Chapter 1486: Zhuyang Mountain

【2 in 1】
"Who is so arrogant? Dare to make trouble with Jianhaifeng?"
Oh la la!
Among the several peaks in front, many people stand on the tip of the tree and look at it from afar.
Among them are the supporters of the soul, who have asked:
"Do you dare to come to Jianhaifeng to challenge you?"
"court death!"
"The first person in Jianzhufeng is not the Xingnan? What Zhang Yumeng, I have never heard of it."
In the face of these people's questions, Liu Sheng did not panic, said faintly:
"My first person in Jianzhufeng has become the deacon of Zhang Yumeng. She has defeated the brother of Xingnan. Now she challenges the first of Jianhaifeng and the soul of the first person in the eastern part of the South Bank."
"Do you say the challenge is to challenge? Do you understand the rules?" Someone sneered: "The soul brother is busy practicing, how can I spend time with your little guys?"
"Do you dare to say this?"
Liu Sheng is also fighting for this hundred points. Of course, there is also a possibility that he enjoys the feeling of fox and tiger.
Zhang Yumeng behind him is so powerful that he is stronger than Master Xingnan. He is a good man in Jianhaifeng to declare war, and his heart is really dark.
Making money and being happy, why not?
"how?"
Liu Sheng took his hands and looked at the front; "Does Jianhaifeng not dare to fight?"
"Is it still said that the soul brother is afraid to lose the title of the first person in the eastern part of the South Bank?"
"This is just a confrontation, no need to be jealous, but also ask the soul brother to appear."
There is no doubt that this is in the distance from the door of the people.
They are all disciples outside the Jianhai Peak, such as the soul and others, all in the core area, where to hear.
But Liu Sheng is not acting aimlessly.
"Oh, arrogant, I like it."
A young disciple suddenly flew out of the crowd, about seventeen or eight years old. He was angered and walked to the front. After seeing the cute face, he stunned and even his attitude was much better.
"You want to challenge the soul brother, just come with me, but I ugly said that in front, to the inner peak, if you dare to scream, it is very easy to be beaten." The man squinted at Liu Sheng.
"I know, thank you Xiaole." Liu Sheng went down the steps and smiled and arched his hand.
The white-shirted man saw it, nodded slightly, and his attitude was flat.
Take the team forward and walk around the mountains.
"Someone is coming to challenge our soul master!"
"It seems that there is a good show, hahaha."
Jianzhufeng Zhang Yumeng came to challenge the soul of Jianhaifeng. This news spread quickly in Jianhaifeng.
Low altitude.
Zhang Han and others followed the young man to fly in.
Some people bring it, naturally it is a lot more convenient.
"This... Zhang Yumeng, have you defeated Xingnan?" the man asked curiously.
Although Xingnan is not so strong, but there are some names, and the soul is worse.
Seeing Meng Meng nod, the man said: "Can win Xingnan, or the Zongmen deacon, is indeed qualified to challenge the soul brother, but you still have to pay attention, the soul of the brother is so lonely, even if you are a top woman, He may not be merciful, he has always been unconcerned."
"It’s a bit interesting to play seriously." Meng Meng said with a wave of hands.
"You don't say too early, the soul brothers may not be able to promise this matchup." The man smiled.
Come to the foot of the main peak.
"Let's wait a moment, I will ask the soul brother."
"Ok."
After he left, it took about an hour to walk down. There was a red woman next to her. The value was not bad. There seemed to be a bit of dissatisfaction and provocation in the eyebrows.
"You are Zhang Yumeng?" The woman frowned.
In terms of value, she thinks that Zhang Yumeng is really amazing.
"It's me." Meng Meng nodded, very simply asked: "Do you still fight?"
"You are the great deacon of Zongmen. Is this true?" said the woman.
brush!
Meng Meng took out the token.
The woman glanced at her eyes and said: "The first deacon of Zongmen, the first person of Jianzhufeng, is indeed qualified to let my brother move. According to the old rules, I will prepare a thousand points and five kinds of sixth-order Lingbao."
"What thousand points?" Meng Meng and Yue Xiaoyun both squatted.
Will it cost money to come over and challenge?
They looked at Liu Sheng.
Liu Sheng said that he did not understand, he has not seen this level of fighting.
The first person in the eastern part of the South Bank has been in the soul for five years. Only once was challenged. As a result, the man was still lost. Liu Sheng was outside, there was no war, and he did not know the knowledge.
"I don't know this?" The woman smiled faintly: "If you want to challenge others, you have to prepare things. Like the two sides, who wins, who understands?"
"What?" Meng Meng's eyes were big and big, and then the eyes turned: "The challenge can make money."
The woman heard the words, did not say anything, turned and left, and said: "Newcomers, get ready to come again."
"Who said that I am gone?"
Meng Meng took out a few six-level Lingbao.
The woman in the red dress stopped, and she turned her side: "Then three days later, the battle on Zhuyang Mountain."
Leave a sentence, she left directly.
"It became."
Liu Shenggan said: "One thousand points, five kinds of six-level Lingbao, a lot."
"what is this."
Yue Xiao snorted and grinned.
Several people went home.
Jianzhufeng's younger generation changed their ranks.
Grand Deacon Zhang Yumeng.
Three days later, Zhuyangshan was on the battle.
Zhang Yumeng challenges the soul, the collision of Jianzhufeng and Jianhaifeng.
This series of words and messages spread in the various peaks in the eastern part of the South Bank.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Someone laughed: "The strength of Jianzhufeng and Jianhai Peak are three grades, and dare to challenge it? Isn't this a kind of welfare?"
"It’s a challenge to challenge others. The key to challenge is the soul. It’s a terrible guy.

"Severely, it is said that Zhang Yumeng’s value is against the sky, and his strength is strong. He is a new disciple and has the support of Jianzhu Fengfeng."
"You can be a deacon in such a fast time. Are you sure that it is true? Even the elders above agree?"
"The achievement of the deacon in a few days, horrible, scared me."
"I still want to use it? I definitely know which elders are my own people. I have been cultivated. I don't have a backing. How can I be a deacon in a few days? This kind of person who walks the back door dares to challenge the soul. Haha, the soul is not People who pity the jade."
"..."
In the eastern part of the South Bank, there are many faction branches and there are many circles.
On this day, everyone who was informed has discussed this matter.
Among the young disciples of Linghai Jianzong, they said that calm and calm, because the famous disciples almost know their respective strengths, and they will not play against each other. The theater and the secret are the places where they show their own, and the chaos is chaotic, because every day Many people challenge each other and fight fiercely.
The first-person dispute in the eastern part of the South Bank has not happened for three years.
The soul has to face challenges, will he still hold his throne?
"brother."
"You are not interested in fighting like this? Why do you agree?"
The place where the soul is, the woman in red does not understand.
There was a handsome man sitting in front of her, her face indifferent, like a zombie face, with no emotional fluctuations.
After hearing the words, he silenced for a few seconds and put down his cup of tea before he slowly said:
"I want to be active."
"No, you didn't pay attention to such a thing before. Did you hear that Zhang Yumeng is a big beauty, you promised? Brother, that Zhang Yumeng is really pretty, I don't mind her being my nephew. What do you say?" The red woman joked.
"The soul." The soul still has no expression, he asked; "How many years have we been in Jianzong?"
"Seven years."
"It's time to leave." The soul looked at the distance and the tone was plain.
"You, brother? Are you going to break through?"
The soul is wide and her eyes suddenly become complicated. She has a heartache and says: "Brother, you should have your own life too. You are too tired. We must kill the black-eyed elders, but we don't need too much. Anxious, you can wait another ten years."
The soul closed his eyes and whispered: "Can't wait..."
The soul is not talking about anything, sitting in a chair and staying.
For a moment, the soul left and entered the practice room.
In the practice room of the high-grade alloy, there is a constant roar.
The horror of volatility is spreading...
Zhang Han’s house.
Zhao Feng and Chen Changqing went to practice, and they are also familiar with the environment in Zongmen.
Only Zhang Han and Yue Wuwei are two, more relaxed, eating rice here and drinking small wine.
"Where you go, you can hear your news." Zi Yan said with a smile: "Jianzhufeng Zhang Yumeng and Jianhaifeng soul fight in Zhuyangshan three days later, the speed of this news is really fast."
I feel more fierce than the media propaganda.
Linghai Jianzong said that it is big and big, and that it is small and small.
For ordinary disciples, the Zongmen is very big. For elite disciples, the circle is getting smaller and smaller.
"The soul is the peak of the gods, is it sure?" Zi Yan asked.
"Yes, I haven't played it yet." Meng Meng said: "If it is the peak of ordinary gods, just win it and win it. If it is an elite, use more force."
"It's light, don't let people abuse it." Zi Yan said.
"Looking at people, you have a lot of cards, and the famous teachers are high. In the past two years, Dad has taught me a lot of things." Meng Meng said.
At this time, Yue Wuwei looked at the side of the busy Yue Xiaoxiao, not angry:
"Look at you, Uncle Zhang, such a good resource, don't waste it, nothing to find him to learn something, this kid knows a lot more than your dad."
Since I knew that Zhang Han used to be a ninth-order martyr, from the perspective of broad knowledge, Yue Wuwei was obedient.
I don’t know how many times I can get in touch with the nineth-order.
"You didn't learn anything that taught me." Yue Xiao yelled at the answer: "The practice can not be anxious, this is where it is."
"That is, the emperor is not anxious to be overcrowded." Lisa joked.
"You are right." Yue Wuwei was speechless, touched his beard, and did not speak.
The three-day time passed by.
The battle between the soul and Zhang Yumeng, the boiling in the east of the South Bank.
Early in the morning, I did not know how many people went straight to Zhuyangshan.
Even the people in the western part of the South Bank have heard about it, and some people have come to see it.
When Meng Meng waited for someone to arrive.
"God, so many people?"
Yue Xiaosheng was shocked.
Around Zhuyang Mountain, dozens of peaks are almost full of people, and there are countless people who are countless, and they are crowded with people.
"Zhang Yumeng."
"The little sister is cheering."
Liu Sheng ran from a distance: "Is there a few hills that have been seen recently? They are disciples of Jianzhufeng. I have seen a lot of guardians coming, and Master Xingnan, etc. It is said that our peaks are also Will come and watch the game in person."
"Oh." Meng Meng nodded slightly.
Some people, when they see such a scene, will be very nervous.
I have even seen the glory of the big winds and waves. In the face of such a situation, it is different from the past.
"There are too many people." Meng Meng spit out his tongue.

Is there pressure?
Zhang Han said:
If you can’t get used to it, let them leave.

When Zhang Han was in the war, hundreds of millions of people watched the battle. This thing just started to get nervous and slowly got used to it.
"Nothing, my dad is here, I am not afraid of anything." Meng Meng said.
In a word, Zhang Han laughed and felt beautiful.
"go quickly."
Zhang Han patted Meng Meng's shoulder.
"Well, I am going."
Meng Meng got up and flew to Zhuyang Mountain.
Standing on a boulder on the top of the mountain.
At this time, the sun rises, the sun shines on the younger generation, and a golden light is rendered.
In the eyes of many people, Zhang Yumeng, the rising sun, is famous for Jianzhufeng and challenges the soul of the first bank in the eastern part of the South Bank.
"Beautiful! Beautiful!"
And Zhang Han and their disciples who entered the Zongmen in the same batch stood in a group:
"I have already said that Zhang Yumeng is not an ordinary monk, it is super powerful."
"When she won the brother of Liu Sheng, I saw it."
"It is necessary to challenge the soul, that is, the model in the new disciple."
Liu Sheng and others listened at the side, silent.
The scenery of Jianzhufeng is now sprouting.
"The peak is here!"
The peak of Jianzhufeng arrived at the scene.
"The peak seat."
Xing Nan and others have greeted each other.
I saw him nod and went to the front, watching Meng Meng, praise: "This is the best disciple of my sword bamboo."
Xing Nan has a bitter heart.
I haven’t had such a compliment for so long.
The other one.
Jian Haifeng.
The red soul is standing at the forefront.
A moment of peaks and other people have come.
"What about your brother?"
"Coming."
"Well, I don't know if this will be a wonderful showdown." Peak said with emotion: "The new days of arrogance are endless, this is the root of the Zongmen."
Various methods of protection, even digital elders, are in the crowd.
Even the elders of the elders, he secretly observed in his own hall, and could not help but think:
"The soul is quite powerful. I don't know if Zhang Yumeng can play it."
"I was a little nervous when I saw it. I didn't wait for it. I don't know if I shouldn't be able to get involved."
"Fair fight, just look at it. If you ask me, I pretend I don't know."
"..."
Scorpio is worried about Yue Wuwei and other small-bellied chicken intestines. He is more concerned about winning or losing, and his fears are somewhat similar to worrying people.
"The soul is coming."
A black figure flew quickly from a distance.
It fell on Zhuyang Mountain.
He quietly looked at Meng Meng: "Get started."
Do things simply.
Meng Meng is also more crisp.
Throw out three huge fireballs at the same time and attack them at the same time.
This is a tentative attack.
When the soul sees it, it is not too slow, and it uses secret techniques to create an illusory ribbon that surrounds the fireball and annihilates it.
At this time, Meng Meng held the flame long whip, Zhang Han had taught the whip method, hit it out, whether it is the movement track or other, it is perfect, easy to retreat, perfect.
When the soul saw it, it was still like a zombie face, with both hands smashing out and taking out nine five-star darts.
Each dart is one meter in diameter.
Hovering up.
Fight against the fire whip.
There are come and go back, and there are countless moves.
Everyone watching was dazzled.
"It’s still a tentative attack."
"It is estimated that the fierce battle is about to begin."
The surrounding guards, even the elders and the peaks, all saw some doorways:
"I sneaked at Zhang Yumeng. I didn't expect her moves to contain infinite mystery and powerful whip, but the power could not win the soul."
"Similarly, I thought that the three strokes of the soul could win Zhang Yumeng. I didn't expect Zhang Yumeng to be fully qualified for this battle. It is no wonder that he could directly win Xingnan. Xingnan is not her opponent."
"..."
If Xingnan hears their arguments, he will definitely say to Meng Meng: I really want to thank you. You will be famous in the future, and everyone will not forget me. Whenever you mention Zhang Yumeng, you will say, Zhang. Rain sprouted in the rise of Jianzhufeng, and on the day of the sect, he gave the first person Xing Nan a disability...
Xing Nan feels that he does not exaggerate what he thinks.
Fight for a few minutes.
The soul nodded slightly.
This action, the red soul can understand, he is not bad at showing the opposite.
"raindrop."
The soul suddenly opened his mouth, the voice fell, the clouds above the clouds, and the raindrops poured down.
This is a vision. Every raindrop is very common from the beginning, like the landscape of nature. However, when it is about to fall, it gradually becomes sharp, and each raindrop is turned into a small sword.
This move, covering the heavens and the earth, is a large-scale attack. When the target of the attack is a person, thousands of raindrops can also be combined into a battle, and the power is shocking.
"Jian Haifeng's first secret raindrop!"
A lot of exclamations sounded on the various peaks:
"Last, three years ago, the soul of the raindrops, can only condense ten clouds, only three years, he will practice the raindrops, condense the clouds, this ... horrible Speed ​​of progress."
"In time, the soul will become a big weapon!"
Even the peak of Jianhaifeng nodded: "Yes, his understanding of this move has reached Dacheng."
However, the peak of Jianzhufeng is somewhat worried: "This trick is not good defense."
Xing Nan is heavy: "I think she may have to lose."
He now hopes that Zhang Yumeng can win. In that case, the soul is Zhang Yumeng's defeat, he is violently beaten, and there is nothing, even in the same position as the soul, he still feels more comfortable.
In fact, their fears are redundant.
"burning the sky!"
Meng Meng looked at the thousands of raindrops above, her eyes suddenly burst into flames red.
The power of a horrible flame is venting!
Meng Meng has played with fire, flames, and how many kinds of learning.
Now, for the first time, she will have a powerful flame of magic: burning the sky and showing it out.
Zhang Han’s meticulously taught this magical power, after the advent of the world, many people have changed their face.
"So pure flame ability?"
"This... what is this supernatural power?"
"How do I feel that the raindrops are going to be lost?"
Under the eyes of the public.
The illusory sea of ​​fire seems to have become a hurricane, and suddenly swept up.
And the figure standing in the sea of ​​fire.
At this moment, it’s so charming...