Martial Godly Emperor

They were walking.    

Meng Ting led a few elders of the Meng Family and surrounded Meng Yu and Fener, the pair of male and female attendants. The other members of the Meng Family were standing at the outer perimeter of the arena. Under the gazes of the others, they walked towards the outside of the arena.    

At this moment, the martial arts field looked like a ruin after a war. It was in ruins, with broken walls and flames everywhere. Dust and smoke were everywhere.    

The eyes of the audience were filled with confusion.    

"The Meng Family was obviously suppressed by Bai, Ye, and Zhang, but they didn't fall. The Meng Family's accumulated strength is really not to be trifled with."    

"These three families are only suppressing the Meng Family in terms of business and power. They haven't even started a war against the Meng Family yet. Of course, the strength of the Meng Family is still there."    

"Meng Yu's battle with Fetal Origin Stage warriors is truly amazing. With his strength, I'm afraid that young lady of the Bai Family will regret it. No one would have thought that Meng Yu would grow so quickly! "    

"Who does Meng Yu think he is!? I heard that Luo Jun from the Lingxiao Sect has already awakened his Martial Soul. Those waiting for Meng Yu can only be killed in an instant!"    

...    

They were walking.    

Suddenly, Meng Ting stopped in his tracks.    

In front of them, Ma Lai stopped in front of a group of people. There was a skinny old man in green standing there with his hands behind his back.    

There were more than twenty people beside him, quietly standing around the old man.    

The sexy Female Cultivator who was in charge of the martial arts field was standing not far behind the old man in green. There was a palm print on her face. It seemed like she had been scolded by someone. Therefore, she looked at Meng Yu with hatred in her eyes.    

"Master of the Zhang Family. Hehehehe, it has been a long time since I last saw you, old man."    

Meng Ting cupped his hands towards the old man and said in a flat tone.    

"This old turtle has always been cautious. Why did he come out today?" Meng Ren muttered.    

"This is the property of Zhang Family." An elder of Meng Family said in a low voice.    

The skinny old man in green was the patriarch of the Zhang Family in Naiyang County, Zhang Bufan. There was a large mole on the left side of his face that almost covered half of his face, making him look even older.    

In terms of etiquette, Meng Ting cupped his hands to greet Zhang Bufan. Zhang Bufan should also greet him with cupped fists.    

However, this man was older than Meng Ting. He had been in charge of Zhang Family for several decades. He was the same generation as Meng Ting's father, so Zhang Bufan always regarded himself as an elder. He only nodded slightly and said in a dignified manner, "Meng Ting, if I don't come out, do you want to clean up this old man's place?"    

Meng Ting said in surprise, "Why would the Zhang Family Master say that?"    

After saying that, he deliberately looked at the martial arena that had been destroyed so badly that it was unsightly to look at. He said, "Could it be that this martial arena belongs to the Zhang Family?"    

"Meng Ting, since you know that it belongs to the Zhang Family, why did you destroy it? Do you think that the Zhang Family has no one?"    

Zhang Bufan took a step forward, and a fierce aura crushed down on him.    

Meng Ting was shocked, "This old tortoise dares to stop me? It turns out that he has also broken through to the seventh level of the Fetal Origin Stage. He has something to rely on!"    

Meng Ting was able to withstand the pressure without any pressure. He chuckled and said. “ Master of the Zhang Family, your Zhang Family has always invested in bars, inns, brothels. It doesn't have much of a direct conflict of interest with my Meng Family. This competition is mysterious and unpredictable. There is no specific name, and I don't know where it is. Where did the destruction come from?"    

" I would like to ask the master of Zhang Family, my nephew is fighting a Fetal Origin Stage warrior in your martial arena. You don't care about it, and I suspect that this is a trap set up by you! If I didn't come, Young Lord of the Meng Family would have been beaten to death. Master of the Zhang Family, you have to give an explanation to the Meng Family!"    

Zhang Bufan laughed and squeezed out a few words from his hoarse throat, "Your nephew isn't dead yet. What I saw was that the property of the Zhang Family was destroyed by you, Meng Ting! "    

Meng Ting looked at Zhang Bufan and said, "Master of Zhang Family, let's not talk about this openly. Your Zhang Family has taken over the territory of Meng Family. You stole my business. A few days ago, you set up a trap for my son, Meng Yang, to gather spiritual energy in your 'spiritual gathering'. The Auction. In order to obtain that so-called Spiritual Lower Grade cultivation technique, he had to pay four shops for nothing. I didn't even settle the score with your Zhang Family. Now, you want to find trouble with me? “    

After saying that, Meng Ting's Qi increased by a lot, pushing Zhang Bufan's pressure back!    

"Meng Ting, you want to fight me now?" Zhang Bufan was furious.    

"So what if I am?" Meng Ting was not afraid at all!    

Both of them stared at each other. Amidst their powerful auras, the members of Meng Family and Zhang Family hurriedly retreated.    

In a battle between late Fetal Origin Stage warriors, just the Qi waves alone could injure the people nearby!    

"It has been a long time since I last fought with anyone. It seems like this old bone of mine will have to do some exercise today."    

Zhang Bufan narrowed his eyes, and his face became distorted. The mole on his left cheek became even more ferocious.    

Bang!    

Zhang Bufan's green robe fluttered even though there was no wind, and a powerful aura spread out. A green shadow flashed past, and arrived in front of Meng Ting in an instant.    

Meng Ting raised both of his hands and pressed them forward, then pressed them together with Zhang Bufan's hands.    

Boom! Boom!    

A huge crater was created in the ground where the two of them were standing, and sand and stones flew out in all directions.    

At the same time, Meng Ting and Zhang Bufan both took a dozen steps back.    

When they stood still.    

The two of them did not attack immediately. Instead, they looked at each other with serious expressions on their faces.    

Meng Ting's heart trembled. He thought to himself, This old man is very strong. I can't underestimate him.    

As he thought of this, his large hand reached for the Storage Bag, wanting to take out his own magic weapon to fight the enemy.    

"Uncle, take this. Use my sword."    

Meng Yu threw his own Blue Snake Sword over.    

Meng Ting caught it steadily. When he saw it, he could not help but look at Meng Yu in surprise. Spiritual Lower Grade magic weapon?    

When Meng Yu and Knife-scarred Man were fighting, he didn't take a closer look. When his hand touched the Blue Snake Sword, he discovered that the sword was as cold as ice and abnormally sharp. It was not something that his Common Level Superior Grade Magic Artifact could compare with.    

When he thought about how the magic weapon used by the dignified patriarch of Meng Family was actually inferior to his nephew's, Meng Ting felt somewhat ashamed.    

The Blue Snake Sword in Meng Ting's hand glowed with a blue light, and he pointed it at the old man in front of him.    

Zhang Bufan saw Meng Ting take out his magic weapon, and he also took out his own magic weapon very cautiously.    

It was actually a heavy black hammer, and it was twenty feet long! What was surprising was that this skinny old man actually used such a heavy magic weapon.    

"Oh, Meng Ting, the magic weapon in your hand is actually a Spiritual Lower Grade?"    

Zhang Bufan looked at it for a while and recognized the grade of the Blue Snake Sword.    

"Master of Zhang Family, your magic weapon is also not bad. Cut the crap. It was only one strike just now. Let's do it again!"    

As Meng Ting spoke, the Blue Snake Sword in his hand began to meander.    

He was using the Meng Family's inherited sword technique, the Black Tortoise Sword Manual. Whenever he swung his sword, the shadow of a turtle and a snake would appear from time to time.    

As for the shadow of the turtle and snake, it could be devoured at any time.    

"Hold on."    

Zhang Bufan stopped Meng Ting.    

"What's the matter? Do you have any advice from the Zhang Family Master?"    

Meng Ting focused his sword and locked his killing intent onto Zhang Bufan.