When Hong Meng exited the mysterious space, the sky was already bright, and the vast sleepiness suddenly came, making Hong Meng dizzy. He randomly looked for a basin of cold water, and iced his head in the water, but it didn't work. Hong Meng thought

After thinking about it, I made a bold decision, and then sat cross-legged on the bed, calmed down and calmed down.

Under his strong control, the cold and dead energy in Hong Meng's body had long been separated from the throne and gathered in his strange dantian. At this moment, what he had to make was to look for the cold energy first, and then turn it on.

Go up to the mind to stimulate the activity of the brain and restore the state of awakeness.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the behavior of using cold to impact the brain is undoubtedly a premature trouble and seeking death. However, when Hong Meng draws out a trace of cold air and then rushes it to the brain, a cool feeling emanates from his head.

Then the whole body seemed to be liberated, with unexplainable comfort.

"Good way!" Hong Meng said proudly. Although no one shared the joy of success, Hong Meng was already excited and couldn't close his mouth. He kept muttering, and he was also a little confused. Logically, the cold body was corroded.

Even if he does not die, he will be seriously injured. But Hong Meng did not feel any discomfort, but instead became much more amazing.

It turned out that Hong Meng had already suffered from cold erosion in front of Hong Yun's tomb. Such an experience was originally a tragedy, but due to Hong Meng's special physique, the cold erosion inexplicably turned into cold erosion body. Therefore, this thread

The cold air cannot affect him, let alone other harms.

Thinking of this, Hong Meng looked up and went to the canteen. He glanced at the Hong family members who were eating, and then walked towards the stool in the corner, intending to sit down and have a meal. Since he came late, he was in a good position.

I was snatched away by someone who arrived early, and only two places were left.

Hong Meng didn't go to a slightly spacious place with meat to eat. He didn't want to cause trouble, so he sat in the corner.

Looking at the only steamed bun, Hong Meng reached out to grab it, but was slapped by a faster palm and missed the steamed bun. The palm then successfully got the only steamed bun.

Hong Meng raised his head and stared at the person who was fighting with him for steamed buns. A hint of anger appeared on his face, and then said, "Hong Gongming, I have no grudges with you, how could you be so stingy? Even this little bit

You must take advantage of all the advantages." Among the lower-level disciples, it is common to not have enough food and clothing and not warm. It is common to compete for it, but Hong Meng cannot tolerate it.

Hong Ming grinned and said, "When will the steamed bun become yours in my hands? Don't think that the patriarch treats you differently, we will be afraid of you. Don't forget that the waste will never be erased from your face.

Two words!"

"You - damn!" Hong Meng didn't want to provoke trouble, but the people in front of him were too bullying. If Hong Meng had not had any concerns, he might have caused trouble again, so he would have chased Hong Wuming and beaten him long ago.

"There is no place for you here, get out!"

Hong Ming is a domineering man in the canteen. He was originally a slave of the Hong family. Because of his talent, he broke through to the early stage of vitality when he was seventeen years old. This situation is not a slave in the family.

Commonly, due to the problem of cultivation resources, it is difficult for family slaves to achieve success. Hong Ming’s situation is an exception. Relying on himself, he surpassed many Hong’s slaves, which made the patriarch have to look at him differently, and he often sent Hong Ming’s practice.

Pills or something.

At present, Hong Meng is in a situation where he cannot advance or retreat. With Hong Gongming in front of him, he may not be able to pass Hong Gongming's level. With many children of the Hong family, his face has been destroyed again and again, which is really hateful.

Just when Hong Meng was in a dilemma, a snow-white arm like a lotus root appeared in front of him, holding a steamed bun in his hand, as if it was given to Hong Meng. The slender hand holding the steamed bun was as watery as green onions, making those male disciples so greedy.

I wish I could go up and hold it. But no one dared to anger that person.

"Thank you, Miss Yun'er."

After taking the steamed bun, Hong Meng accidentally touched Hong Yuner's fingers. The tentacles were smooth and cold, which was a wonderful feeling.

Hong Meng looked at the beauty in front of him and was a little stunned. He forgot to speak for a while. He was stunned for a while before he realized, and then said nervously. He was not familiar with the female disciples on the table, but some of them were outstanding.

People often listen to people on their desks.

Hong Yuner has a low status. Although she is a little better than a slave, she is not much better. A person with a polite status will no longer be watched in such a big family unless he is particularly outstanding.

Hong Yuner is such a person. She can't stand Hong Ming's arrogance, so she stood up for Hong Meng and said to Hong Ming: "Don't you feel embarrassed for a steamed bun?"

Hong Wuming threw down the steamed bun in his hand and said jokingly: "Who are you? You have become confused and are actually interested in a waste. I am sure that your efforts will not be rewarded."

"Don't worry about whether you want to give it back or not. Just keep your mouth in mind. Eating less steamed buns won't starve you to death, and saying less bad words won't suffocate you to death. So it's better to be low-key.

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"Hmph, Yun'er, don't think you are a concubine and are superior to us. Aren't you having dinner with us?" Hong Gongming stood up, walked around the long table, and then stood in front of Hong Yun'er and said.

.

"You-" Hong Yun'er seemed to be exposed, her face flushed with anger. She could only say the word "you" and could no longer speak.

"Hidden behind a woman, do you still let the man do it?" Hong Ming let go of the angry Hong Yun'er, then looked at Hong Meng and said.

Hong Meng flashed out and no longer hid behind Hong Yun'er. A faint fragrance pounced on his nostrils, making Hong Meng dizzy, and then broke free from Hong Yun'er's charm and said, "I can't beat you now, but if you are."

If you force yourself, I don’t mind fighting to the death. Anyway, everyone is just a slight pound, so you can think about it yourself.”

"Haha, a waste without cultivation dares to jump around in front of me. The uncle really doesn't want to dirty his hands." Hong Ming felt that Hong Meng was nothing scary, he had no cultivation at all.

Can he still fly to the sky? However, Hong Wuming was a little hesitant. He didn't know what the person in front of him was relying on, so that he could fight to the death with him.

Those Hong family disciples who were having dinner had already put down their bowls and chopsticks and stood aside to watch the show. Seeing that Hong Meng was overestimating his abilities, he actually got Hong Ming's head. It seemed that the new one was the new one, nothing was

I understand. Just Hong Meng's weight is so important that they all have confidence to win. I'm afraid they can defeat Hong Meng without a single move, let alone Hong Ming, who is the domineering king.

Hong Meng's face was slightly cold, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes. If he hadn't been concerned about the number of people here, he would have used his already very powerful spiritual power. However, as long as things turn around, he would not be impulsive and could not pass.

I had already shown my skills. I smiled slightly and said, "I am not a person without measurement. Even if I forget about what happened today, I won't care about you."

"You - Hum," Hong Ming was a little surprised. He didn't expect that it would be fine if he didn't care about him, but he got into trouble. It seems that if he didn't teach Hong Meng a lesson, Hong Meng wouldn't remember it for a long time.

If you say it yourself, it will probably be a perfect ending.

First, you can show your magnanimity and explain to everyone that you are not the king. Second, there are so many beauties on the other side watching. If you say such words, it might even arouse a certain beauties.

The favorable feeling of the situation. However, the actual situation was unexpected and Hong Meng took the lead.

"Do you dare to fight me?"

Seeing that Hong Ming thought for a long time before speaking, Hong Meng found that Hong Ming's eyes were not only looking at him, but also many goddesses on the other side. It seemed that this guy wanted to have fun with him, so he naturally couldn't let him succeed.

Zhonghanguang flashed and said, "Dare you dare, but I'm afraid you will lose face and everyone will not look good in the future. Why not just forget it?"

"A frog who can only talk and want to attract attention? Overestimate one's ability..." Hong Gongming twisted his neck, and Kaba Kaba's roaring fingers were holding each section. The warm-up before the war was nothing compared to this

It's even better.

Hong Meng's eyes moved away from Hong Wuming, looked directly at the open space in front of the canteen, and then stood there waiting.

"Boy, for fairness, I don't use any technique, I just use my iron fist to compete with you." Hong Ming's eyes were weimi, and his eyes revealed a contemptuous seca, and his mouth raised slightly. Then he kicked his right foot heavily.

After stumbled on the ground, his body was like a thrown stone, hitting Hong Meng hatefully.

The air around was disturbed by the stones that broke through the air. Feeling the power of Hong Wuming's punch, a solemn se appeared on Hong Meng's face, and then secretly poked out his spiritual consciousness. In Hong Wuming's own

When there was two steps away, the spiritual power that was ready to go burst out and hit Hong Ming's soul hard!

Spiritual power attack means using your own soul power to attack the opponent's soul. As long as your soul power is strong enough, you can defeat the opponent with spiritual power. And spiritual consciousness is the soul's recognition ability, and relying on spiritual consciousness, cultivators

You can detect the secrets of people with lower cultivation than you, the highest level of cultivation, and directly read the information in the enemy's soul.

"Ah—" "Bang!"

The miserable screams broke the stalemate. Everyone looked at Hong Wuming who was lying on the ground in shock, and then looked at Hong Meng who was as light as the wind and clouds with an incredible look.

"This - he might have lost his strength?" Hong Meng naturally wanted to hide his secret, so he found an excuse.

The screams were still coming from Hong Ming's mouth. No matter whether he rolled on the ground or hit his head with an iron fist, he could not eliminate the pain that came from no idea. The pain was in his mind, like a needle.

It's like a prick, and the pain is unbearable.

After a while, Hong Wuming got up from the ground. He saw that he was covered in dust and his hair was scattered. He said, "Don't think that you used the technique of using the left-minded skills, I don't know! If you have the ability to take out your fist and fight me fairly.
Chapter completed!