Just when Mishima's figure in black was about to go out to fight together, one of them, a short and fat man in black, suddenly stopped his two brothers.

He was the only one who threatened to kill the intruder.

However, among the three, the man in black who was the leader was obviously wary.

"

Third brother, we’d better be more cautious.”

"This person's origins are unknown, and his cultivation is strange. What his strength is, we still don't know yet."

"As the saying goes, when a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength. So it is best for the three of us to go out together and kill this guy with the power of thunder."

The leader of the men in black said coldly.

But the third strongest man in black shook his head and smiled: "Brother, you are just too cautious."

"You just said the same thing to those two remnants of the Zhang family."

"As a result, I only used three levels of strength just now."

"But even so, they couldn't even hold on even half a move under our hands."

"So, there's nothing to worry about."

"Don't even think about it, not to mention the Jiangbei area, it's the entire hot summer right now. Apart from those from the Yanshan Martial Temple, who else can defeat me in this hot summer?"

"Besides, the person in front of me is obviously trying to be mysterious."

"You don't have any real skills. Walking on water is just trying to scare the ants down there."

"I can do this, too!"

The short, fat man was full of himself, with disdain in his eyes.

Of course, you can't blame him for being arrogant.

The main reason is that in today's hot summer martial arts, talents are withering and there is no replacement.

The top three combatants on Yanshan Mountain are the only ones left.

Now it is estimated that the Sword Master and the others have been frightened by Truman's troop dispatches and have trouble sleeping and eating, so naturally they cannot care about this.

However, in the hot summer of that year, apart from the several palace masters of the Martial Arts Temple, there might be one person they could be afraid of.

But it's a pity. That man died in the East China Sea three years ago, and he fell in front of the powerful men of the Martial God Temple.

Therefore, in the eyes of the three of them, there are really few people in the entire Yanxia Land who can catch their eye.

"Brother, what the third brother said makes sense."

"I think this is a small matter, so I'll let him solve it by himself."

"If we, the three brothers, are involved in the matter of slaughtering chickens and dogs, then if the news comes back to the sect, we will not be laughed at by everyone."

"Besides, the two of us are just watching from here."

"If third brother is really in danger, it won't be too late for us to come to the rescue."

Another man in black also advised from the side.

Finally, the big brother who took the lead nodded in agreement.

"Hahaha..."

"Finally I can have some fun."

Seeing that the boss agreed, the short and fat man was immediately overjoyed.

He stretched his muscles first, and all the bones in his body suddenly crackled.

At the same time, there was an infinite fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Where is Master Meng?"

On the edge of the West Lake, the short, fat man in black suddenly shouted. He put his hands behind his back, and his proud voice echoed throughout the countryside.

Meng Wanjun hurried over and said respectfully: "Master, what are your orders?"

"Listen up, make wine for me with green plums."

"Wait until I kill this man, take his head, and come back to drink!"

In the domineering voice, the figure in black raised the knife and left.

In one step, he rushed to the top of the West Lake.

"This...this..."

After a brief tremor, Meng Wanjun immediately shouted excitedly.

"I'll go, domineering!"

"The ancient Guan Yun Chang, five passes and six generals shocked the heroes!"

"Now there is a master who will cook wine with green plums and kill the people who come!"

"Okay, okay."

"Come here, bring up the century-old treasure for me."

"Follow me to cook wine and watch the battle, and wait for the master to win!"

Meng Wanjun said several good words with a look on his face.

All the tremors and fears before were undoubtedly dissipated at this time.

The domineering attitude of Qingmei Zhuojiu, the strong man from Truman, made Meng Wanjun's confidence soar.
Chapter completed!