With Meng Zhang’s posture, there is no room for negotiation at all.
Sun Shengdu stopped talking nonsense with him, shouted angrily, and took the initiative to attack him.
Sun Sheng was not as good as the early Yuanshen, but he was not afraid of Meng Zhang at all.
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Excellent cultivation techniques, excellent magical weapons, and rich combat experience… can all be used to challenge different levels and defeat the strong with the weak.
Sun Shengdu can be regarded as an official direct monk of the Dali Dynasty. Whether it is the cultivation techniques or the means of fighting enemies, they are far superior to those inherited from ordinary cultivation sects.
When he attacked Feng Baofeng and the others before, he didn’t even sacrifice the magic weapon, and he didn’t show any real ability at all.
Now facing Meng Zhang, a master of the same level, he will certainly not be careless, nor will he have any reservations.
I saw Sun Shengdu raising a long sword and slashing at Meng Zhang with great force.
As the long sword slashed down, the power of the avenue was mobilized, and the whole world seemed to be shaking.
“You military monks, the ones you practice the most are the avenue of strength and the avenue of killing.”
Meng Zhang commented casually, and then took action calmly.
The Jinghong Sword flew into the air, turned into a streak, and rolled towards the long sword.
Wang Xibei, who was also very dissatisfied with Meng Zhang, sighed, “Headmaster Meng, you really don’t know what is good and what is good, and you are reckless.”
While talking, he also secretly took action.
He threw a book and it spread in the air.
Countless pages fell from the sky and turned into a huge cage, trapping Meng Zhang in it.
The sun and moon orb above Meng Zhang’s head shone brightly, and endless divine light of the sun and moon spurted out, blocking the cage in the distance.
Both Wang Xibei and Sun Sheng were monks in the early stages of Yuanshen. The two of them seemed weak together, but Meng Zhang could block them without even showing his trump card.
Meng Zhang helped Feng Baofeng and others come forward because he wanted to make friends with Wu Xingwei. He also has no need to fight to the death with other Yuanshen monks.
As long as he keeps them tightly entangled and prevents them from causing trouble to Feng Baofeng and the others, Meng Zhang will be satisfied.
Qin Canmou has not taken any action and seems to want to break up the fight.
However, he hesitated for a moment, stamped his feet, and left the place voluntarily, as if he didn’t want to cause trouble.
Among the three True Lords of Yuanshen, the one Meng Zhang fears the most is Qin Canmou.
This is not only because he is the only middle-stage Yuanshen monk among the three, but also because he seems to be covered with a layer of fog, and Meng Zhang always feels a little unable to see through him.
He did not join the fight, but left directly. Meng Zhang also breathed a sigh of relief.
However, I don’t know whether Feng Baofeng is stubborn or really does not know how to live or die.
Sun Shengdu just made a random move, which made him suffer a lot.
Not only did he fail to learn a lesson from this, but when he saw Qin Canmou leaving, he went up to stop him without hesitation.
As soon as Qin Canmou flew into the sky, Feng Baofeng roared like a mad tiger and rushed over.
Seeing Feng Baofeng’s crazy look, Qin Canmou was a little confused. He didn’t seem to have dealt with this guy before. Why was he so stalking?
Feng Baofeng is also a golden elixir cultivator after all. Qin Canmou cannot ignore him when he rushes over with all his strength.
Qin Canmou didn’t want to cause trouble, and he couldn’t let Feng Baofeng rush into him.
With a flick of his hand, an irresistible force surged in, knocking Feng Baofeng away.
Qin Canmou asked himself if he had shown mercy. Feng Baofeng should not be harmed.
After knocking Feng Baofeng away, no one can stop Qin Canmou.
He continued to fly high into the sky, and was about to escape from the blockade.
At this moment, a clear voice came from high in the sky.
“How brave you are, how dare you stop my Fifth Penalty Guard from performing their official duties.”
Then, there were several loud noises in the air, mixed with Qin Canmou’s roar of shock and anger: “I didn’t hurt any of you Wu Xing Guards, I just want to leave here…”
Before Qin Canmou finished speaking, the roar suddenly stopped, and then there was no sound in the air.
Meng Zhang and the others who were fighting immediately stopped and took a few steps back, assuming a posture as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Although they seemed to be fighting lively just now, they didn’t go all out and everyone had reservations.
They all saw what happened to Qin Canmou after he flew high into the sky.
At this time, they had no intention of continuing to fight.
They were not kept waiting for a long time. After a while, a tall man with sword-like eyebrows and resolute face fell from the sky and landed on top of everyone, holding Qin Canmou in one hand.
The man looked at the messy scene below, a look of displeasure flashed across his face.
He pressed lightly on the bottom with his free hand, and an invisible force immediately emerged, encompassing the entire blocked place.
Originally, those cultivators from all walks of life who were fighting against the Five Penal Guards suddenly felt that they were burdened with a mountain-like pressure.
The tremendous pressure made them unable to resist or even struggle.
They were all crushed to the ground one by one, unable to move.
A casual blow was so powerful that the expressions of the three True Lords of Yuanshen present changed.
Meng Zhang couldn’t help but sigh in his heart: The great monks in the later stage of Yuanshen are indeed extraordinary. This kind of effortless and effortless means without the slightest hint of fireworks was far behind him. Not to mention, they had easily captured Qin Canmou, a mid-stage Yuan Shen monk, alive before. Find Shuyuan www． zhaoｓshuyuａ.com
Meng Zhang had long recognized the man who appeared later.
He is Han Yao, the minister of Dali Temple in the Dali Dynasty.
Both Sun Shengdu and Wang Beiwei were not ignorant people. They also recognized this famous monk who was almost unknown to everyone in the Dali Dynasty.
They used to be somewhat complacent with their cultivation and status, but now they are as silent as frightened quails.
The shadow of a famous tree, no matter how loud they shouted before, but now in front of Han Yao, they would never dare to be disrespectful at all.
Feng Baofeng, who was originally knocked out, struggled to stand up and saluted with his men.
“I have seen my lord, but my subordinates are incompetent, so I have to ask your lord to take action to calm the trouble.”
Han Yao nodded towards Feng Baofeng.
“No need to be polite, you did a good job.”
Then, Han Yao looked at the three Yuanshen monks present.
Looking at Qin Canmou, who was held in Han Yao’s hands and not knowing whether he was dead or alive, the three of them, including Meng Zhang, felt a little guilty.
Especially Sun Shengdu, who was the first to take the initiative, looked nervous, fearing that Han Yao would take action on him.
Han Yao could easily kill him on the spot, and he could easily settle the matter afterwards without leaving any further trouble.
As a victim, he could not find anyone who would stand up for him and offend Han Yao, the most popular monk in the Dali Dynasty.