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"What you said is true?" The old man stopped struggling and looked at Tang Jia suspiciously.

Tang Jia breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, don't worry." Tang Jia was really afraid that the old man would continue to struggle, and she would definitely not be able to stop the old man with such paintings.

"Let me greet you once more." The old man calmed down slowly, and stood there without speaking.

Meng Zhe didn't turn his head, but nodded in satisfaction: "Well, it was handled well." Tang Jia heard Meng Zhe praise her, which made her very happy.

But he didn't show it, but curled his lips: "Cut! This has been done a long time ago, and you need to talk about it."

Meng Zhe didn't answer, because he was standing in front of Yang Zhiyuan looking at him with a pale face: "Is there anything else to say?"

"It doesn't matter if you abolish me or kill me. Anyway, all the information about you has been spread, and it's useless for you to regret it now! Hahaha! Hahahaha!" Yang Zhiyuan was as crazy as he saw Meng Zhe walking towards him , It actually started to break the jar.

Meng Zhe had a joking smile on his face: "Do you think this can threaten me?"

Looking at that smile, Yang Zhiyuan felt that he had been seen through.But he still insisted and asked: "Isn't it possible?"

"I thought there was something great about the rich second generation, but it turns out they are just idiots who are overconfident! Meng Zhe pointed at Yang Zhiyuan's forehead.

Yang Zhiyuan retorted dissatisfied: "I'm not an idiot! Do you dare to say that's not your secret?..."

Meng Zhe ignored him and began to hypnotize him.

Before Yang Zhiyuan finished speaking, he fell straight down.

After Yang Zhiyuan fell down, Meng Zhe was going to erase his memory.

"Xiao Beixiu's nonsense!" At this moment, a roar came from a distance.

The old man and Tang Jia sat directly on the ground.Not because of fear, but because of that loud roar.

"It's too strong!" This is the only thing in the minds of the two of them at this time.

Meng Zhe raised his eyebrows: "Finally a decent opponent came.

The two people on the ground were shocked when they heard Meng Zhe's words: "Is he so strong? He's just a decent opponent!"

In fact, Tang Jia still ran away, just surprised.

The old man's heart could not be calm at this moment, because he knew what it meant.

That strength is equivalent to the period of Tongmai, which means that it is possible to step into the innate.Even higher realms can be touched.

He is already sixty-seven this year, and his strength has been stagnant and unable to move at the internal stage.

Meng Zhe looked around where the voice came from, and saw an old man with his arms in his arms, coming towards him quickly.

This old man is different from the old man Yang Zhiyuan invited: one has white beard and hair, and a look of vicissitudes.The other is gray at the temples and hale and hearty.

When the old man saw the person coming, he was surprised: "It's Mr. Ji Hongbo, the vice president of the Taoist Association! Why is he here?"

"Xiao Bei, hand him over to me!" The old man came forward and asked Meng Zhe to hand over Yang Zhiyuan to him.

"Tang Jia, give me the dagger." Meng Zhe ignored the old man, but turned his head to signal Tang Jia to give him the dagger.

Seeing that Meng Zhe dared to ignore him, the old man couldn't help being furious: "Xiao Bei, didn't you hear what I said?!"

Meng Zhe still ignored him, just waiting for Tang Jia to throw the dagger over.

"Cultivation is rampant!" The old man grabbed Yang Zhiyuan like Meng Zhe.

Meng Zhe snorted coldly with disdain: "You can't control yourself." He punched the old man directly in the chest with his backhand.

"Tang Jia, what's the matter with you?" Meng Zhe asked after waiting for a long time, but still did not see Tang Jia handing him the dagger.

"Sorry Meng Zhe! He is kind to me. That's why I can't give you the dagger!" Tang Jia looked at him apologetically, with no blood on his face.

Meng Zhe was surprised at first, then calmed down.

"Do you know why you have betrayed me so many times, but I still teach you things?" Meng Zhe ignored Tang Jia's clenched hands, and just moved the dagger over from the air
Tang Jia looked at Meng Zhe with a puzzled expression. He was puzzled: Why did Meng Zhe ask her this question at this time.

"Why?" Tang Jia really wanted to know the answer to this question.She was also puzzled: why she betrayed Meng Zhe so many times but he didn't seem to know.

"It's not because you like me, nor your physique, nor your beauty that impresses me." Meng Zhe stood there holding the dagger.

At this time, Ji Hongbo's face was full of disbelief, because he found that he could not feel the breath of that Xiaobei at all, and could only see with his eyes.

"It's interesting! I haven't moved around for a long time. It seems that people have forgotten who I am. They thought that any cat or dog could provoke me!" There was no calm look on his face, only the anger of being provoked.

"That's because I'm also an assassin!" Meng Zhe was still very calm, and said the answer while accumulating strength.

"Xie Linsen didn't come over to attack together. The boss said: I am very dissatisfied with your performance this time." Ji Hongbo congratulated the old man beside Tang Jia.

Xie Linsen suddenly caught Tang Jia and looked at Meng Zhe with a smirk: "Hurry up and let my young master go!"

Meng Zhe's face froze, he didn't expect that they were in the same group.

"Are you stupid?!" Ji Hongbo looked at Xie Linsen angrily.

"You forgot that the young master said he liked him."

"This, this old slave really doesn't know!" Hearing Ji Hongbo's reprimand, he shook his head with a pale face.

"Okay! Xiaobei, I will give you a chance: you will beg me to accept you as an apprentice in front of you, and forget it, or..." Ji Hongbo looked at Meng Zhe impatiently.

"The person who can be my master hasn't made a sound yet. You are not worthy!" Meng Zhe's face has not changed at all, the only thing that has changed is: the way he holds the dagger, in front only the tip of the knife is exposed, and now it is the entire blade foreign.

This meant that Meng Zhe was really angry, which meant he must be killed.

"You're courting death." Ji Hongbo took out a handful of miniature ones from his sleeve, floating and sinking.

Meng Zhe's face twitched, and he didn't smile in order to maintain his image.

"Look at the move!" Ji Hongbo congratulated, but nothing happened.

"It's really insidious!" Meng Zhe waved his hands gratefully.

Regardless of the fact that nothing happened before, in fact, the toxins on Ji Hongbo's ups and downs have already permeated the air.

Meng Zhe used his body to touch the poison a lot as an assassin, but Ji Hongbo's amount is really not enough.

"How is it possible?! How could you block my Huan Shen San?!!!." Ji Hongbo suddenly looked at Meng Zhe, because he was a little unbelievable. , he didn't believe that anyone could stop her illusion.

"Don't take out the things that children play with to be conspicuous!"