"There's a ghost!"
The young man was also startled when he saw the figure.
He just threw out the broken page in his hand.
The next second, I remembered something important again.
He reached out and grabbed it again.
A figure immediately appeared in their field of vision.
When the figure appeared, the faces of the young man and his younger brother changed, and they looked at each other in surprise.
"Aren't you a day person?"
"Why are you in the scrap page?"
The young man also recognized Meng Jing at a glance and asked coldly.
During the day, this young man was still practicing at Ning's house.
When they stole the fragments, they did not notice that the young man was among the fragments.
Could it be that the secret of that fragment of page lies within it?
"hehe!"
Meng Jing didn't say anything, but just waved his hand.
Under the pressure of strong gravity, the bodies of these young men felt like they were carrying a mountain on their backs.
The pressure was so severe that I couldn't breathe. With a puff, I spit out a mouthful of blood and fell down.
"If you step on a horse, you dare to touch our Zhao family."
"you wanna die!"
Seeing his younger brothers starting to fall down one after another, the young man also felt that Meng Jing was a little scary.
Immediately, the black energy wrapped in the palm turned into an afterimage and grabbed Meng Jing.
Facing the attacking black hand, Meng Jing didn't show much expression.
Just stunned.
"It's actually not demonic!"
Generally speaking, those who can summon black energy should be from the demon clan.
However, there was no trace of demonic aura in this young man.
It seems that this is related to the technique he practices.
Otherwise, how could the aura appear black.
There was a click, and the bones broke.
Meng Jing had already grabbed the oncoming hand, and then gently broke it.
Just like breaking a branch, the young man's face quickly turned red.
His whole body kept bowing with Meng Jing's hand.
"You are from the Zhao family, right?"
Meng Jing asked coldly.
"If you don't want to die, just say it, otherwise..."
While speaking, there was another pause.
He raised his kick again and kicked the opponent's knee.
Click.
Broken kneecap.
The young man's body stood on the ground in a strange posture.
One leg is upright and the other is half-bent.
It wasn't that he wanted to bend, but that Meng Jing had kicked his knees off one after another.
However, what surprised Meng Jing was that besides the change in the young man's face.
However, not a single scream was made.
Logically speaking, for a normal person, if his wrists and knees were broken, he would be in extreme pain.
But why can't I see this young man's reaction?
Suddenly.
The young man's lips slowly raised and he let out a cold laugh.
"Die!"
With a falling sound, Meng Jing felt a fierce attack in front of him
All he saw was that the young man's body was in front of him.
However, the young man did not make any move.
But a gust of dark wind blew towards him.
Tear--
Meng Jing's clothes were torn apart!
The muscles of the upper body were exposed.
If the physical strength level was not too strong, I am afraid that if he faced this blow, he would be caught to death by an inexplicable blow from the opponent.
No one can be seen in this air.
"Damn it, you actually blocked my attack."
"I don't believe you are so lucky!"
The other party's angry voice came again in the air.
"I can only look at the golden eyes!"
Since you can't see where the other party is, the only way is to turn on the Golden Eyes.
Before the opponent launched an attack, Meng Jing took the lead.
Golden light flashed before his eyes.
Soon, a black mist also appeared in front of me.
This black mist took on the appearance of a human being, and power was gathering in its hands.
Without thinking, Meng Jing grabbed the place where the black mist was.
When Black Mist was caught, his expression changed.
"You guy, let me go!"
"How did you see me!"
"Let me go quickly, I am the young master of the Zhao family."
"If you do something against me, our Zhao family can't get around you!"
Meng Jing didn't listen and lowered his head to look at his ring.
"Old sir, do you need this black soul?"
Soon, Yao Chen's voice of disgust came from the ring.
"No, no, no, this Black Soul is too rubbish."
"The quality of the soul is too poor. Putting it here is simply an insult to me."
After the young man heard the sound of the medicine dust in the ring, his expression changed slightly.
Although he was caught by Meng Jing at this time, he naturally couldn't accept it when he heard someone calling him trash.
"Who are you to step on a horse? How dare you say that to me?"
"I am the young master of the Zhao family."
"How dare you call our Zhao family's black souls rubbish."
"Do you dare to speak out?"
As soon as the young man finished speaking, a cold voice full of disdain sounded.
Immediately, the next second, a wisp of green smoke floated from Meng Jing's ring.
The moment the green smoke floated out, the black smoke was already in shock.
Some stared at the cloud of smoke with wide eyes.
"Is this the ninth level, Green Soul Smoke?"
Then, he raised his head in disbelief and looked at Meng Jing.
"Who are you, and why do you have Qinghun Yan?"
"Where did you get this green soul smoke?"
Green Soul Smoke?
Meng Jing frowned slightly. He had never heard of Qinghunyan.
After the medicine dust floated out, he looked at the black smoke with a sneer.
"Why is my green soul smoke not as good as a black soul from your Zhao family?"
The cold laughter had already caused the surrounding temperature to drop to freezing point instantly.
The black soul's legs were even weak, and his face was twitching.
Then, he forced out a smile and said in a trembling voice.
"Old man, I can't see Taishan. I'm a bastard. I'm not a human being."
"I'm trying to do something wrong in front of your boss. I hope you won't argue with me."
"How about I give your old man a squeeze on your legs?"
While saying this, cold sweat broke out on the young man's body.
Facing this big man in front of him, he is just a little guy.
"It's just you, and you still want to give me a squeeze?"
Yao Chen glanced at the young man's dark soul with disdain, then stretched out his palm.
A ball of ice-blue flame appeared immediately.
"Is this the fire of heaven and earth? The cold fire of bone spirit?"
Seeing the icy blue flames unleashed by Yao Chen, the young man was once again shocked.
Gulu swallowed and turned his head to look at the young man carrying him.
What is the origin of this young man?
Not to mention being able to see through his own dark soul, there is actually such a perverted person in the ring.
This character's strength is higher than his own, but he still has this bone spirit cold fire in his hand.
Let's put it this way, even if the other party wants to destroy the entire Shengning City, it is probably not a problem.
