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    An Qianqian said coldly: "Tell me quickly, who killed my father."

    The monk looked pale and said with a sad face: "I really don't know!"

    "Stop talking nonsense and tell me quickly who killed my father." An Qianqian moved her right hand, and another water snake flew out.

    The monk had no way to avoid it, and was hit by the water snake in the front, and was sent flying directly.

    The monk who struggled to get up was in tatters and looked extremely miserable.

    Meng Yu felt that the heat was almost over and it was time for him to take the stage. After stopping An Qianqian from making any further moves, Meng Yu walked up to the monk.

    Seeing Meng Yu walking up to him, the monk looked happy. In his opinion, he was just an ordinary person, probably the pretty boy raised by An Qianqian.

    The reason why he felt like this was that Meng Yu had changed into normal clothes when he came out with Liu Yutian. In addition, Meng Yu's cultivation level was higher than this monk, so he naturally mistakenly thought that Meng Yu was an ordinary person.  .

    The monk was secretly thinking about how to capture Meng Yu as a means of blackmail. When he saw Meng Yu walking in front of him, he felt that the opportunity had come.

    "My friend, I think your behavior is very wise!" The monk stood up, "Do you think I can't deal with you now?"

    Meng Yu looked at the clown-like monk in front of him with a smile. His spiritual power couldn't stop running, and his aura kept rising.

    "I want to tell you, I'm very angry," Meng Yu said, "You actually treat me as a pretty boy. What I hate most in my life is pretty boys."

    The monk was stunned because he felt the aura coming from Meng Yu's body.

    "Do you know what your fate will be?" Meng Yu glanced at the monk, his eyes so bright that people didn't dare to look directly at him.

    The monk's face changed, and he suddenly realized that Meng Yu's cultivation had surpassed his own, and he exclaimed: "You, you are the foundation builder"

    "Since you don't know anything, then go to hell!" Meng Yu shouted sharply, and his palms emitted purple light.

    "You, what do you want to do!" The monk realized something was wrong and was shocked. He quickly took out a black talisman paper from his clothes, and at the same time made a seal with both hands, slowly forming a wind blade in front of him.

    Meng Yu looked at the monk mockingly and did not stop him. He wanted to experience for himself how powerful the first-level attack talisman could be. You must know that he had bought some himself before.

    "Look at my 'Wind Blade'!" He roared again unwillingly, and shot out the completed spiritual magic formula.

    ¡°Perhaps it¡¯s because he personally mixed all his spiritual power into it. This wind blade was like a black edge, with a dark black light, twisted and turned, and came towards Meng Yu with an astonishing momentum.

    Luo Yang and An Qianqian who were behind Meng Yu were also very surprised. It would have been absolutely impossible for them to issue such a powerful magic spell.

    "Splitting Mountain Palm." Meng Yu just said lightly, and a handprint flew out from Meng Yu's hand and rushed towards the black wind blade. In an instant, the wind blade was invisible due to the palm print, as if it had never appeared.  As if.

    The monk was horrified when he saw the scene in front of him. That was his best attack method. He mixed his own spiritual power into the spiritual talisman to increase the power of the spell. The power of this attack would never be less than the second level.  Wind blade talisman.

    The handprint that Meng Yu waved did not disappear because of the collision with the wind blade. After breaking the wind blade, it still blasted towards the monk who had fallen to the ground because his legs were weak.

    At this moment, the monk already understood that Meng Yu's cultivation level was much higher than his own. He was probably a monk in the middle or late stage of foundation building, and was not comparable to a monk in his Qi training period.  But it was too late to regret, the grave had already been dug, waiting for me to lie in it.

    Just when he was terrified, Meng Yu waved again, turning the previous handprint invisible in the air.

    The monk, who was originally certain to die, saw this scene and realized that he had escaped disaster, and fell limply to the ground.

    "Have you remembered anything now?" Meng Yu asked, glaring at the monk.

    How dare that monk refute!  He hurriedly said: "Yes! Yes! Yes! I remembered that this matter was done by the young master of Yidao Clan and my uncle. I was not involved at all. I just came here yesterday. At that time, this  It has already happened." The monk felt that he was unlucky today because he went out without looking at the almanac. If he could get out of trouble this time, he would definitely leave here and never come to Blackwater Town again. Nothing can compare to him.  My little life!

    "Then where are your uncle and the young sect leader now?" Meng Yu then asked.

    That repair?Looking at Meng Yu timidly, he said with a sad face, "They have been eating, drinking and having fun in Yidaomen these days and have never gone out. This is all I know about this fellow Taoist. Can I leave?"

    "Why are you in a hurry? I said I won't let you leave. Go back and tell your uncle that tomorrow, Meng Yu, the leader of Thunder Blade Sect, will come with his disciple An Qianqian to ask for an explanation. Let him wipe his neck and wait.  !" Meng Yu said in a stronger tone, "By the way, you can leave, but you can keep all the spiritual stones and other things on your body!"

    "Yes, yes, I will definitely bring the words, I will definitely bring them!" The monk quickly took out a few items from his arms, bent back and begged.

    "Go away!" Meng Yu waved his sleeves, and the monk, as if he had received an amnesty, left here in a hurry with three disciples from the Yidao Sect. He ran very fast and quickly disappeared from the crowd without blinking.  In sight.

    An Qianqian stepped forward and picked up some things that the monk had thrown on the ground, and presented them respectfully.

    Meng Yu looked through it roughly, and couldn't help but curse the poor man in his heart. In addition to the 12 low-grade spiritual stones, there were also four unused wind blade talismans, two earth cracking talismans, a fire wall talisman and an ice sword.  The talismans were all first-level talismans and were of little use to Meng Yu.

    Meng Yu shook his head helplessly and gave all the spirit stones to An Qianqian and Luo Yang. Those low-level talismans were included in the Qiankun Ring by him. He felt that he still needed to understand something like talismans.

    Luo Yang seemed very happy to get these spirit stones, but Liu Yutian, who didn't get them, was not jealous. After all, he had not yet reached the Qi training stage, and the spirit stones were just stones to him.

    An Qianqian frowned and said worriedly: "Master, I know you want to help me get revenge, but I think letting him go is too hasty."

    "I deliberately wanted to make them alert." Meng Yu explained: "At this moment, the monk returns in such a mess. This will definitely surprise the master and uncle. Moreover, they will know if they inquire about it.  We are a sect on the Ziyun Mountains, and these casual cultivators will surely have internal conflicts, so let¡¯s go there tomorrow, just in time.¡±

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