Chapter 121

Looking at the sleeping Yan Mengmeng over there, Ning Fengzhi shook his head, sighed and sighed: "she is still a child after all!"

These words were particularly unpleasant to the public.

We all know that Yan Mengmeng is very strong, but who remembers that she is actually the youngest of all.

Love, love.

For a person who meets by chance and has some good feelings, he can fight against the strongest martial soul hall in the mainland.

If anyone here today died, who could do so.

What would she do?

People already have the answer in their hearts.

After that, it is Ning Fengzhi's arrangement.

Those students, including Wang Xiaoqin, were all brought back to New Oriental College, together with Shaoxin and Deqiang.

Ning Fengzhi, Jian Douluo, Dugu Bo and Zhao Wuji stay here and pay attention to the trend of wusoul hall.

……

At the same time, Wu soul hall.

Bidong is waiting anxiously.

These two days, she studies everything about Yan Mengmeng all the time.

Even set up a net here.

In the face of a God, she dare not have the slightest fluke.

However, she knew so little about Yan Mengmeng that she didn't even know her name. However, she knew that before, Yan Mengmeng was not black, but she saw that Wang Dashui became like this after his death.

Now things are a little simpler. Maybe the front can't beat God, but not necessarily in terms of others.

Like... Poison.

……

The next day, Yan Mengmeng woke up full of energy.

After yesterday, there was no such depressing feeling anymore.

The whole person has become much refreshing.

Then I learned that the students had gone back, and it was time for me to go to the Wu soul hall to see the situation.

The three-day appointment has arrived.

Those people still have to die.

Yan Mengmeng has figured it out. Things must come to an end.

When is the time for retribution? What? Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha.

It's just an excuse for hypocrites.

There is vengeance and retribution, and that is the way of justice.

She had to bear the fruit for whatever reason she planted. Other people who died in the Wu soul hall had nothing to do with Yan Mengmeng. She only did what she wanted to do, not to avenge others, but to get the idea in her heart.

In this world, who doesn't have a few lives?

Even Tang San in the original book killed people. What's wrong with him?

……

After that, Yan Mengmeng simply cleaned up.

Opened the second form of light - background!

The whole person put on that dark soul coat again. Now Yan Mengmeng is like wearing a night suit in broad daylight.

And the ten black soul rings are particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

Others can't see the uniqueness of this, but sword Douluo feels it clearly.

Now I'm a little apprentice. I'm afraid I've already surpassed myself.

This sword is much more powerful than before.

Even the Qi of killing and cutting on the sword is no weaker than his own seven killing sword.

Yan Mengmeng simply explained this form to the public and gave it a name - heijue!

Name what the most troublesome, or learn from others to come quickly.

After saying goodbye to the crowd, Yan Mengmeng starts to go to the destination with the Chengying sword.

At this time, the ghost of bibidong and chrysanthemum pass had been waiting for a long time in the Wulin Hall of the small town.

Yan Mengmeng fell down slowly with the shadow sword, stared at bibidong in front of her, and waited for her answer.

Unexpectedly, bidong actually found those people.

At the moment, those people were all tied here by bibidong at the place where the heavenly king died with a sledgehammer.

Roughly speaking, there are more than 20 people.

Among the more than 20 people, almost all have higher cultivation than Wang dahammer.

After scanning for a week, bibidong said, "Your Highness, I don't know if you are satisfied with this answer?"

Yan Mengmeng looked back at her smiling face, nodded, and then asked, "let's talk?"

This was just what she wanted, and immediately dispelled the ghosts of chrysanthemum pass behind her.

Then lead Yan Mengmeng to a place set up in advance. It's a small reception room, but it's still very clean and tidy.

After coming in, Yan Mengmeng looked at her and said slightly, "I've seen an acquaintance of yours. His name is Yu Xiaogang. Do you know him?"

As soon as Yan Mengmeng said this, she obviously felt that Bi bidong's body was shocked, and then her face changed and looked at Yan Mengmeng.

But soon she slowed down, smiled, covered up the abnormality just now, and responded to Yan Mengmeng: "ha ha, I know, of course I know. He was still an elder in my Wulin hall."

Yan Mengmeng: "Oh, that's all right."

With that, Yan Mengmeng directly threw the shadow sword out of her hand. A burst of sword spirit burst into the air. At this time, none of the people who were brought by bibidong died under Yan Mengmeng's sword.

They lost their lives without even making a sound.

Yan Mengmeng and Bi bidong can only hear the sound of someone falling to the ground.

"Dong ~"

Bidong naturally knows what Yan Mengmeng has done, and she doesn't care.

When the last sound came to mind, the shadow sword returned to Yan Mengmeng's hand.

Yan Mengmeng looked at the film without blood and nodded with satisfaction: "well, do you have any opinion?"

Bibidong smiled bitterly, nodded, then picked up the tea prepared in advance, handed it to Yan Mengmeng and said, "of course not. The scum who bullies ordinary people in Wuhun hall should have been punished long ago."

Of course, Yan Mengmeng knew she felt bad. She killed her dog in front of her. That's hitting her face.

But Yan Mengmeng doesn't care. If she has strength, she can do whatever she wants!

She took the tea without expression. Yan Mengmeng took a sip, then looked at her and continued: "the matter of Wang sledgehammer is over. Now let's talk about the two people around you who shot at me!"

At this time, bibidong smiled: "I'm afraid I can't talk about it. The ghost of yueguan, do it!"

Yan Mengmeng:???

Just wondering, the two people showed their previous bipolar static field again, right outside the door.

Yan Mengmeng knew it long ago, but she didn't care.

But what about them?

Why do you do it yourself?

Yan Mengmeng looked at them motionless and waited for their next move.

Until bibidong in front of him opened the martial spirit, Yan Mengmeng knew where their confidence was.

A dark spider appeared directly behind her, with nine soul rings rotating and flashing.

The red soul ring was particularly bright. Yan Mengmeng felt a familiar smell on it, but didn't remember it for a moment.

Compared with this, Yan Mengmeng cares more about her own problems. Generally speaking, general poison is of no use to her.

Even if it was the kind of strange poison in the world, Yan Mengmeng didn't feel so strong.

It seems that the soul is limited, and the body is out of control.