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Volume 1: Xiaohe just shows his sharp horns Chapter 126: Return to Piaomiao Palace

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    One of the deputy palace masters asked bravely: "Can we know why Meng Yong offended you?" "Back in Vientiane City, Meng Yong beat me seriously in order to snatch my sword. Do you think I should deserve it?"  Should we take revenge?" Meng Bufan felt angry at the mention of Meng Yong, and his tone became harsh and cold again.  [ ] If it wasn¡¯t for good luck, he would have been killed.  Meng Yong is someone he will never let go.  Seeing that Meng Bufan was so determined, Wei Dade secretly sighed, and said to Wen Lun: "Go and grab Meng Yong." In fact, Wei Dade didn't take Meng Yong, an elder ranked at the bottom, seriously.  But now in front of many disciples, he was forced by a young man to agree to one condition after another, which made him feel particularly aggrieved.  The dignity of the palace master was gone at this moment.  Wen Lun went to capture Meng Yong, who was currently in retreat somewhere. He never imagined that he would end up like this, captured by his own people and delivered to the hands of others.  The scene fell into silence.  The crowd was so dark, but they didn't make a sound. You could hear a pin drop clearly.  Meng Bufan doesn't care about this atmosphere, since the pressure is not on him anyway.  ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Out of the water.  Some people still can't understand the palace master's humiliation.  But no one dared to make a different sound.  Meng Bufan's strength was obvious to all, and he was definitely not inferior to their palace master.  In a moment, Wen Lun brought Meng Yong over like a chicken. In Wen Lun's hands, Meng Yong couldn't even struggle.  The difference between the Martial Emperor and the Martial God is like a chasm.  "Master Wen, what's wrong?" Meng Yong kept asking questions.  But got no response.  With a "pop" sound, Wen Lun threw Meng Yong directly to the ground.  He vented all his resentment on Meng Yong.  If it weren't for people like them, who were robbing wantonly outside, how could Shuiling Palace be visited by others.  Wen Lun didn¡¯t know that his son Wen Tianxiong had also been killed by Meng Bufan for robbing him.  If he knew this, I don't know what he was thinking.  Meng Yong was thrown to the ground, looking miserable.  Now many eyes were fixed on him, which made him even more frightened.  In so many years in Shuiling Palace, this was the first time that he had attracted so much attention.  At a glance, he saw Meng Bufan, who was having a rest. Meng Bufan had his hands clasped in his fists and looked at himself as if he were 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's cultivation, but his aura was many times better than his own.  Moreover, he is not a fool. Since the palace master Wei Dade can let people capture him, he naturally wants to sacrifice him.  Moreover, he had indeed seriously injured Meng Bufan, which he could not deny.  Meng Bufan said coldly to Meng Yong: "When you seriously injured me, you probably didn't expect that such a day would come, right?" Meng Yong looked pale and was speechless.  "Now I'll give you a chance." Meng Bufan said leisurely.  "You only need to take one of my moves. If you can survive, I will let you go." Meng Yong heard this, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.  Meng Bufan was in the middle stage of Emperor Wu, and he was also in the middle stage of Emperor Wu. He didn't believe that he couldn't catch even one of Meng Bufan's moves.  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, everyone onlookers shook their heads with compassion.  The deputy palace master Yan Yan, who was already in the middle stage of the Martial God, was killed by Meng Bufan.  As a young martial emperor in the middle stage, he basically had no hope of being able to withstand Meng Bufan's blow.  In full view of everyone, Meng Bufan suddenly pushed out a palm.  An extremely cold palm wind swept towards Meng Yong.  Meng Yong was horrified in his heart. Before this force could attack him, the blood all over his body seemed to solidify.  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.  Suddenly, Meng Yong's momentum surged.  It has even reached the early stage strength of the God of War.  He pushed forward with both hands, using all his strength to try to take Meng Bufan's palm.  "Boom" a loud noise.  The entire ground was filled with dust, making it difficult to see Meng Bufan and Meng Yong clearly.  After a while, the dust cleared, and the two of them were still standing opposite each other.  Some Shui Ling Palace disciples were already cheering. Isn¡¯t Meng Bufan¡¯s strength as scary as his momentum?  Isn't Meng Yong standing there calmly?    Wei Dade and several deputy palace masters were stunned. They found that Meng Yong had turned into an ice sculpture.  His eyebrows no longer moved, and a faint layer of white frost appeared on his body.  Suddenly, Meng Yong's body began to fall, and in a moment, he turned into a pile of bloody ice chips.  He was already shattered to pieces.  The original cheers suddenly stopped.  Meng Bufan's figure is like a god at this moment, making people dare not intrude in the slightest.  "Dianzhu Wei, the compensation I want is not much. Ten thousand top-quality spiritual stones are enough." The spiritual stones Meng Bufan wants are indeed not many. For these large sects, this is just a drop in the bucket.  After accepting the spirit stone, Meng Bufan declined Wei Dade's invitation.  The atmosphere in the entire Shui Ling Palace is so weird now. Doesn't he feel uncomfortable staying here?  Moreover, Wei Dade's invitation was not sincere.  After this incident, Meng Bufan believed that people in Shuiling Palace would never dare to offend him again in the future.  Sitting leisurely in the gourd, a few people flew towards the direction of Piaomiao Palace.  The first thing Meng Bufan did when he came to Piaomiao Palace was to find Xiaohu.  He didn't even return to his residence, so he went to the White Tiger Palace to look for Xiaohu.  Long time no see, he misses Xiaohu very much.  He believed that Xiaohu would miss him equally.  Before he arrived at the White Tiger Palace, Meng Bufan saw a white light rushing towards him. It was Xiaohu!  The little tiger's fur is now getting whiter and whiter.  We haven¡¯t seen each other for a few years, and Xiaohu has already reached the early stage of Emperor Wu¡¯s cultivation.  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, pounced and bit him gently, it was extremely intimate.  "Little tiger, come down quickly!" Meng Bufan patted the little tiger.  Xiaohu reluctantly jumped off him and transformed into a child again. However, he had grown a lot taller and was already a young boy.  "Brother, I miss you very much." Xiaohu's eyes were filled with tears.  Meng Bufan hugged Xiao Hu into his arms: "This time, my brother will take you into the Heavenly Palace with me!" He had already thought about letting the unicorn collected from the Golden Crow Secret Realm be the guardian beast of the White Tiger Palace.  Xiaohu, he must take him into the Heavenly Palace.  Next, he needs to tame the unicorn.
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