"Qiandeng is dead" "He is the deputy palace master" "He can open the trial channel" The monks who were waiting for the trial to start at Xiaguang Cliff stood up straight after hearing Meng Fan's words, and cast countless shocked eyes on Meng Fan.
The young master hugging him from left to right looked as ordinary as dust in front of the elegant Meng Fan.
What's wrong with you leading the strong?
This is my place Without me, you won't be able to get in if you wait here for the rest of your life.
Kick, kick, kick.
After Meng Fan pointed his finger at his chest, the young master took two steps back, even though he was supported by two female cultivators.
Seeing Meng Fan's domineering momentum, Fenxiang smiled and then said to Su Pei: "How many people did my brother bring?
Did he bring the four stone men and all the Xiaogong disciples?"
When asking this question, Su Pei's beautiful eyes sparkled.
He already knew Meng Fan very well and never did anything without preparation.
But what made her heart skip a beat was that Su Pei shook his head.
"Meng Fan said he can handle it alone."
After she saw Meng Fan, she told Meng Fan about the situation here.
Meng Fan used paper sculptures to take her over Xiaguang Cliff for a while to observe, and then fell down without calling anyone at all.
Guiwu stood next to the boulder and looked strange when he saw Meng Fan's actions.
"Haha, you are actually the deputy palace master."
After the young master stood still, he looked Meng Fan up and down, and smiled like a girl, "You are the deputy palace master, and I am the king of heaven, haha. , so ridiculous” There is no other reason.
After the battle with the sect elders, Meng Fan changed into the outfit of his hometown.
She is still wearing cloth shoes made by her mother herself.
This is not a whim.
He is leaving Qingqiu soon.
He must let go of some things, including the identity that can give him a comfortable life.
Born from sorrow.
Die in peace.
He didn't want to have them point at his nose and say, "Little Deputy Palace Master, you are nothing after leaving Qingqiu City" when he meets Elder Zhang and the others.
"Isn't he the deputy palace master?"
"It is said that that boy is arrogant and domineering and is the dandy leader of Qingqiu."
"This man is dressed very plainly.
Is he pretending to be the deputy palace master to come to the rescue?"
Discussions came from the monks' mouths one after another, and their eyes were full of doubts.
"You kid."
The young master rubbed his chest, which hurt a little when Meng Fan poked him with his finger.
"You said you are the deputy palace master.
Do you have any evidence?
Otherwise, I will chop off your hand and drink it."
As he spoke, the terrifying middle-aged man stood beside him.
Fenxiang and others have also been paying attention to the middle-aged man.
When Meng Fan stood in front of the young master, they were extremely nervous.
When Meng Fan poked the young master with his finger, their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.
I was afraid that the middle-aged man would suddenly take action against Meng Fan.
As a result, the middle-aged man didn't do anything strange.
Now he was just standing next to the young master.
There is only one explanation for this.
The other party is still playing and doesn't take Meng Fan, them, or anyone here seriously.
"Can this be proven?"
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Meng Fan casually showed his identity token from Ziyang Palace.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the token, and they nodded.
It was indeed the token of the deputy palace master.
"Can this be proven?"
Meng Fan showed another token.
When everyone saw this token, their breathing became rapid.
The city lord’s token “Will this work?”
“Would this work?”
Meng Fan showed the city lord's palace seal again and the Luoxia Mountain trial token.
Everyone was dazzled by it, and their expressions changed.
In a short time, they believed every word Meng Fan just said and suddenly understood.
Something happened.
Qian Deng is indeed dead.
Even if he is not dead, he is definitely down.
This little deputy palace owner with various tokens has become the Lord of Qingqiu City Whether the Luoxia Mountain trial can be opened or not depends on one's thoughts.
Everyone took the initiative to ignore Meng Fan's plain clothes and looked at Meng Fan affectionately, feeling relieved at the same time.
This is indeed their territory.
That young man claimed that he had a friendship with Qian Deng, but Qian Deng was already finished.
What a slap in the face.
The muscles on the young master's face twitched, and his fingers pinched the waists of the two female cultivators.
The pinching made the female cultivators' delicate bodies tremble, and they suddenly laughed and said: "Ha, it turns out that you are really the deputy palace master.
I have already treated the young deputy.
The Palace Master has admired me for a long time.
Come and have a cup of hot tea under the tent and talk about whether to start the trial. " "Meng Fan."
Hearing what the young master said, Fenxiang grabbed Meng Fan's clothes and shook his head.
He was afraid that the young master would find another way to attack Meng Fan, and he was also afraid that the young master would snatch the Luoxia Mountain token.
Now Meng Fan has taken the initiative.
As long as he says a word, he is very likely to summon all the monks present to deal with the young master.
There is really no need to chat with him anymore.
"It's okay."
Meng Fan waved his hand indifferently, curled his lips towards Fenxiang, blinked one eye, and showed a naughty smile.
Fenxiang felt relieved suddenly.
Brother has already grasped the overall situation.
The young master glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, frowned slightly, then hugged the two female cultivators and led Meng Fan towards his tent.
Meng Fan wore cloth shoes and swaggered about.
There is no way he looks like he is facing a strong person with unfathomable cultivation.
"This kid will die if he doesn't show off."
Fatty Qi and others opened their mouths in shock, "This is no longer in Qingqiu City."
"Let's all go over and take a look."
Guiwu's brows were still furrowed and he followed him forward.
Fenxiang and others were worried about Meng Fan's safety and had already followed him.
There are many huts and tents set up in Xiaguang Cliff, most of them are very simple and can barely protect against the wind and rain.
However, there is one tent that is extremely gorgeous, with a total area of 200 square meters, made of solid wood, and wrapped in finely woven cloth. , it looks like a small palace from a distance, with a flag erected on the top and three words written on it.
Sanshan sect.
That young master must have been sent from Sanshan.
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Inside, the decoration is also very luxurious, with a lady's screen filled with splendor, a soft carpet made of animal fur, seats carefully made of pieces of moonstone, and even a large round bed inside. , also built with a large number of Yuexuan stones.
"Oh, what a big deal."
After Meng Fan entered the young master's tent, he glanced around the environment and narrowed his eyes with a smile.
"Little Deputy Palace Master, please take a seat."
The young master removed his hand from the female cultivator's waist, pointed to a seat, and ordered the female cultivator to serve tea.
The middle-aged man stood behind the young master with his head bowed.
"It's a chair made of Yuexuan stone."
Meng Fan put his hands on the back of the chair, "Will it collapse if you sit on it?"
"How is that possible?"
Young Master smiled, "Not only will it not collapse when you sit on it, eh?"
The young master was stunned for a moment.
After the Yuexuan Stone chair was touched by Meng Fan, It disappeared out of thin air: