the sect, to systematically and completely develop the potential in the body.
and potential, while disciples from casual cultivating families like Meng Zishan only aim to achieve one word quickly, and their foundation is unstable.
With the same magic power that has survived three catastrophes, the feeling Mengzi Mountain gave Jiang Wen was far inferior to the Wei Mingdao he had seen in the Rotting Bone Swamp before.
Among the disciples of the Ziyang Cave Heaven Inner Sect that Xu Nei saw, many who were in the Second Tribulation Sanxian Realm also had strength comparable to his.
Such a Three Tribulations Loose Immortal who was forced to thrive would be Jiang Wen's opponent.
Just after one round, the outcome of the battle came to an end. The long whip transformed by Zixia's divine light flew out and directly hit Meng Zishan's body, tying his body up like a rice dumpling and pulling it apart.
Arrive in front of me.
Being subdued by Jiang Wen's move, Mengzishan not only did not repent, but instead yelled and shouted with his eyes wide open: "You dare to arrest me, you are so bold. This is Mengshan Fairy City and our Meng family."
If you dare to touch my territory, you will be dead, completely dead..."
"Noisy!"
Jiang Wen snorted coldly, opened his bows with his left and right hands at the same time, and slapped a dozen big mouths in succession. Blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, his cheeks were red and swollen, and almost all the teeth in his mouth were knocked out.
"These few slaps are a lesson to you. If you let me see you bullying lonely old people and children again in the future, I will definitely chop off both of your hands."
Jiang Wen slapped him in the face and kept scolding him. It wasn't until Mengzishan was beaten into a big pig's head that he lost his human shape. Then he let go of his hand and flicked his long whip, killing Mengzishan and his four men.
All his men were thrown away and landed on the street outside the door.
"Now get out of here and don't come here again, otherwise I'll beat you every time I see you!"