Two hundred and twenty-eight sacrifices vs the end of the world Ning Zhiyuan is suppressing with actual influence, wanting to use his majesty to force Wang Meng to bow his head, Ning Zhiyuan relies on the prestige he has built over the years, and uses the off-site to exert pressure on the field, except for a few like Zhang Xiaopang, who have to buy it.
But what he met was Wang Meng.
Wang Meng's smile was so condescending, with a kind of appreciation for the elders looking at the younger generations.
He is an elder.
If someone wants to pretend to be forced, and someone wants to put up a shelf, then give him a shelf.
Wang Meng turned around suddenly, didn't look at Ning Zhiyuan, waved his arms, and the disciples of the lower three halls, who were suddenly suppressed, suddenly found an outlet, and cheered loudly, even more fierce than the sound just now.
Ning Zhiyuan was stunned, his face was a little ugly, he didn't expect this light-headed and shallow-rooted Wang Meng to dare to argue with him in this regard.
If it was Wang Meng before, he might not be too lazy to care, but now Wang Meng has recovered his fighting spirit on the street, Ning Zhiyuan played this little trick with him, and he gave the other party a lesson.
I know with my ass that Ning Zhiyuan, who is the senior brother of the Ninth Hall, treats the disciples below, he must be used to being high, and even a disciple should bow his head respectfully and salute, and then listen to his teachings.
Don't say that Wang Meng is an elder, even if Wang Meng is not an elder, he won't buy it.
Just like the slogan with Zhang Xiaojiang at the beginning, the two of them came to Xiaoqian World to disrupt the situation.
Wang Meng still had his back to Ning Zhiyuan, and waved his fist at the disciples who supported him in a different direction.
When someone supports him, he responds Wang Meng just made a simple move, but what he got was the craziest response from his disciples, what Ning Zhiyuan had already thrown out of the clouds.
This action is the first time, to a person of Wang Meng's status, will respond to the lower three disciples who are like ants below, Wang Meng brings them hope, and gives them respect.
Ning Zhiyuan The cheers were getting higher and higher, and Song Zhong couldn't help but sigh, "Senior sister, learn more, Senior Brother Ning may be capsizing in the gutter." ” Regardless of victory or defeat, this is a major blow to Ning Zhiyuan's dominance, you must know that Ning Zhiyuan is an important cultivation object above the Holy Hall Patriarch level, so the ancestors will deliberately create a status for him, so that Ning Zhiyuan has today.
But Wang Meng wanted to overturn him with the power of a blow.
Ning Zhiyuan encountered an unprecedented challenge, his gaze coldly swept to the places where the cheers were the strongest, and when he came into contact with Ning Zhiyuan's gaze, some disciples first suffocated, followed by a louder roar.
The dog will jump off the wall when he is in a hurry, and he really uses these disciples as servants Looking at that "arrogant" face, Ning Zhiyuan really couldn't imagine that the Holy Hall of Order had rebelled.
After a long time, Wang Meng turned his head to look at Ning Zhiyuan, who was blue with an iron face, and showed a harmless smile, "As soon as you enter the Holy Hall, listen to the elders talk about Zhiyuan, and you will finally see each other today, even if the battle is carried out for a while, don't have any scruples." ” These words almost choked Ning Zhiyuan to death, Zhang Xiaopang slapped his thigh with joy, this is Brother Meng.
Ya, even Ning Zhiyuan dares to pretend to be forced here, and he is not afraid of being struck by lightning.
Ning Zhiyuan was good at the city mansion, took a deep breath, nominally Wang Meng was an elder, "Brother Wang, Dabi does not distinguish between the elder and the young, I should go all out in this temple tradition, I hope that Brother Wang can leave a good example for all disciples." ” Ning Zhiyuan didn't plan to entangle with Wang Meng in this regard, looking at the provocative shouts of the disciples below, this game had already been lost, and it would only be more embarrassing if he continued to do it.
And from beginning to end, none of the patriarchs on the stage intervened, obviously, some people also supported Wang Meng.
"This Wang Meng is really a wonderful person, even if someone provokes him in front, he is very low-key and humble, but when he was so wild with Senior Brother Shangning, he really received miraculous results." , Zhuang Xuan leaned into Zhao Guang's ear and said.
Zhao Guang snorted coldly, "It's just that the true nature is finally revealed, that is, these ignorant disciples of the lower three halls will be bewitched by him."
Zhuang Xuan smiled and nodded, scolding in his heart, your girl turned out to be from Lei Guangtang, which is the standard lower three halls.
The Ma family is a real villain, and your Zhao family is a hypocrite, let alone shameless.
Zhao Guang was deeply jealous, how could Wang Meng be so popular, Lei Guangtang was just that, other branches, housewarming Jia Yidao Song Zhong What benefits did these guys accept from him, and Yang Ying, convulsions or nymphomaniac, how can it be cheap Wang Meng.
Looking at Yang Ying, who was already beautiful, there was already a layer of charming luster on her face, which was obviously moisturized by a man.
Thinking of this, Zhao Guang was madly jealous, and Yang Ying's eyes were so focused on Wang Meng, as if everything else was out of sight.
The most hateful thing is that the people around him seem to accept this result, as if Wang Meng and Yang Ying are really compatible.
How can this kind of guy from a humble background match If it was a normal situation, the six patriarchs would definitely intervene in this kind of contest between Wang Meng and Ning Zhiyuan.
The Holy Church is a system, respectful and orderly, although Wang Meng is an elder, but what is going on with this elder, everyone knows that in the big competition, abandoning this identity as an elder, Wang Meng is going to bow to Ning Zhiyuan, such a confrontation can't help but provoke Ning Zhiyuan, and to a certain extent, it also destroys the rules of the Holy Hall.
It's just that Zhao Tianlong looked at Ma Hezi, Ma Hezi was at ease, and he didn't mean to move at all, Li Xiuwen, as a supporting patriarch, would not be biased, and Li Xiuwen had never been willing to ask about these things, and the remaining Zhou Luodan, Wu Fatian, and Lei Ting didn't have to count on it, and they could even laugh, and Zhou Luodan would definitely reprimand him if he wanted to change it.
Of course, Zhao Tianlong would not be stupid enough to speak out on his own, after all, Ning Zhiyuan's prestige was lowered, which was also conducive to Zhao Guang's control of Daoguangtang, which was a big move.
Zhao Guang's ability is limited, but he is very good at fighting, Zhao Tianlong doesn't expect him to be able to control Daoguang Hall, as long as he can occupy a place, even if it is a false name, when Ling Xuan's time comes, he can completely control the overall situation.
Zhao Guang is a mat, of course he won't say that, he always has to give the people below a little hope to fight.
"The big competition begins" Li Xiuwen simply and clearly announced the beginning of the most sensational big competition.
No matter how much he is supported, when he arrives at the fighting platform, only the sword in his hand determines his dignity.
"The name of the sword is sacrificed, the body is sacrificed for the sword, the sword and the sky" Once the battle began, the factors outside the field disappeared from Ning Zhiyuan, his eyes looked at the sword of sacrifice, and he said with an immovable momentum.
Wang Meng took out the end of the world, "The end of the world, nobody, what the end of the world, the sky and the like can be beheaded." ” Ning Zhiyuan's gaze was pressing, this kind of bohemian attitude was also worthy of being his opponent, it was really a bit ridiculous.
"You must respect the sword, only in this way can you be worthy of sword cultivation" "It's not sword cultivation, it's not said with your mouth."
The persistence and desire for cultivation, Wang Meng, who locked himself in the cave and punched the wall with punch after punch, understood and profound
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