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Chapter 297 Entering the Longevity Pavilion(1/2)

"The Changsheng Pavilion has too deep roots in North China City, and your uncle's mana is even more unfathomable. With the strong men in the Changsheng Pavilion, it is difficult for you to win."

Taoist Yifeng extinguished his cigarette again and said.

"Master, don't you believe me and my senior brother?"

Qin Meng asked back.

Taoist Yifeng glanced at Qin Meng and continued, "It's not that I don't believe you, but that the Changsheng Pavilion, which has been circulated for tens of thousands of years, is not just that simple.

Otherwise, your uncle wouldn't have come to speak harshly."

"Master, we are not afraid, just let us go crazy!"

Wang Aoqin said.

"Be careful, I won't help you."

Taoist Yifeng sighed and stood up and went straight into the room.

If they just wanted to leave Taoist Yiyu, the power of their master and apprentice was enough.

But Taoist Yifeng doesn't want to do this.

Whatever Taoist Yiyu said, he was his last junior brother.

He really couldn't do that.

However, Taoist Yifeng also knew that once Taoist Yiyu returned to Changsheng Pavilion, it would be the tiger to return to the mountain.

Since he dared to speak harshly before, it proves that he must have a killer weapon.

Watching Taoist Yifeng enter the room.

Qin Meng and Wang Aoqin looked at each other, nodded, and left one after another.

In the early morning, the sun had not even risen, but Qin Meng and Wang Aoqin had already set off for Changsheng Pavilion.

This is what they said last night, so it must be realized today.

In the Changsheng Pavilion.

The black shadow hid on the wall, Taoist Yiyu sat on the sofa, and there was a middle-aged man next to him.

"Emperor, they are here."

The shadow inside the wall glanced out the window and said.

"The killing has begun. Let's prepare. Today I want these two nephews to come and go without a return. Wang Aoqin can keep it. I still need the "Heaven and Earth Art"."

Taoist Yiyu said lightly.

"Yes, Emperor."

The black shadow and the middle-aged man left the room at the same time.

For a moment, only Taoist Yiyu was left in the huge room.

Just after Qin Meng and Wang Aoqin entered the Changsheng Pavilion.

Countless disciples in the Changsheng Pavilion rushed out at the same time and stared coldly at Qin Meng and Wang Aoqin.

Qin Meng and Wang Aoqin looked at each other at a glance, and were not polite at all. At the same time, they burst out with huge power and rushed into the crowd.

Explode instantly.

Dozens of disciples from the Changsheng Pavilion flew out at the same time.

About five minutes later, thousands of disciples from the Changsheng Pavilion were all lying on the ground, either with broken hands or broken legs.

The smell of blood filled the entire Changsheng Pavilion, and the wailing sounds everywhere, making people feel nervous.

"Uncle Master, I have sent some ordinary disciples out, how can I play? Or do you come and play in person?"

Qin Meng smiled faintly.

Taoist Yiyu did not appear, but instead thousands of inner disciples were replaced.

These inner disciples have the lowest magic power value of 30,000 points.

It's even as high as 120,000 points.

However, these inner disciples were not a resistance to Qin Meng and Wang Aoqin. They all lay on the ground in just a few minutes.

"Is there anyone else?"

Qin Meng asked.

With Qin Meng's scream, hundreds of people indeed appeared.

These are probably the elders, and the lowest mana value is 100,000.

However, Qin Meng and Wang Aoqin were not in a hurry and looked at the elders.

Wang Aoqin said, "Uncle Master, is it interesting to have a wheel fight so late? Why don't we play?"

After saying that, Wang Aoqin and Qin Meng rushed up again and fought directly with the people from the Elders Group.

After a while, the elders' army was wiped out again.

"Emperor, the elders' group has been defeated."

The middle-aged man said from the side.

Taoist Yiyu was not angry or looked up, but instead smiled slightly.

"How long is it?"

"I guess there are still hundreds of people left, and only then can the resentment and blood qi be full."

The middle-aged man said.

"Then we're sending a group of elders to kill them."

Taoist Yiyu said.

"Yes...but that's our last group of elders."

The middle-aged man said in a little embarrassed manner.

"Don't care. As long as this battle is done, are you still afraid that no one will join the Changsheng Pavilion?"

Taoist Yiyu asked.

The middle-aged man clenched his teeth and said, "Yes, Emperor."

After the middle-aged man left, Taoist Yiyu showed an intoxication.

He looked crazy and said, "Kill! The more you kill, the happier I will be. It is time for you to see what real power is."

In the Changsheng Pavilion, Qin Meng Wang Aoqin once again destroyed a group of elders.

At this moment, there were corpses everywhere in the entire Changsheng Pavilion, otherwise they would be wailing disciples, elders, etc.

"Boom~"

Just after the last group of elders were defeated by Qin Meng and Wang Aoqin, the entire Changsheng Pavilion began to tremble.

"Senior brother, I feel bad."

Qin Meng said in a deep voice.

An unprecedented sense of crisis arose from the bottom of my heart.

This is the first time Qin Meng has felt this sense of crisis. Does Taoist Yiyu have a backup plan?

Otherwise, I wouldn't be playing wheel battles with myself.

However, at this moment, a figure soared into the sky and flew into the sky.

Who is he not Taoist Yiyu?

"You're finally out."

Qin Meng asked with his eyes narrowed.

"Uncle Master, come on, let's have a good fight today."

Wang Aoqin said lightly.

"Two nephews, I guess you are tired of killing! Today your enemy is not me. Next, let me introduce you to a new friend."

Taoist Yiyu smiled and pointed to the back of the house.

"Bang bang!"

Just as Taoist Yiyu finished speaking, a violent tremor suddenly appeared, and the entire Changsheng Pavilion vibrated.

Qin Meng and Wang Aoqin narrowed their eyes and looked forward, and suddenly saw a man five meters tall walking out from behind the house.

This is a young man, about twenty-eight or nine out of twenty-nine.

He lowered his head, his eyes were dull, and he kept walking forward.

"This is……"
To be continued...
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