Chapter 642: Holy Son Waste

Deng Wuchang spoke solemnly, then gave a soothing look to Xiao Hecheng, who looked angry and surprised, and finally turned around with a smile and looked at Meng Tingke, who looked solemn.

"Fairy Meng, Guizhai and our Tianshui Sect have always been on good terms. I have also bought a lot of items in Guizhai. We are acquaintances. I wonder where the fairy got the route to this place?"

This is where he couldn't figure it out. With only the rough map publicly provided by Tianshui Sect, without several years of field exploration, it is impossible to infer and discover the direction of the mountains and rivers. Even within their Tianshui Sect, not many people know about it. But these three people not only discovered it, but also walked all the way here. How did they know?

Meng Tingke subconsciously glanced at Zhan Nianchuan and remained silent.

Without Zhan Nianchuan's permission, she could not reveal any information.

In this small team, Zhan Nianchuan is the absolute core.

Besides, in the current situation, let alone telling everything, even if she took the initiative to say hello, it would be futile to chat and establish friendship.

Relationship, friendship?

The strength is equal, and the mutual use value can maintain.

At this moment, the other side is obviously superior in strength. Except for Xiao Hecheng who is in the late stage of foundation building, the other five are all in the late stage of Jindan, crushing their side.

In her heart, she has a little complaint against Zhan Nianchuan. Knowing that the people of Tianshui Sect are here, she didn't leave here quickly to explore other ruins and caves, but had to provoke them out. Now it's a problem whether she can survive.

Seeing that Meng Tingke refused to answer his questions, Deng Wuchang's anger rose in his heart, and he smiled coldly: "Fairy Meng, now I give you two choices, one is to surrender to my Tianshui Sect and help us break this restriction, and then you will naturally get corresponding benefits. The second is to be buried with this kid. You choose it yourself."

Xiao Hecheng showed a smug look on his face, and his chin was almost raised to the sky. Peng Sanbian, who was standing by, was also full of joy, his eyes rolling around as he kept looking at Meng Tingke's exaggerated curves.

The two of them moved their lips slightly, and it was unknown what they were communicating. They just laughed with a bad taste from time to time, and looked at Meng Tingke with more and more unscrupulous eyes.

They were sure that as long as Meng Tingke was not mentally ill, she would definitely choose to surrender to Tianshui Sect. At that time, in this forbidden area, it would be up to them to play with her.

Time passed slowly.

The faces of the people in Tianshui Sect gradually became stunned, and finally became gloomy.

This woman was still standing in front of this bastard boy without moving!

Not only that, she held the magic weapon and the talisman tightly in her hand, and she was completely ready to fight to the death with her side.

How dare she!

Who gave her the courage?

A big question mark appeared in the minds of the six people, but they were too lazy to think about it anymore, so they just captured her and questioned her.

Under the leadership of Deng Wuchang, except for Xiao Hecheng, the five people took a step forward together, and the powerful spiritual pressure covered the two people in front.

Facing this spiritual pressure, Meng Tingke groaned and retreated several steps in succession. She was having difficulty breathing and showed fear on her face.

This is not a question of whether she is afraid of death or not, but she really can't beat him.

The most important thing is that her biggest confidence, Zhan Nianchuan, has not made any move until now, and it looks like he is letting her fight against five great perfection monks in the Jindan realm alone.

"Ke'er, dear baby, don't be stubborn, come here and let Brother Peng check your body." Peng San looked at Meng Tingke's plump and rounded parts with a change of color, rubbing his palms constantly.

Meng Tingke had no intention of giving this dirty and shameless old bastard a good face, and there was no need to do so now, so she said lightly: "Go check your mother!"

Everyone in the audience was stunned. Peng San, who came to his senses, was furious and roared angrily: "Fuck you, you slut, a bitch who has been ridden by thousands of people, I will show you what a man is later."

Meng Tingke sneered at his shouting and cursing, and spit out dozens of words full of sarcasm that hurt Peng Sanbian's soul, "You? Who in Cangzhou doesn't know that you are a toothpick old second man?!"

Amid the snickers of everyone in the audience, Peng Sanbian's old face turned the color of liver. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly let out a thunderous roar:

"I will kill you!"

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Meng Tingke shouted tenderly, and the colorful silk in her hand shone brightly, dancing out a gorgeous rainbow bridge, and started a battle with Peng Sanbian who was holding a snake bone whip. The two of them each held a magic weapon and started fighting against each other, with amazing momentum.

Beside them, huge trees collapsed, rocks flew, and even the white clouds in the sky rolled away, completely looking like a life-and-death fight.

This was beyond the expectations of everyone in Tianshui Sect. They never expected that this woman who had been famous for her beauty throughout Cangzhou and had never fought with other cultivators would still have such fighting spirit.

But that was all. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the gap in strength between the two sides was not a little bit. If Peng Sanbian had not still coveted Meng Tingke's beauty and was unwilling to use force, this fight would have ended long ago.

After casually glancing at Zhan Nianchuan who was standing aside with a gloomy face and not saying a word, they all turned their eyes to the beautiful woman in front of them, whose clothes were stained with blood and who was fighting hard.

"Hey, beauty, come here obediently, come to this Saint Son. I, Xiao Hecheng, promise you that you will be the one to rule the entire Cangzhou with this Saint Son in the future! If you keep being stubborn, it will not be good when Elder Peng takes heavy measures later." Xiao Hecheng, who was standing aside with a proud face, spoke again.

He didn't believe it. With his sincere promise, unless Meng Ting was stunned or stupid, she would definitely laugh and throw herself into his arms.

As time passed, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Crazy, absolutely crazy! You are like this, you..."

"Shut up! You are a waste!"

Just when Xiao Hecheng roared in exasperation, Zhan Nianchuan, who had been silent all the time, suddenly burst into spring thunder with his tongue and shouted loudly, forcing the second half of Xiao Hecheng's words back into his stomach.

Waste? Me?

Xiao Hecheng was stunned.