The Three Realms of Wu and Ao

One of the deputy hall masters asked bravely: "Can we know how Meng Yong offended you!"

"Back then in Vientiane City, Meng Yong beat me seriously in order to snatch my sword. Do you think I should take revenge?" Mentioning Meng Yong, Meng Bufan's heart flared up, and his tone became stiff and indifferent again.

If it wasn't for good luck, he would have been killed in the first place. Meng Yong was someone he would never let go.

Seeing that Meng Bufan was so resolute, Wei Dade secretly let out a long sigh, and said to Wen Lun, "Go and grab Meng Yong!"

In fact, Wei Dade didn't care about Meng Yong, the last elder, but now in front of many disciples, he was forced to agree to each condition by a young man, which made him feel very aggrieved. His dignity is gone now.

Wen Lun went to capture Meng Yong. Meng Yong is currently retreating in a certain place. He never imagined that he would end up like this, being captured by his own people and sent to others.

The scene fell into a complete silence, the dense crowd of people did not make a sound, and a needle could be heard clearly when it fell to the ground.

Meng Bufan didn't care about the atmosphere, since the pressure was not on him anyway.

All the people in the Water Spirit Hall are a bit dull. Some people still can't understand the grievances of the hall master, but no one dares to make a different voice. Meng Bufan's strength is obvious to all, and it will definitely not be inferior to their hall master. host.

After a while, Wen Lun brought Meng Yong over like he was carrying a chick. In Wen Lun's hands, Meng Yong couldn't do it even if he wanted to struggle.

"Master Wen, what's the matter." Meng Yong kept asking questions, but did not get any response.

With a "snap", Wen Lun directly threw Meng Yong to the ground. He vented all the grievances in his heart on Meng Yong. If it weren't for people like them who robbed them wantonly outside, how could others come to the Water Spirit Hall? .

Wen Lun didn't know that his son Wen Tianxiong had already been killed by Meng Bufan for robbing Meng Bufan. If he knew this, he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

Meng Yong, who was thrown on the ground, looked in a state of embarrassment. Now that many eyes were on him, he was even more terrified. It was the first time he had been watched by so many people in the Water Spirit Hall for so many years.

He caught sight of Meng Bufan, who was in full swing at a glance. Meng Bufan clasped his fists and looked at him like he was looking at a clown.

In an instant, Meng Yong's heart sank into the abyss. The Meng Bufan in front of him was already at the middle stage of Emperor Wu, but his aura was many times better than his own. Moreover, he was not a fool. To capture him, he naturally wanted to take him as a sacrifice, and he had indeed seriously injured Meng Bufan, which he couldn't deny.

Meng Bufan said to Meng Yong coldly: "When you seriously injured me back then, I'm afraid you never expected such a day to come!"

Meng Yong's face was pale and he was speechless.

"Now I'll give you a chance." Meng Bufan said leisurely.

"You just need to take my move, if you can survive, I will let you go!"

Hearing this, Meng Yong felt a glimmer of hope in his heart. Meng Bufan was in the mid-stage of Emperor Wu, and he was also in the mid-stage of Emperor Wu. He didn't believe that he couldn't even catch Meng Bufan's move, and his face slowly turned red again. The desire to survive slowly rose in his heart.

Meng Yong got up from the ground, fully alert and ready.

However, all the onlookers shook their heads in compassion.

The Deputy Palace Master who was already in the middle stage of the Martial God was strict, and was killed by Meng Bufan. He was a small mid-stage Martial Emperor, and he basically had no hope of surviving Meng Bufan's blow.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Meng Bufan suddenly threw out a palm.

An extremely cold palm wind swept towards Meng Yong, and Meng Yong was horrified. Before this force attacked him, the blood in his whole body seemed to freeze.

The desire to survive allowed Meng Yong to unleash his full potential, he even bit the tip of his tongue and burned his own blood.

All of a sudden, Meng Yong's aura was so strong that it even reached the strength of the early stage of the Martial God.

He pushed forward with both hands, exerting all his strength, trying to catch Meng Bufan's palm.

"Boom" with a loud noise.

The whole ground was full of dust, making it difficult to see the figures of Meng Bufan and Meng Yong clearly.

After a while, the dust cleared, and the two were still standing opposite each other.

Some disciples of the Water Spirit Hall are already cheering, Meng Bufan's strength is not as intimidating as his aura, isn't Meng Yong standing there in a good manner.

Wei Dade and several deputy hall masters were stunned. They found that Meng Yong had become an ice sculpture, his eyebrows and eyes were no longer moving, and a layer of hoarfrost appeared on his body.

Suddenly, Meng Yong's body began to fall, and in a short while, he turned into a pile of blood-colored ice shards, his body was already smashed to pieces.

The original cheers came to an abrupt end.

Meng Bufan's figure is already like a god at this moment, making people dare not violate him in the slightest.

"Master Wei, I don't want much compensation, [-] top-grade spirit stones are enough." Meng Bufan really didn't want many spirit stones, and for these big sects, it was just a drop in the bucket.

After accepting the spirit stone, Meng Bufan declined Wei Dade's invitation. The atmosphere in the Water Spirit Hall is so weird now, isn't he uncomfortable staying here? Besides, Wei Dade's invitation was not sincere.

After this incident, Meng Bufan believed that the people in the Water Spirit Palace would never dare to mess with him again.

Sitting leisurely in the gourd, several people flew towards the Misty Palace.

The first thing Meng Bufan did when he came to Piaomiao Palace was to look for Xiaohu, but he didn't return to the residence, so he went to White Tiger Palace to look for Xiaohu.

Long time no see, he missed Xiaohu very much, and he believed that Xiaohu would miss him as much.

Before he came to the White Tiger Hall, Meng Bufan saw a white light rushing towards him, it was a little tiger, and the fur of the little tiger was getting whiter and whiter.

I haven't seen him for a few years, and Xiaohu has already cultivated in the early stage of Emperor Wu. It seems that Xiaohu has not relaxed his cultivation in the past few years in Piaomiao Palace.

The little tiger flew up to Meng Bufan's shoulder, pouncing and biting him lightly, it was very intimate like that.

"Xiaohu, come down quickly." Meng Bufan patted Xiaohu.

Xiaohu reluctantly jumped off him and turned into a child again. However, he has grown a lot taller, and he is already considered a little boy.

"Brother, I miss you very much." Xiaohu's eyes were full of tears.

Meng Bufan hugged Xiaohu into his arms: "This time my brother will take you into the Heavenly Palace together!"

He had already made up his mind that he would let the unicorn received from the Golden Crow Secret Realm be the guardian animal of the White Tiger Palace, Xiaohu, and he must bring it into the Heavenly Palace.

Next, he needs to tame the unicorn,