Chapter 982

Meng Zhang put on this posture, that is, there is no room for discussion.

Sun Sheng stopped talking nonsense with him, shouted angrily, and took the initiative to shoot him.

Sun Sheng was nothing more than the cultivation in the early days of Yuanshen, but he was not afraid of Meng Zhang at all.

The gap between the early and middle period of Yuanshen is not irreparable.

Excellent cultivation skills, excellent magic tools and rich combat experience... Can challenge the higher level and defeat the strong with the weak.

Sun Shengdu is, at least, a legitimate friar of the imperial government. His practice skills and means against the enemy are far superior to the inheritance of ordinary practice sects.

When he attacked Feng Baofeng, he didn't even sacrifice magic tools. He didn't show some real skills at all.

Now, of course, he will not be careless about shangmeng Zhang, a master of the same level, nor will he have any reservations.

He saw sun Shengdu sacrifice a big long knife and cut Meng Zhang with great force.

With the cutting of the long knife, the power of the avenue was mobilized, and the whole heaven and earth seemed to tremble.

"You friars in the army, you really practice the most is the avenue of power and the avenue of killing."

Meng Zhang commented casually, and then took it easy.

Jing Hong's sword flew into the air, turned into a peerless practice and rolled to the big long knife.

Wang Xibei, who was also very dissatisfied with Meng Zhang, sighed, "leader Meng, you really don't know what's good or bad and come out at random."

While talking, he stole his hand.

He threw out a book and scattered it in the air.

Countless pages fell from the sky and turned into a huge cage to trap Meng Zhang.

The sun and moon jewels on Meng Zhang's head were shining, and the endless sun and moon divine light sprayed out, blocking the cage in the distance.

Wang Xibei and Sun Sheng are both friars in the early days of Yuanshen. Their cooperation seems not weak, but Meng Zhang can stop them without even taking out his cards.

Meng Zhang helped Feng Baofeng get ahead of them by making friends with the five punishment guards. He also had no need to keep going with other yuan God friars.

As long as they are firmly entangled and not allowed to go to Feng Baofeng for their trouble, Meng Zhang will be satisfied.

Qin canmou hasn't done anything, and seems to want to persuade him to fight.

However, he hesitated for a moment, stamped his foot, and would take the initiative to leave here, as if he didn't want to cause trouble.

Among the three true monarchs, Qin canmou is the one Meng Zhang is most afraid of.

This is not only because he is the only mid-term monk among the three, but also because he seems to be covered with a layer of fog. Meng Zhang always feels that he can't see through him.

He did not join the battle, but left directly. Meng Zhang was also a little relieved.

But Feng Baofeng doesn't know whether he is dead hearted or really doesn't know whether to live or die.

Sun Shengdu just made a free move, which made him suffer enough.

He not only didn't learn a lesson from it, but also went up to stop Qin canmou from leaving here.

As soon as Qin canmou flew into the sky, Feng Baofeng roared like a crazy tiger and rushed over.

Seeing Feng Baofeng's crazy appearance, Qin canmou was a little confused. He didn't seem to have dealt with this guy before. Why is he so obsessed?

Feng Baofeng is also a Jindan friar at least. Qin canmou can't ignore such a desperate rush.

Qin canmou doesn't want to make trouble, nor can he let Feng Baofeng bump into him.

With one stroke of his hand, an irresistible force rushed in and knocked Feng Baofeng out.

Qin canmou asks himself that he has shown mercy. Feng Baofeng should not be hurt.

After attacking Feng Baofeng, no one can stop Qin canmou.

He continued to fly high into the air and was about to break away from the blockade.

At this time, a clear voice came from above.

"It's really brave to stop my five punishment guards from performing their official duties."

Then, there were several loud noises in the air, mixed with Qin canmou's roar of surprise and anger: "I didn't hurt your five punishment guards, I just want to leave here..."

Before Qin canmou finished his words, the roar stopped suddenly, and then there was no sound in the air.

Meng Zhang, who had been fighting, immediately stopped, stepped back one after another and put on a posture of facing the great enemy.

Although they seemed to have a lively fight just now, they didn't try their best, and everyone had reservations.

They all saw Qin canmou's fate after flying high into the sky.

At this time, they didn't want to continue fighting.

They were not asked to wait for a long time. A moment later, a tall man with sword eyebrows and stars and a resolute face, carrying Qin canmou in his hand, fell from the sky and fell on the heads of the people.

The man looked at the chaotic scene below and a trace of displeasure flashed across his face.

With his empty hand, he gently pressed it against the bottom, and immediately an invisible force came out, including the whole blocked place.

Originally, those practitioners who were fighting with the five punishment guards suddenly felt that they were under the pressure of mountains.

The huge pressure makes them unable to resist or even struggle.

One by one, they were crushed to the ground and could not move.

With one blow, it was so powerful that all the three Yuanshen Zhenjun present changed their faces.

Meng Zhang could not help but sigh: the great friars in the later period of Yuanshen were really extraordinary. Such means as lifting weights like light, without the slightest smell of fireworks, but they are far less than themselves. Not to mention, Qin canmou, a mid-term monk of Yuanshen, was easily captured alive before.

Meng Zhang had long recognized the man who later appeared.

He was Han Yao, Secretary of Dali Temple of Dali Dynasty.

Sun Shengdu and Wang Xibei were not ignorant figures. They also recognized this famous monk, who was almost unknown in Dali's native land.

Originally, relying on their cultivation and identity, they were somewhat complacent. Now they are silent, just like frightened quails.

The shadow of a man's famous tree, no matter how much they shouted before, now Han Yao is face to face, they dare not have the slightest disrespect.

Feng Baofeng, who had been shot out, also struggled to stand up and paid a big tribute with his men.

"I've seen adults. My subordinates are incompetent. I'd like to trouble adults to calm the incident."

Han Yao nodded to Feng Baofeng.

"Don't be polite. You did a good job."

Then Han Yao looked at the three yuan God friars present.

After looking at Qin canmou, who was held by Han Yao and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and the three people, including Meng Zhang, all felt a little empty in their hearts.

In particular, sun Shengdu, the first to take the initiative, looked nervous for fear that Han Yao would cut him.

Han Yao could easily kill him on the spot, and it was easy to settle the matter afterwards.

As a victim, he couldn't find anyone to stand up for him and offend the big monk Han Yao who was in the limelight of the imperial dynasty.