I have a portable space

But Meng Zhe's strength greatly exceeded Tang Jia's expectations, which caught Tang Jia off guard.

Tang Jia knew that everything arranged today was useless, everything was over.

Now Tang Jia's mind is not here at all, what he is thinking about now is how to make Meng Zhe trust her again, Tang Jia has no luck.

She knew that no one who could cultivate to such a strong level was a fool.

Meng Zhe, who was fighting with the president of the Taoist Association, seemed to have seen something, and a smile of unknown meaning leaked from his face.

But he didn't do anything, he just made the aura of the battle much stronger.

The president didn't feel much, but Meng Zhe's loophole seemed a little bigger.

This made Tang Jia, who was not thinking here, miserable, and was directly blown away by the fighting breath of the two.

Tang Jia was about to get up, but before she got up, she was suppressed by a breath and fell to the ground again.

This time it was not so easy, Tang Jia spat out a mouthful of blood.

This is not over yet, the aura over there is getting stronger and stronger, and there is a feeling of wanting to kill her here.

Tang Jia rolled away from the spot with great difficulty. She felt that if she didn't leave the spot, she might really die here.

She didn't dare to get up from the ground until she was about 100 meters away from the original place. She wanted to know what was going on.

She turned her head to look at the place where the two were fighting, and saw that the president was beaten back by Meng Zhe, and kept retreating towards her.

It looked like a sandbag hanging from the ground, with no strength to resist at all.

Everything seems to be controlled by Meng Zhe...

"Wait, Meng Zhe's control." Tang Jia seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes were wide open.

Her eyes were full of fear, and her body trembled involuntarily.

"If Meng Zhe intentionally controlled all of this, the purpose is to kill me..."

"This is impossible, how is this possible?" Tang Jia became more and more frightened as she thought about it. She was still trying to deny her crazy idea, but the facts told her that all of this was true.

The president doesn't think so, he feels that the more he fights, the more friends he will lose.

"Hong Bo, don't leave in a hurry, the two murderers who killed you will come down to accompany you soon!" The president's eyes were full of madness.

"Go to hell!" the chairman roared, and punched Meng Zhe on the head.

He felt that Meng Zhe's purpose was to use his hand to kill Tang Jia.

What reason does he have for not cooperating?He wished to kill all the murderers who killed Ji Hongbo.

At the beginning, he had no legitimate reason to kill Tang Jia, but it was different when Meng Zhe pushed him to the fire.

He did not believe that Tang Jia had no involvement in the killing of Ji Hongbo, but what could he do.

Believe it or not, he has no evidence to prove that she participated.

Although he has a vision in his hands, it shouldn't be too much.

If he did too much, someone would come to warn him at night.

If you insist on going your own way, then someone will level this place at night.

Although they didn't say it directly, everyone knew that it was the vision of the country.

It's like saying: "It's okay for you practitioners to fight among each other, but don't cross that red line."

Let's get back to the book.

Meng Zhe felt it was a pity that he didn't kill Tang Jia directly.

Tang Jia's guess was right, Meng Zhe just wanted to kill the chairman of this shitty association and Tang Jia together in one fell swoop.

Meng Zhe could tell from the very beginning that Tang Jia was acting there.

However, the chairman of the association doesn't have any acting elements at all, so he can use any method that hurts the most.

But he couldn't be too obvious, which made Tang Jia always think that the president was cooperating with her in acting.

This reminded Meng Zhe of a sentence he read on the Internet: "Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills!"

This made Meng Zhe sigh: "There is nothing wrong with this sentence."

Whatever role the president is, he is already an old fox.

The road he has traveled is more salt than Tang Jia has eaten, how can the fledgling Tang Jia see it.

Meng Zhe saw that the president punched him without hesitation, and he calmly made a comparison with the president's forehead.

The president laughed ferociously: "Little baby, you are still too tender. Go to hell!" The last sentence was even more yelled out.

From his point of view, his fist must have arrived first, even though he only had fists, not as wide as the opponent's range.

But your own speed is faster, and the opponent's weapon length doesn't matter, just avoid it.

And his weapon is not particularly big, plus his own speed, it must be his own that hit him first.

But the president overlooked one thing, and that was Meng Zhe's strength.

If Meng Zhe didn't have enough strength, why should he control the audience?
Although there is the cooperation of the president, it doesn't matter to Meng Zhe whether he cooperates or not.

If you don't cooperate with him, he will fight until you cooperate. Meng Zhe wants to forcefully suppress those who dare to plot against him.

When he was an assassin in the Canghai Continent before, it wasn't because he was afraid of those old monsters, or because he didn't have money to support himself, and it wasn't because he wanted to kill people better.

When it comes to strength, as long as Meng Zhe in the Nascent Soul stage doesn't seek death on the road, no one will dare to provoke him without good eyesight.

When it comes to financial resources, all he needs to think about is whether he chooses to be a guest minister in the palace or an elder of the sect.

When it comes to killing people, those who can be beaten are slapped to death, and those who cannot be beaten cannot be killed after all.

He became an assassin just for a hobby, so he chose assassin.

However, his current strength is not strong and he doesn't have a special understanding of this place, which makes him unable to use those methods about assassins.

He is not afraid that these miscellaneous eyesight will trouble him, what he is afraid of is that people from the country will come to him directly.

Maybe the country didn't come to kill him, maybe it came to let him join the country's direct vision, but Meng Zhe still felt troubled.

He always liked to walk alone, so how could he be willing to be restrained?

Although Meng Zhe needed resources to improve, and the country might give them to him, Meng Zhe couldn't afford to gamble.

So Meng Zhe can only tell the country in this way: "I will not pose a security risk to the country, but don't meddle in my life either."

The president's fist directly passed through Meng Zhe's body, and he was overjoyed at first.

Then there was an unbelievable look on his face, because he didn't feel like hitting the entity at all.

At this moment, the pen of purification in Meng Zhe's hand was already on his head.

It wasn't until this time that the president realized that he was afraid: "Let me go, please let me go!"

Meng Zhe didn't speak, but the strength in his hand was getting stronger and stronger.

The president already felt that his scalp was broken, and was being supplemented by the power of purification.

He understood that Meng Zhe was asking him to explain why.

So without the slightest hesitation, he directly stated the reasons he thought were life-saving straws.

"As long as you don't kill me, I don't have to pursue you for killing my brother. And I can also revoke the Taoist Association's arrest warrant for you."