Bang Xuanwu's clone was like a fish lifted out of the water, and was hit hard on the rocks on the shore.
After a few bounces, it crawled onto the ground.
But he immediately jumped up, not caring about wiping the blood on the corner of his mouth, looking at the figure who had just arrived with a very pitiful look, and said: "Master, it's me!
Why did you do such a heavy hand to me?"
Ah, do you know how much I miss you?
After you left, my days were like years."
"Shut up" The figure that just arrived was none other than Meng Fan.
Meng Fan glanced at the blood at the corner of the Xuanwu clone's mouth, twitched the corner of his mouth, and cursed in his heart: "Damn it, my blood."
He glanced at Song Xianxian lying on the water again: "My old Song" "Old Song" Meng Fan stepped on the water with his feet as if he were walking on flat ground.
He squatted in front of Song Xianxian and put his hand on her body, "Don't be afraid, our good brother is here."
Even without seeing through it, he could smell the strong smell of death on Song Xianxian's body.
The skin under his palm was soft but cold.
The death energy that merged into her body was quickly sucked away by his palm. snap A crisp sound sounded without warning.
Song Xianxian's white palms were raised high, leaving a delicate bright red palm print on Meng Fan's face.
"Old Song" Meng Fan took back his hand and rubbed his hot face, "Why did you hit me?
I didn't do that just now, you?"
As he talked, he couldn't talk any more.
Song Xianxian's watery eyes were filled with crystal tears, her soft lips were raised high, she looked extremely aggrieved, and she looked extremely pitiful.
"Forget it, forget it."
Meng Fan waved his hand, "In the final analysis, it's still my fault."
Then he reached out and pulled Song Xianxian up.
Song Xianxian looked at Meng Fan, then at the Xuanwu clone standing on the shore.
Two Meng Fans.
No matter how stupid she was, she could still see that someone was impersonating Meng Fan.
But she still couldn't help but raise her hand again, wanting to slap Meng Fan on the face again.
You deserve it.
Why didn't that guy pretend to be someone else but you?
Meng Fan quickly grabbed Song Xianxian's soft, boneless hand and said with a smile on his face: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I will vent my anger for you right now."
After saying this, a breeze blew on the water, and Meng Fan's figure had disappeared.
Song Xianxian looked at the palm of her hand and saw two more pills, top-quality true spiritual pills that could replenish a large amount of cultivation power.
"Meng Fan" she couldn't help but dodge her feet on the water, avoiding the ripples, and said with embarrassment and anger, "beat him hard."
"Okay."
A voice responded simply.
Immediately, there were two identical figures on the shore, but there were also differences.
Meng Fan was wearing gray and white clothes.
Xuanwu's clone is wearing gray and black clothes.
One is white and the other is black.
Moreover, the clone's dress is much more elegant than Meng Fan's, and his hairstyle is more exquisite than Meng Fan's.
The two looked at each other, as if looking into a mirror, their souls were the same.
Song Xianxian frowned, swallowed the pill unceremoniously, and sat cross-legged on the water.
Looking at the two figures, she suddenly couldn't tell which one was the one who called her "little lady" just now.
"Master" the Xuanwu clone spoke with a sincere look, "We don't need to hurt our feelings for a woman.
She is a water spirit body.
We use the Tiangang Heart Technique to absorb her.
This will greatly increase our water attribute meridians.
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Strengthen it, and it is very possible to cultivate a water spirit body like her."
Meng Fan turned his head and glanced at Song Xianxian awkwardly.
Song Xianxian was also looking at him, her eyes as sharp as two murderous swords.
She lightly opened her soft lips: "Haha, Master."
Meng Fan felt aggrieved at the moment.
The devil knows what went wrong with his clone, and he became this virtuous This is really not what he taught you.
"Shut up, you bastard."
Meng Fan turned around and looked at his clone.
He was full of righteousness, as if he had turned into a righteous defender, and said in a deep voice, "Now I want to take you back."
"Hahaha" the clone took a few steps back, and suddenly laughed up to the sky, as if he had taken off all disguises, and seemed to disdain to pretend again, "Meng, do you know what kind of fortune I encountered under that bamboo forest?
You can recycle it."
I treat you as if I really treat you as my master."
The clone spread his hands in front of him: "Whose body do you have?
How did you get this body?
Do you know that I have a huge amount of resentment in me?
Since the day I became conscious, I have been wanting to peel you off and cramp you."
The clone's voice suddenly changed its tone and sounded like the voice of an old man: "I'm back for revenge."
The sound was so fierce that dense small ripples appeared in the water below Song Xianxian's body.
Meng Fan narrowed his eyes and suddenly realized that there was something really wrong with the Xuanwu clone's skin, which was why the clone also had problems.
When he killed the Xuanwu Spirit, he had guessed that because the other party was old and sophisticated, he might not have any potential for revenge.
He used the phantom formation obtained from the mausoleum of Ziyang Zhenren to kill the opponent and obtain the profound energy.
The Ziyang phantom formation also suffered serious losses after that battle, and later completely dissipated and was no longer of use to him, which was a pity.
His killing was not easy.
He also carefully inspected the pile of skin and bones.
Based on his cultivation at the time, he did not see anything strange.
He was reluctant to destroy it, so he spent a lot of effort to create the body in front of him.
Xuanwu clone.
"Don't be greedy for some advantages."
Meng Fan touched his chin and couldn't help but sigh.
The upcoming battle is an old feud.
"My cultivation level was much higher than yours at that time, but I accidentally fell into your trick."
The clone spoke again, and his young face did not match his voice, "But even if I fell into your trick, I really have no power to resist.
Your phantom formation is not enough to cost me my life.
I was originally interested in it.
I wanted to use the energy of the four spirits in you to form a new body and be reborn.
But after fighting with you, I became very interested in your body.
I just used a little trick to make you think that I was really dead.
Let you successfully take away my pile of skin and bones, and then wait until the time is right to obtain your body. " The meaning behind his words was obvious.
There was indeed something wrong with his pile of skin and bones, and he must have tampered with them.
The clone sneered: "Meng Fan, you are raising me, why am I not raising you?"
The conversation suddenly changed, and the avatar said angrily: "But I also underestimated your ability.
The many methods you set up on this avatar really put me in a difficult position.
Otherwise, I will attack you on the day you enter the Immortal Realm.
There is no need to wait until now.”
The clone looked in the direction of the Nanwu Sect and said mysteriously: "That fate was caused by fate.
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It's time for me to take back the body that originally belonged to me.
This precious body of yours is rare to find in the world."
Meng Fan asked the clone for no reason: "Brother Gui, do you still remember what happened at Linxian Lake?"