Chapter 170: First meeting, intersection
"Qingzhou Meng family, Meng Hedong."
"Come and fight!!!"
At this moment, this voice resounded throughout the Tianlan Holy Land.
South Peak, on top of the mountain.
A woman wearing a lavender palace dress with a silver belt around her waist, which made her figure particularly prominent, was sitting cross-legged quietly.
Her eyebrows were as dark as distant ink, her eyes were like stars and the moon, her face was lightly powdered, her skin was as white as cream, and her expression was calm.
A whistling mountain breeze blew up her cloud-like hair.
"Ran'er, it was your master who accompanied you to the Meng family to break off the engagement. Now that Meng Hedong has come knocking on your door, it is only right that I step in to help."
"How about I help you stop him?"
Mo Yuemei, dressed in a Taoist robe, stood in front of Li Ran and spoke softly.
There was some pity in her eyes. Her disciple had only gone to the Meng family to cancel the engagement. What kind of evil had he done? Moreover, she thought that she had done it with a clear conscience when she went to the Meng family. Not only did she bring a lot of natural treasures, but she also had a very humble attitude when she went to the Meng family.
Why is it that people all over the world are saying all kinds of vicious things about their own disciple?
She didn't understand why some people in this world could have such great malice towards someone they had never met before?
"Master, I'm fine. I can handle it."
A smile appeared on Li Ran's face.
"Back then, I asked Master to accompany me to the Meng family, which was wrong. If I ask Master to do it again now, how will people in the world view our Tianlan Holy Land? How will they view Master?"
Mo Yuemei shook his head and said, "Ran'er, I have never cared about the opinions of people who have nothing to do with me in my life. If they just gossip about me behind my back, I will turn a blind eye to it. If anyone dares to say something irrelevant to me in front of me, I will twist his head off. I want to see how many heads I can get."
Hearing this, Li Ran was slightly startled, then smiled with some envy and said, "It would be great if I could be as free and easy as Master."
Pause.
Li Ran lowered his head and looked towards the mountain gate at the foot of the South Peak. A sharp look flashed across his beautiful eyes.
A faint smile appeared on her face.
"Master, don't forget, I am also the Saintess of Tianlan! Who said that my strength will definitely lose to that Meng Hedong?"
As he spoke, Li Ran slowly stood up.
A fighting spirit began to rise from her.
Seeing Li Ran's determined expression, Mo Yuemei swallowed all the worried words she had originally intended to say.
"Good! My disciple is definitely not inferior to others!"
Mo Yuemei smiled at Li Ran.
She then remembered that, except for Gai Rong, who dared to say that her disciple could beat her? It was just that Ping'er's brilliance was too bright, making Ran'er look dim.
But Li Ran is definitely not weak!
The next moment.
Li Ran walked down the mountain step by step.
Tianlan Holy Land, at the mountain gate.
The Tianlan disciples from the north and south peaks were all standing at the mountain gate, staring coldly at the independent cultivators who came from all over the world.
These casual cultivators couldn't help but shrink their heads and lower their voices.
Meng Hedong frowned slightly, his eyes turned and kept looking towards the Tianlan Holy Land.
He could sense that in the Tianlan Holy Land, there were many eyes that were far superior to his, staring at him.
"Takihi-senpai, should everything be alright?"
Meng Hedong spoke silently.
In an instant, the ring on his index finger flashed a faint light.
A royal sister's voice sounded in his mind.
"Don't worry, these eyes don't have murderous intent. If something unexpected happens, I have recovered 50% of my strength, which is enough to get you away from here safely."
Hearing this, Meng Hedong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The next moment.
The royal sister's voice suddenly sounded again:
"Hedong, be careful of someone. Among this group of Tianlan disciples, there is one person who gives me a very threatening feeling. Moreover, I can even detect a familiar aura from this person. It's really strange!"
"A familiar smell? Who?"
Meng Hedong was slightly stunned. The senior Takifei in his ring was a top figure from ancient times.
How could there be someone in this world who could give Senior Takihime a familiar aura? The next moment.
Meng Hedong's index finger quietly turned and pointed at someone.
Meng Hedong couldn't help but look where Princess Taki was pointing.
The man was seen wearing a snow-white shirt with ink-splashed landscape patterns, standing among a group of disciples.
No matter the disciples from the North or South peaks, they all looked extremely respectful in front of this man, and there was even a hint of fanaticism in the depths of their eyes.
Meng Hedong's ears moved slightly, and he instantly heard the disciples of Tianlan Holy Land calling this person "Your Highness the Son of God."
"Son of Tianlan God, Xiao Ping?"
Meng Hedong narrowed his eyes.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
at the same time.
Just as Meng Hedong turned his gaze to Chen Zhixing, Chen Zhixing seemed to have noticed something as well. While talking to Guan Tianyu beside him, he casually looked at Meng Hedong.
The two people's eyes met briefly in the air.
Chen Zhixing smiled at Meng Hedong.
Meng Hedong quickly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and frowned.
I don't know why.
He had clearly never seen Xiao Ping, the Son of God Tianlan, but at the first sight of Xiao Ping, he felt an extreme discomfort in his heart.
It felt like a person encountering a poisonous snake baring its fangs from the shadows.
An innate disgust, aversion, and an inexplicable fear that makes you want to escape quickly.
"Is he Meng Hedong?"
Different from Meng Hedong's reaction, Chen Zhixing looked at him without disguising his gaze.
Deep in his pupils, countless lines flickered and transformed into an ancient golden book.
On the golden ancient book, words began to distort and emerge.
[Fiery Gold Fate: Emperor of Fire! ]
[Fiery Gold Fate: A rare talent among men! ]
[Emperor Zi’s fate: the son of luck! ]
"Oh? Two with Blazing Gold Fates and one with Imperial Purple Fates?"
Chen Zhixing raised his eyebrows.
Speaking of Meng Hedong, the destined protagonist, among the nine destined protagonists, his golden finger is not considered to be the strongest.
Even better than the reborn Ning Changyu and Xu Fan who can see the future.
Meng Hedong's golden finger can be described as shabby.
But Meng Hedong's achievements are among the best among the nine destiny protagonists! At least in Chen Zhixing's opinion, Meng Hedong's achievements are higher than Xu Fan, Ning Changyu and others! After Chen Zhixing thought about it for a while, he looked past Meng Hedong and looked at a strange man behind him who was wearing a loose black robe, wrapped in bandages, with only one eye exposed.
The strange man also looked at Chen Zhixing.
The two people's eyes met in the air and touched each other.
Chen Zhixing shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't need to act rashly.
The weirdo nodded slightly.
Although the two did not communicate verbally, they understood each other's intentions in an instant with just a glance.
Just at this moment.
Crash! Countless casual cultivators outside the mountain gate seemed to have seen something amazing, and they all looked towards the Tianlan Holy Land.
I saw a stunningly beautiful woman, with fluttering sleeves and a cold look, walking down the mountain step by step.
(End of this chapter)