Dreaming: "…"

Rejected?!!

I am so proud that Douluo, the 96th-level title, was so proud that he dared to refuse?!

I'm shameless?!

"I've been rejected..."

"I have changed my mind and will break your legs later."

Meng Xingchen's angry face flew away and returned to peace.

Zhu Zhuqing glared at Meng Xingchen, he was too much!

Blade Feng smiled indeed: "My old man is really cruel, but I really know your ban."

Meng Xingchen was very calm: "Let me tell me, if you treat me perfunctorily, you will break your third leg."

Zhu Zhuqing: The third leg? Don’t a person only have two legs?

Unsolved.

Blade smiled faintly: "You have not been banned."

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned, what? There is no title? Then is it the title Douluo?

Meng Xingchen's face changed slightly, and then he said calmly: "I am a titled Douluo, how could I not have a title?"

The blade brushed away the snow on his shoulders and looked at Meng Xingchen and said calmly: "More than two hundred years ago, a man achieved the title of Douluo and was awarded the title of the Spirit Hall."

"At that time, the world was in chaos, and the sects, families, nobles, empires, and kingdoms were in a battle of unification. The war continued throughout the continent, and the creatures were tragic. The corpses were everywhere, and the origin of this person was impossible to trace."

"When Meng Xingchen found only one famous saying for the neutral Wuhun Hall at that time, it disappeared without a trace. The only thing that can be seen is his name Meng Xingchen."

"That's awesome-"

"What qualifications do you hypocrites have to decide my ban?"

“It’s also very exciting.”

Zhu Zhuqing covered her mouth. This old man was so arrogant back then?!

Meng Xingchen remained silent, but he didn't expect that this kid would know about the things buried in the long river of time.

"How did you boy know these old past events?"

There was an old, yellow and mottled book in the hand of Blade.

“It told me.”

"Because it recorded in detail your feats and words and deeds of the War Spirit Hall, it disappeared after only the first edition."

"Um……"

"The author is an old pedantic and famous one, but the ending is not good, because the Spirit Hall asked him to delete those 'unreal, wrong, and deliberately blackened the Spirit Hall', but he did not change a word."

Blade added some off-topic talk.

Meng Xingchen remained silent, he learned about this later.

"Old man, I have said everything I should say. Don't break my three legs, especially the third one." Daofeng teased and spread his hands at Meng Xingchen, without any ability to observe his expression.

quiet.

"Old man, don't think about it anymore after it's all over."

"I'm not as good as him. I'm defeated and he's dead."

"All of them are good. That old man defends the justice in his heart with his death. Do you have a life left? Let the only titled Douluo who dares to tear his face with the Spirit Hall live."

Blade smiled?    Don't agree with Meng Xingchen's words.

He obtained more detailed information about the matter from the intelligence agents.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't know where they were talking, but it should be a heavy thing.

Meng Xingchen suddenly laughed: "Although you are suspected of flattering your words? But I love to listen."

Blade spread his hands: "Now no one believes the truth now? Sad."

"Hahahaha! It's interesting. I've forgotten how many years I haven't talked to anyone so happily!"

"You kid really don't consider being my disciple? There is a Douluo, a 96-level title, as long as you kid doesn't commit suicide? You can walk sideways in the mainland!"

Meng Xingchen was still laughing at the last moment? The next moment, the style changed.

Old man, you're thinking about nothing...

Dao Feng dared not say this, otherwise this old man might have fought with him.

"Let's forget it, so as not to ask the Wuhun Palace to settle the old accounts with you that day? I'm implicated." Blade curled his lips.

"Hmph? I died alone, and the entire clan was destroyed. I even had a level 96 cultivation level. It is hard to say who is afraid of whom!"

"It's still the old account? If I start to act ruthlessly, use some dirty means? One person can make everyone under the Douluo level of the Wuhun Palace titled!" Meng Xingchen sneered.

"The old man has a very high level of thought." The blade gave a thumbs up.

This is the reason.

"Being a disciple of the titled Douluo, and being the only disciple? There are not many opportunities like this, you must think it clearly."

Blade shook his head: "I can't stand it when I think of you nodding and bowing to the old man all day long."

"I allow you not to nod and bow." Meng Xingchen said lightly? This is already the biggest concession he can make.

"I'm afraid you will break my legs."

"Who dares to touch you, I'm hitting him in the leg."

This is already the biggest concession he can make!

"I'm still very wrong with this person."

"I have a wide breast size."

Can't retreat anymore!

"I have many enemies, very strong."

"Let them come to find me? I just need to clean up one by one."

Ah! Why are there so many problems with this bastard?!

Is it your great fortune to accept you as my disciple? Don’t be like me licking my face and beg you if you are good?!

"I……"

Zhu Zhuqing is confused? What is this going to make a fuss?

It was still like that in the last second, but this second, would you want to talk about marriage in the next second?

That won't work!

"Bastard, get out of here! This apprentice is not accepted, okay? How about so many things?!"

Meng Xingchen couldn't stand it while nagging the blade.

He realized that this kid had no idea of ​​becoming a disciple, but he was not able to refuse directly to preserve his face.

"Guru~"

A long voice sounded, and the air ushered in a strange tranquility.

Meng Xingchen's face turned pale, and where did he put his old face?

Zhu Zhuqing looked away slightly, and the elder's face still needs to be taken care of.

Blade stood up and set up a tent, then said to Meng Xingchen: "Old man, let's have a meal first, eat and drink enough, so you can take good care of it."

"Yes." Meng Xingchen straightened his back and said as calmly as possible.

The blade is helpless, when is it now? It's okay, but you are so tall!

Meng Xingchen was stunned when he saw the food placed by the blade without making it. What was going on?

"Mr., please! If you are dissatisfied, you will hold it in. This is the highest standard I can think of entertaining you now."

What else can Meng Xingchen say?

The whole roasted suckling pig, the golden view makes people drool, the watery fruits, the green color, the breath of life, the transparent and clear pastry makes people's index fingers move, and the frozen soup...

"Young people, are you bringing these to this far north?"

"How could I do it? I brought a lot of delicious food at that time, but I consumed a lot along the way. Otherwise, I could treat you with these?"

Meng Xingchen: That's not what I mean!

I mean you came to travel?!

"Old man, don't be polite. Get off the chopsticks quickly, otherwise it will freeze later."

"Um."
To be continued...