392: C392 Fang Qingchuan Come out and Face Your Death!

C392 Fang Qingchuan Come out and Face Your Death!

This chief disciple of the Seven Mysteries Sect had the same expression as his junior sister. Both of their faces were pale, as if they had seen a fantasy with their own eyes. They were so shocked that their eyes were glazed over.

Wu Jian swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. He pointed at Meng Ran and said in disbelief: "You... Who are you!?"

Meng Ran, whose back was facing him, said indifferently, "Meng Ran."

Wu Jian looked up and said in disbelief, "Immortal Master Meng? Could it be that you are the Immortal Master Meng that Master talked about?!"

This time, it was Meng Ran's turn to be surprised. "Oh? You know me? Who is your master?"

Wu Jian bowed when he saw Meng Ran admit it." Wu Jian greets Immortal Master Meng! My master, Sun Tongxuan, is called Master Tongxuan by the martial cultivator in Jiangbei. "

"Sun Tongxuan?" Meng Ran was also a little speechless. He did not expect to meet his disciple.

"Junior sister! What are you waiting for!? He is the Immortal Master Meng that Master mentioned to us! Quickly come and greet the Immortal Master!" Wu Jian berated.

Liu Ying froze on the spot. White-clothed Youth, who she had ridiculed earlier, had now transformed into Immortal Master Meng, whom even her master respected. This huge disparity had already made her feel lost and at a loss.

"Hurry up and bow!"

Wu Jian's expression changed when he saw that Liu Ying didn't respond. He shouted mercilessly.

Liu Ying struggled to raise her head, but it just so happened that she met Meng Ran's half-smiling gaze. She recalled the terror of this young man's sword strike just now, and recalled the ridicule she had for him just now.

Liu Ying couldn't hold on any longer, and she immediately knelt down in front of Meng Ran, crying and crying. "Immortal Master Meng, liu Ying has eyes but failed to recognize you, Immortal Master. Please forgive me, Immortal Master!"

Wu Jian also knelt down and apologized to Meng Ran.

Meng Ran ignored the two and said to Ning Feixuan, "Let's go."

Senior brother and sister Wu Jian, who were kneeling on the ground, looked at the white figure and felt as if waves were rolling in their hearts.

The two of them had heard their master mention more than once about how Immortal Master Meng's technique was so powerful that it was comparable to an immortal in the sky.

At that time, Wu Jian had a look of disdain on his face. He didn't believe that there would be such a legendary figure in the modern society. But just now, when he saw that shocking sword light with his own eyes, he was scared silly.

"How can there be such a terrifying person in the modern society? And he is so young..."

Wu Jian mumbled to himself.

At this moment, Meng Ran and Ning Feixuan had just stepped into the Extreme One Sect. Dozens of black-clothed disciples had already surrounded them. All of them had long hair, wore ghost masks, and held sharp knives in their hands. All of them looked as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Who are you? How dare you offend the Extreme One Sect!" A disciple in the middle shouted angrily.

"Chi!"

Meng Ran pointed at the sky.

A stream of azure energy flew across the sky like a flash of light, crossing the void. Before anyone could react, it had already pierced through the center of the man's brows.

The disciple who had been shouting furiously fell to the ground with a thud. The mask on his face fell to the ground, revealing a face full of terror.

"How dare you!"

The disciple beside him was furious. He raised the sharp knife in his hand and was about to charge forward.

However, just as he took half a step forward, another blue light suddenly struck from the void. After which, this disciple fell headfirst onto the ground. Everyone raised their eyes and saw that there was a thumb-sized bloody hole on this person's head!

The dozens of black-clothed disciples were dead silent.

They saw Meng Ran take a step forward. He, who was standing with his hands behind his back, shouted angrily.0

"Faang Qingchuan! Get out here and face your death!"

His voice was like rolling thunder. In the blink of an eye, it reverberated throughout the entire Extreme One Sect.

Dozens of black-clothed disciples couldn't help but retreat. In the face of such a terrifying killing god that could kill with a flick of his finger, no one could raise any thoughts of resisting.

At this moment, Meng Ran's killing intent had been fully revealed. It was as if his killing intent had materialized, causing the hearts of all the disciples of Extreme One Sect to tremble. They felt as if the man in front of them had stepped on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"Heavens! Is he a human or a ghost?!"

Following a trembling voice, everyone scattered in all directions to escape.

However, Meng Ran, who had completely unleashed his killing intent, moved his body. A seven foot long blade light flashed across the sky. It was like the blade of the god of death, carrying numerous afterimages as it flew towards them.

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