Chapter 119 Return to the Mountain Gate

"Come on, Brother Meng Xiong and beat that hateful bad guy down." Behind everyone, a pretty and petite green figure also followed.

Zhuo Yi heard the sound and looked at him. He was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl with a pretty face. He was wearing a green flower dress and had a head of beautiful hair as if he had carefully taken care of her. From a distance, he looked like an exquisite doll.

When Zhuo Yi, who had originally looked contemptuous in his eyes, couldn't help but be amazed.

Unexpectedly, there was such a stunning girl in this small Xuantian Sect.

The girl who suddenly appeared was another disciple under Lin Yue just last year, Lin Feiyun.

Lin Feiyun is an orphan, and she doesn't even know what her name is, so Lin Yue asked her to follow her surname and gave her a very nice name.

Duan Le looked at Meng Xiong behind him, and his face did not hide his joy.

At this time, Han Feng and his few people had already reached the hillside. Looking at the familiar mountain roads around him, Han Feng suddenly remembered the time he had just started two years ago.

At that time, he was just a child with only the eighth-grade basic fighting spirit. After two years, who would have thought that he had entered the realm of the earth?

When he saw the pavilion halfway up the mountain, Han Feng still remembered that he asked his master why there was no pavilion here. Now two years have passed, and it is true that a pavilion has been built here, just like the memories of his previous life.

Seeing this, Han Feng couldn't wait to walk up the mountain.

In two years, it was not only the small pavilion that changed.

After two years of endless cultivation, Meng Xiong is now a third-level warrior. In addition to the help of the pills left by Han Feng before, more of them were obtained by Meng Xiong's diligent practice.

Although his current fighting spirit is only at the third level of human level, once he cooperates with the overbearing mental method of Bayan Zhantian Jue, it is enough to defeat the sixth level of human level warriors.

Meng Xiong glanced at Zhuo Yi in the field, and the latter also looked at him with a playful look.

In Zhuo Yi's eyes, the momentum shown in Meng Xiong was slightly weaker than that of Zheng Song before. The Zheng Song's fighting spirit was only in the fourth level of human rank, and he only used his third level of strength to easily defeat the opponent.

But why did the group of people on the opposite side look excited when they see this big guy appear? Could it be that they think they can defeat themselves by being big? Zhuo Yi thought with some amusement.

At this time, Meng Xiong had already walked towards him.

"Since this senior brother wants to have a conversation, I, Meng Xiong, will meet you." Meng Xiong first performed a ritual among warriors and said in a cold tone.

When he first arrived here, he saw that his senior brother Zheng Song, who was usually very good at taking good care of them, was beaten to death and was already full of anger.

If I hadn't known that the two people in front of me were the guests whom the sect leader specifically ordered to be treated well, why would Meng Xiong still speak so politely that he would have punched him with a punch.

Looking at Meng Xiong's angry expression in his heart, Zhuo Yi smiled disdainfully, patted the clothes in front of him with a casual movement, and said lightly: "Overbial ability, aren't there a few decent disciples in your Xuantian Sect?"

Meng Xiong was originally very hot, especially after practicing the Bayan Battle Heaven Art for two years, he integrated some unique domineering momentum into his bones. This domineeringness does not mean how to treat people normally, but once he is provoked by the enemy, it will completely stimulate the blood in his body and make his blood boil. In this way, he can exert his strength beyond his usual strength.

At this moment, when he heard Zhuo Yi's words, he could no longer control the anger in his heart. The domineering and fierce fighting spirit suddenly burst out from his body.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Xiong shouted loudly, and his huge body, like a cannonball, directly hit Zhuo Yi who was ten steps away.

Zhuo Yi, who was originally calm and composed, was also jumped by Meng Xiong's sudden change. The aura that Meng Xiong suddenly burst out was far higher than his superficial strength.

And there is a vague possibility of approaching him.

At that moment, Zhuo Yi put away his contemptuous heart, and the fighting spirit in his body flew around, and his footsteps slightly went backwards, and the fighting spirit gathered in his palm in an instant.

With the same low shout, his palms directly faced Meng Xiong who had already attacked.

Although Zhuo Yi is arrogant, it does not mean that he is a fool. The strength shown by the other party is enough to attract his attention.

In an instant, Meng Xiong's fist and Zhuo Yi's palm suddenly collided.

The ripples of air waves generated by the impact slowly spread out around the two of them.

Both of them took a step back at the same time.

Meng Xiong just stepped back, and the fighting spirit was raised again. The first three styles of Bayan, the strong wind roared.

Zhuo Yi only felt a sharp aura constantly coming towards him. He didn't dare to retain his strength too much at the moment. He also raised his fighting spirit, changed his body, and clapped his hands at Meng Xiong who was attacking him.

The two of them intersected their fists and palms, making waves of fighting spirits hit the ground.

After a few moves, Zhuo Yi was also a little scared. He didn't expect that this guy who looked only a third-level human rank could burst out such amazing power.

Especially the omnipresent momentum, his fighting spirit was suppressed a little.

At this time, outside the gate of Xuantian Sect.

"Han Feng, is this Xuantian Sect?" Shen Yu asked with his little head tilted, looking at the somewhat gorgeous building in front of him, and his eyes were filled with surprise.

Han Feng's expression was also a little surprised at this time. He didn't remember when the gate of Xuantian Sect was decorated so majestic.

In his impression, although the gate of Xuantian Sect was not broken, it was still weathered and rusty. It was not like it is now, and it was completely renewed.

Therefore, when facing Shen Yu's question, Han Feng didn't know how to answer for a moment.

In the Xuantian Sect's martial arts performance, Meng Xiong and Zhuo Yi kept intertwining.

Outside the venue, Duan Le and his friends were cheering for him, and the one who shouted the loudest was Lin Feiyun, the little girl.

At this time, the little girl was standing in front of the crowd, holding her hands tightly in front of her chest, her delicate little face was full of anger, and her mouth kept making crisp shouts.

And opposite them, a beautiful girl stood there. The girl was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and her slightly green face also showed a look of surprise.

The girl's name is Yin Bingxin. She is a disciple with extremely talented talents among the disciples of Tiansheng Valley. At the age of fifteen, she can reach the ninth level of human rank by fighting spirit. She surpasses other disciples in the valley and becomes the well-deserved first among this generation of disciples.

At this time, Yin Bingxin looked at Meng Xiong in the field with a cold expression. When she wanted to come to the second-rate sect like Xuantian Sect, there were people who could fight Zhuo Yi without any distinction, so she was also observing curiously.

After Zhuo Yi and Meng Xiong fought against each other, they also frowned. The guy who looked like a bull in front of him seemed to be desperate when he fought. The attack came like a storm, without giving him a chance to breathe at all.

Just a glance, he could find that Meng Xiong had almost all his defensive flaws, but he could not find the opportunity to counterattack, which really made him feel a little frustrated.

The two of them had been fighting for a long time, and a series of energy spread out from around them. The collision of the two attacks made dull sounds from time to time, and everyone outside the field felt a little numb.

However, there is one exception, which is Yin Bingxin, the previous one.

After she observed Meng Xiong a little, she realized that the strength of Meng Xiong in front of her was at most between the sixth grade and the seventh grade of the human level.

It’s just because his martial arts are quite unique that Zhuo Yi was suppressed for a while.

The two of them attacked each other for a few more moves, and Yin Bingxin was gradually impatient. She couldn't help but frowned slightly.

When the two of them attacked each other again, Yin Bingxin suddenly said in a cold tone: "Zhuo Yi, the other party has so much time to spend on his opponent's third-level human level, so let me do it."

As he said that, Yin Bingxin did not wait for Zhuo Yi to answer, and gently moved his lotus steps, and appeared between the two of them the next moment.

Zhuo Yi was stunned when he saw his junior sister blocking in front of him. However, he knew his junior sister's personality and did not refute her intention. He adjusted his breathing slightly, then retreated to the back and said with a reminder: "Junior sister, be careful, this guy's martial arts are a bit strange."

Ignoring Zhuo Yi's reminder, Yin Bingxin looked at Meng Xiong, who was already a little red in front of her, and said in a cold tone: "Three moves, as long as you can take over my three moves, I will lose in this game."

Meng Xiong was surprised when he saw a little girl suddenly appear to stop the competition between the two. But when he heard the other party's words so contemptuously, his eyes suddenly turned red and anger in his body continued to ignite.

Regardless of the other party being a delicate little girl, Meng Xiong's aura rose again, the blood in his body boiled completely, and a roar came out of his mouth and rushed towards Yin Bingxin.

The Overlord's Wrath

This is the last move of the three styles of Bayan, and it was used unreservedly by Meng Xiong.

Faced with such a scattered attack, Yin Bingxin's face remained unchanged, her seductive red lips shouted lightly, and a white and tender little hand suddenly waved.

Meng Xiong, who was carrying a fierce attack, suddenly flew backwards and took seven or eight steps before stopping.

Everyone present was shocked by this change. Who would have thought that this girl, who seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen, would easily resolve Meng Xiong's strongest attack.

Meng Xiong, whose body had stabilized, also looked at the girl with a faint expression in front of him in surprise.

However, Yin Bingxin seemed not to plan to give Meng Xiong a chance, and her figure flashed again. In the blink of an eye, she came to Meng Xiong and said at the same time: "This is the second move, be careful."

Faced with Yin Bingxin's fierce attack, Meng Xiong reluctantly raised his fighting spirit and punched him out at the same time.

But when he was fighting with Zhuo Yi just now, the momentum he gathered was dispersed by Yin Bingxin's palm. At this moment, he took action again and his strength was greatly reduced, so he naturally could not withstand the opponent's attack.

Sure enough, Meng Xiong's huge body was knocked away again by Yin Bingxin's palm, but Yin Bingxin seemed to be unreasonable, and her steps were lighter and her figure followed again.

His palm changed and he slapped Meng Xiong in the air again.

Everyone present had not yet reacted to this sudden change.

If Meng Xiong is hit, he will have to lie on the bed for at least a few months.

Just as everyone was surprised, a cold snorted suddenly, and a powerful aura instantly locked on Yin Bingxin.

"Little girl, she's so cruel to take action."
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