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Chapter 1938 The old man in white robe

"asshole!"

Hua Yingjie spat out a mouthful of blood, and rushed forward frantically again.

Hua Yingjie's cultivation was too strange, so his realm was unstable, and he was not good at fighting before.

But Bai Mengxian cultivated step by step, with a solid foundation, coupled with so many years of combat experience, Hua Yingjie was completely suppressed in the first fight.

Hua Yingjie had already fallen into madness. He didn't know how many times he was blown away, but he continued to attack desperately, completely ignoring his own power gap.

When Hua Yingjie was blown away again, several figures descended from the sky.

Tang Ming stretched out his hand to grab Hua Yingjie's back, relieved the tension on his body and said, "Fourth brother, it's fine, leave the rest to us."

"Master, why do you have to wait for him to be so virtuous before taking action?"

Sun Jiajia complained unhappily.

"Because this is his battle, and we can't achieve the goal with all our strength, so we need to do it."

Meng Xianjun smiled lightly.

"I'm going to kill him with my own hands."

After landing, Hua Yingjie yelled through gritted teeth while vomiting blood.

"Don't worry, I promise to let you fulfill this wish."

Tang Ming nodded firmly while helping Hua Yingjie heal.

"Who are you? How dare you meddle in the affairs of my Immortal Medicine Workshop?"

Bai Mengxian looked at these unexpected guests with an ugly expression.

"Is the Immortal Medicine Workshop amazing?"

Tang Ming curled his lips in disdain, and then the three of them simultaneously summoned the Stellar Qi Armor.

"Hiss tearing, they are all generals!"

Bai Mengxian gasped, these young people in front of him were all military generals, what's the matter with this shit?

"Boss, it's your turn to pretend."

Meng Xianjun sized up Bai Mengxian, then pouted at Sun Jiajia.

"Hahaha! Good!"

Sun Jiajia laughed loudly, and walked towards Bai Mengxian: "I am the God of War Sun Jiajia, let me play with you, an old bastard."

As soon as the words fell, Sun Jiajia rushed towards Bai Mengxian like a tank.

"Lu Dai, go find reinforcements."

Bai Mengxian yelled in horror, and raised his hands in a panic to resist Sun Jiajia's attack.

"Old silly hat, you still laugh at my fourth brother, your strength is not very good?"

Sun Jiajia supported his black aura, attacking frantically and mocking at the same time.

"Horizontal training of generals."

Bai Mengxian gritted his teeth and muttered while struggling to support himself.

As the suzerain of Immortal Medicine Workshop, Bai Mengxian mainly focused on medical skills, so he naturally had an advantage over Hua Yingjie who was also not good at fighting.

But facing the fighting madman trained by the old lunatic, it pales in comparison.

"Fourth, besides this old man, are there any other masters in this Immortal Medicine Workshop?"

Tang Ming asked suspiciously while helping Hua Yingjie breathe.

"It should be gone."

Hua Yingjie shook his head: "Bai Mengxian is already the strongest in Yixianfang, if you kill him, the others are naturally not worth mentioning."

"Then what happened to his so-called request for help?"

Meng Xianjun was also puzzled.

"do not know."

Hua Yingjie shook his head.

"Presumptuous, who dares to act wild here and destroy our good things."

At this moment, two figures, one black and one white, rushed out of the hall.

"Master!"

Meng Xianjun and Tang Ming exclaimed at the same time.

"My lords, save me!"

Meng Xianjun, who had been beaten by Sun Jiajia and had no power to fight back, immediately shouted anxiously.

"Humph!"

The white-robed old man suddenly raised his hand and shot a storm of energy towards Sun Jiajia in the air, flying towards Sun Jiajia like a giant python.

"Damn it, two stars!"

Sun Jiajia yelled in surprise and quickly backed away, but he was still a step too late, the opponent's speed was too fast.

"I come!"

Meng Xianjun let out a cold snort, and dodged to Sun Jiajia's side, with a layer of handsome aura on his body, purple light flickering in his eyes, pushing his hands towards the energy storm, and then pulling to the side, his body began to choose, and then...

The explosion-proof energy shot by the two-star general was actually inhaled into the body after being transformed by Meng Xianjun.

Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Is this the Purple Lightning Profound Art?"

Tang Ming, who put his hands on Hua Yingjie's back, swallowed his saliva and swallowed the attack of the two-star martial artist. What the hell?
"Purple Lightning Profound Art!"

The old man in white robe who launched the attack stared at Meng Xianjun in surprise: "Are you from the Meng family in South China?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that today we will stand up for my brother?"

Meng Xianjun took a deep breath, tidied his clothes, and looked at Tang Ming and the others triumphantly: "I didn't have a chance to perform against the people on the top of the clouds before, and I'll take care of this one today!"

"Ok!"

Tang Ming nodded. It just so happened that he was going to help Hua Yingjie heal his injuries, so it would be best if he didn't make a move.

"Second, there seem to be two two-star martial artists on the opposite side, can you handle it?"

Sun Jiajia moved closer to Meng Xianjun with a worried look on his face.

"The third child, the fifth child can handle it, but I can't."

Meng Xianjun glanced at Sun Jiajia, "You'd better deal with your opponent quickly."

"Okay, okay, then don't let them hurt me."

Sun Jiajia nodded again and again, and then rushed to the bewildered Bai Mengxian again.

Seeing several generals helping Hua Yingjie, Bai Mengxian was shocked enough. He didn't expect that a guy who could block the attack of a two-star general would jump out now, and he was also from the Meng family in South China. It was unbelievable.

He couldn't figure out how Hua Yingjie, a little guy from a down-and-out sect, managed to turn himself around and befriend so many masters.

"Look at your uncle, let's continue to fight."

Just when Bai Mengxian couldn't react, Sun Jiajia scolded angrily, and had already bullied him.

"Humph!"

The black-robed old man snorted coldly, and got up to protect Bai Mengxian.

"Your opponent is me, don't look around."

Meng Xianjun raised his foot to block the old man in black robe.

"Since you belong to the Meng family, why did you attack Yixianfang?"

The white-robed old man looked at Meng Xianjun fearfully. On the one hand, Meng Xianjun practiced the Purple Lightning Profound Art, and on the other hand, he was afraid of the power of the Meng family.

"Cut! Seeing that you are not from Yixianfang, why do you want to stand up for Yixianfang?"

Meng Xianjun curled his lips in disdain, and looked at the two old men suspiciously: "Who are you guys? With such strength, you shouldn't be unknown people, right?"

"we are……"

"Sir, do you have to meddle in your own business today?"

The old man in white robe interrupted his companion who was about to speak, and stared at Meng Xianjun.

"Hey, are you going to kill yourself?"

Meng Xianjun laughed playfully.

"Although the Meng family in South China is powerful, you don't know our identities. If you insist on meddling, then kill all of you, and naturally no one will know about it."

The white-robed old man did not hide his murderous intentions at all: "If you can leave now, I can owe you a favor."

(End of this chapter)