Four hundred and seventeenth storm city (seeking Monday
Linglong regained her strength and looked at Wang Meng intently. Her eyes had regained her composure, and she held her hands tightly. She was shy, angry, frightened, and had an indescribable feeling in her heart. Everything that happened today had overturned her.
past life.
"I lost this time, but I will definitely beat you next time!" Although Linglong looks calm on the surface, she is not as calm as she appears on the inside.
Wang Meng smiled bitterly and shrugged, "I don't know what to say, but if you challenge me, I will never shy away."
After saying that, Wang Meng couldn't stay any longer, and he couldn't wait for Linglong to really change his mind. Frankly speaking, as long as Linglong didn't use her mental power to attack him, Wang Meng really couldn't fight her now. After all, strength was the last word.
In any case, the Dragon Clan is indeed very calm. If something like that happened, Linglong could still admit defeat. If it were Wang Meng himself, I don't know what would happen.
But... the atmosphere just now was really charming, and the exquisite and charming figure couldn't be wiped away even if I wanted to.
Linglong was waiting for Wang Meng to say something, but she didn't expect...this guy actually left???
Wang Zhenren made a big mistake, which had nothing to do with being frank or not. Linglong only had half of the responsibility on herself. This battle made her admire Wang Meng a little. I am afraid that even her father may not have such mental strength.
She can't compare, but she is a girl after all, and the situation just happened, she always thought that Wang Meng would express it, but in the end...
Linglong was ashamed and angry, stamping her feet angrily, "Why are humans so irresponsible!"
Master Wang sneezed. Did Her Royal Highness change her mind again?
He was not suitable for fighting now, so Wang Zhenren accelerated and ran all the way.
Linglong really didn't have time to chase Wang Meng because she was already surrounded by more than thirty monks.
"Hand over the soul stone and spare your life!"
The eyes of the monks were filled with excitement. At this time, Linglong was exuding a fascinating charm, which made all the monks unable to control it. They thought about the pile of soul stones, and they would become rich after just one action.
Wealth should not be exposed.
Obviously Linglong doesn't understand this, and Tongxian Chamber of Commerce is really not that easy to offend.
Ming. They will not break up with Wang Meng, but the matter cannot end like this.
Businessmen, interests are at risk.
Linglong's anger has reached its peak. It's okay to be bullied by Wang Meng, but now she even dares to be arrogant.
A crystal silver light flashed in his exquisite eyes.
"Hey, why is it snowing???"
Opening their hands, a group of monks also felt strange.
"Be careful, it's her spell!"
Linglong's arms opened wide, and suddenly a brilliant white light erupted.
The human monks had almost finished posing. One by one they all turned into ice sculptures.
Skills and so on are so pale in front of the powerful dragon language spells of the dragon clan.
The surrounding area of 100 meters was frozen into a world of ice and snow. Looking at the crystal clear landscape, Linglong felt a little better.
The spiritual power of dragons can attack directly. But the most powerful one is the spell released by combining spiritual power with dragon power. This is difficult for humans to do and is impossible to guard against.
It would be very difficult for Master Wang to use this move. However, Linglong just wanted to compete with Wang Meng and compete with him. She did not want to use such a highly destructive spell.
However, there was a burning pain in her buttocks, as well as a bit of soreness and numbness, and Linglong felt that her legs were a little weak.
What's going on here?
The image of Wang Meng magnified in Linglong's heart. How could this bad guy have such a strong spiritual power?
Is he giving himself up?
Linglong suddenly thought of a question. Perhaps only his father's level could know how powerful Wang Meng was. Otherwise, how could his father's vision treat Xiao Yuanyuan differently?
Linglong was really conflicted. The most important thing was that after venting her anger, she found that she didn't hate Wang Meng at all, but instead had an indescribable emotion.
Stomping her feet, Linglong rose into the sky...
Wang Zhenren has already set foot on the road to Storm City. The city where Fan Ru is located is none other than Saint Xiu's Storm City.
Storm City is much larger than Xueyue City. It is a truly top-level holy city. It is home to the Qingyun Sect, which is the eighth in the Star Alliance. The Fahua Sect led by Fan Ru is also among them. However, Fahua Sect's recent ranking is
Seventy-three, still behind the church.
After coming out of the teleportation array, Wang Meng felt the prosperity of the big city. This atmosphere was different from that of the Cultivation Academy. The bustling monks were all looking for opportunities with their eyes widened.
At this point, don’t think that holy cultivators have the opportunity to be merciful. Holy cultivators and demons are just different in their practice methods. The competition between holy cultivators is also fierce, and they will still succeed in tricking, abducting, and stealing.
Wang Meng is the kind of person who wants to be fired. With Linglong's strength and intelligence, no one can really do anything to her, and with her character, she shouldn't be able to complain, right?
Anyway, Tu Mu is a reasonable person.
He quickly put these things behind him, found a place to settle down, and then used the star ring to contact Fan Ru.
After Fan Ru received the news from Fan Hong, he did not leave Storm City and instead waited for Wang Meng.
As soon as he saw Wang Meng, Fan Ru gave Wang Meng a big hug very enthusiastically, which made Wang Meng a little flattered. What surprised Wang Meng even more was that Fan Hong was also there.
"You guys are finally here. Why, when you become famous, you will forget about me."
Fan Ru said with a smile, and Fan Xiaoniao on the side jumped up as if he was electrocuted, "Old man, I won't kill you if you eat randomly, but I will make you an absolute nemesis by talking nonsense!"
Fan Ru immediately gave Fan Xiaoniao a slap in the face, "You little bastard, you are seeking death!"
"Old man, if you call him Brother Fan, aren't I a generation younger than him? I can't survive this life. If I can't survive, I won't be able to live. If I can't survive, are you going to have no future?"
Fan Hong said seriously.
Fan Ru was stunned and didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You brat, we all have to do our own thing. With Wang Meng's strength, being your elder is more than enough."
Wang Meng waved his hand quickly, "Senior, Fan Hong and I have been lifelong friends."
"Senior, senior, if you are older, just call me Lao Fan. You kid should learn from Wang Meng!"
Looking at the way Fan Hong grinned, he knew that he had been taught a lot of lessons during this period.
However, Fan Hong's strength has really improved a lot, and he has reached the forty-sixth level. The prodigal son will not be able to exchange for gold when he comes back. After all, he is Fan Ru's son, so his talent will not be bad.
"How do you feel about Storm City?" Fan Ru asked as the guests and hosts sat down.
"It is indeed much more prosperous than Xueyue City."
"Haha, the Star Alliance established the Killing Space. In fact, it has changed the situation of cross-border melees in various small worlds. Although the Holy Demons have camps, they have actually been in a state of equilibrium in the past few years. It is difficult to have a big war. Secretly, no one is serious.
Dare to relax, the strength has improved, but the fighting has decreased, and monks from various small worlds are together and communicating with each other. It can be said that the development of one hundred years now is equivalent to the development of the past five hundred years."
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