A person can run away even if he provokes a big force, but what if he has concerns?
Can he leave Zhang Xiaojiang, Hu Jing, and his parents behind?
Looking at the faces of people around me, I feel envy, jealousy, sarcasm, noisy, comparison, and pride.
Vicissitudes of life.
Is the naiveté better than Mo Shanniu? Not necessarily, if there is such a powerful backing as the Demon God Sect, Mo Shan can be even more awesome.
And what about him?
When fighting in the mortal world, he and Zhang Xiaopang were good at fighting and ruthless, but they still lost more than they won, and even when they won, they won miserably. They were so ruthless that they scared each other away.
Inside and outside the hall, it’s just a matter of a few steps. Think about what you will encounter when you come to Tianxin Castle.
Wang Meng laughed and realized that since he couldn’t ignore Fatty Yang Ying and the others, there was only one way to go!
“Brother, why are you giggling?” asked a young man next to him embroidered with a ball of flame.
Wang Meng didn’t expect anyone to talk to him. “It’s okay. It’s my first time to participate in such a grand occasion. I’m a little excited.”
The man looked around, raised his hands, and whispered: “Actually, I do too, but in this kind of situation, we have to pretend to be powerful, otherwise we will be looked down upon. Squint your eyes and raise the corners of your mouth.” , you have such a special style that others dare not look down upon you.”
Wang smiled fiercely, “I don’t know what to call you.”
“I am Zhan Wushuang, a disciple of the Immortal Evil Spirit Hall.” Zhan Wushuang said, but his tone was so light that it almost made him float.
“The Evil Spirit Hall? A famous sect.”
“Ahem, it’s the Hall of Immortal Evil Spirits, not the Hall of Evil Spirits.” Zhan Wushuang blushed and felt a little embarrassed, “Actually, I thought it was the Hall of Evil Spirits at first, so I entered the hall excitedly, alas.”
Wang Meng couldn’t help but smile. It was really interesting. Everyone in this industry made mistakes. Those small sects didn’t care about anything. The word “evil spirit” was added to gain fame. This kind of thing happened a lot in the world.
“My name is Wang Meng, a disciple of the Thunder Light Hall of the Holy Church.”
Zhan Wushuang looked at Wang Meng with a sympathetic look and sighed: “Brother, we are really destined. I entered by mistake. This is a bad fate for you. I heard that Lei Guangtang is worse than ordinary cultivation sects. Alas. , no wonder you and I can only stay in this place.”
The Holy Church ranks among the three sects. However, due to the special constitution of the Holy Church, there are as many disciples as there are in the hall, so the disciples are not conspicuous outside. Especially outside, Daoguang, Lingyin, Xianyuan and a female cultivator Feifeng are still As some people know, those below are basically not considered to be disciples of the Holy Temple, and their standards are very low.
Even the chief disciple of Lei Guangtan