An Qianqian said coldly: "Tell me quickly, who killed my father."

The monk said with a pale face and a sad face, "I really don't know!"

"Speak less nonsense, hurry up and tell me who killed my father." An Qianqian moved her right hand and another water snake flew out.

The monk had no choice but to avoid it, and was hit by a water snake in front and was shot directly away.

The monk who struggled to get up had a ragged body and looked extremely miserable.

Meng Yu felt that the time was almost right, and it was time for him to appear. After stopping An Qianqian from taking further actions, he walked to the monk.

When the monk saw Meng Yu walking in front of him, he looked happy. In his opinion, this was just an ordinary citizen, probably a young man raised by An Qianqian.

This made him feel this way because when Meng Yu came out with Liu Yutian before, he changed into ordinary clothes, and Meng Yu's cultivation was higher than that of this cultivator, so he naturally mistakenly thought Meng Yu was an ordinary person.

The monk was thinking in his heart how to take away Meng Yu's capital as a threat. When he saw Meng Yu walk in front of him, he felt that the opportunity had come.

"My friend, I think your behavior is very wise!" The monk stood up, "Do you think I can't deal with you now?"

Meng Yu smiled and looked at the clown-like monk in front of him. His spiritual power could not be activated, and his aura was rising continuously.

"I want to tell you that I'm very angry," Meng Yu said, "You actually regard me as a teenager. The one I hate the most in my life is a teenager."

The monk was stunned because he felt the aura revealed from Meng Yu.

"Do you know what your fate is?" Meng Yu glanced at the monk with bright eyes, making people afraid to look directly.

The monk's face changed, and suddenly realized that Meng Yu's cultivation level had surpassed him, and exclaimed: "You, you are the foundation building."

"Since you don't know anything, then go and die!" Meng Yu shouted loudly, and his palm emitted a purple light.

"You, what do you want to do!" The monk found out that something was wrong and was shocked. He quickly took out a black talisman paper from his clothes, and at the same time he made gestures with both hands, slowly forming a wind blade in front of him.

Meng Yu looked at the monk with a ridiculous look, without obstructing him. He wanted to experience how much attack power a level one attack talisman could have. You must know that he had bought some of it before.

"Look at my 'wind blade'!" He roared again unwillingly, and the spiritual magic trick that had been pinched out of his hand.

Perhaps because he personally added all his spiritual power to it, this wind blade was like a black sharp edge, twisted and flipped, and came towards Meng Yu with an astonishing aura.

Luo Yang and An Qianqian behind Meng Yu were also surprised. If they were to issue such powerful magic tricks.

"Sliding the Mountain Palm." Meng Yu said lightly, and a handprint flew out of Meng Yu's hand and rushed towards the black wind blade. In an instant, the wind blade was slapped by the palm print without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

The monk was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him. It was his best attack method. He incorporated his own spiritual power into the talisman to increase the power of the spell. The power of this attack would never be less than that of the second-level wind blade talisman.

The handprint Meng Yu waved did not disappear because of the collision with the wind blade. After breaking the wind blade, it still blasted at the monk who had already fallen to the ground because of his weak legs.

At this moment, the monk already understood that Meng Yu's cultivation level was much higher than that of him. He was likely to be a cultivator in the middle or late stage of foundation building, and was not comparable to that of a cultivator like him in the Qi training stage. However, it was too late to regret, and the grave had been dug out, just waiting for him to lie in.

Just when he was frightened, Meng Yu waved his previous handprint into invisible in the air.

The monk, who was undoubtedly dying, knew that he had escaped the disaster when he saw this scene and fell to the ground limply.

"Have you remembered anything now?" Meng Yu asked glaring at the monk.

The monk dared not refute it! He hurriedly said, "Yes! Yes! Yes! I remembered that this was done by the young master of Yidao Sect and my uncle. I didn't participate at all. I came here yesterday. At that time, this incident had already happened." The monk felt that he was unlucky today and did not read the almanac. If he could escape successfully this time, he would definitely leave here and never come to this Heishui Town again. Nothing could match his life!

"Then where are your uncle and the young sect leader now?" Meng Yu continued to ask.

The monk looked at Meng Yu with a terrifying look and said with a sad face, "They have been eating, drinking and having fun in Yidaomen these days, and have never been out. This fellow Taoist, that's all I know. Can I leave?"

"What are you anxious? I said I won't let you leave? Go back and tell your uncle that tomorrow, the leader of the Lei Dao Sect, Meng Yu, will bring his disciple An Qianqian to the door to ask for an explanation and let him wipe his neck clean and wait!" Meng Yu said in a stronger tone, "By the way, you can leave, keep all the spirit stones and other things on his body!"

"Yes, yes, I will definitely bring the words, I will definitely bring them!" The monk quickly took out a few items from his arms, bent down and retreated, begging.

"Get out!" Meng Yu waved his sleeves, and the monk hurriedly left the place with three disciples from the Yidao Sect. He ran quite fast, and within a few blinks, he quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

An Qianqian stepped forward and picked up some things that the monk threw on the ground, and respectfully presented them.

Meng Yu looked through it roughly and couldn't help but curse the poor. In addition to 12 low-grade spirit stones, there were four unused wind blade talismans, two earth-breaking talismans, one fire wall talisman and one ice sword talisman. They were all first-level talismans, which were of no use to Meng Yu.

Meng Yu shook his head helplessly and gave all the spirit stones to An Qianqian and Luo Yang. The low-level talismans were included in the Qiankun Ring by him. He felt that he still needed to understand things like talismans.

Luo Yang seemed very happy to get these spirit stones, and Liu Yutian, who had not obtained them, was not jealous. After all, he had not yet reached the Qi training stage, and the spirit stone was just a stone for him.

An Qianqian frowned and said worriedly: "Sect Master, I know you want to avenge me, but I think it's too hasty to let him go."

"I deliberately wanted them to be alert." Meng Yu explained: "At this moment, this monk returned in such a embarrassing situation, this will definitely surprise the master. Uncle Master. Besides, if they only need to inquire, they will know that we are a sect in the Ziyun Mountains. They are the casual cultivators who will probably have conflicts from the inside. Tomorrow will be just right."
Chapter completed!