He couldn't figure out whether Meng Tianjiao's "outrageous" behavior was meant from the bottom of his heart or a deliberate attempt to test.
If it is a temptation, what is the root cause?
"Is it my fault that I took away his number one position in Luo Chen's heart?"
An idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and Suning was thoughtful.
There is no time to distinguish between true and false.
But he really wasn't interested in the Regeneration Pill, and he didn't want to be a guinea pig and play with his life.
From the first level of true immortal to the fourth level of true immortal, it is really a simple matter for Suning, who has condensed the body of a tenth-level immortal and possesses the dragon and phoenix dharma.
Thinking of this, he clasped his fists again and saluted seriously: "Elder brother, there is no need to bother with me. Taking the Regeneration Pill is a waste with my current level of cultivation."
"Such a rare treasure is not as good as..."
He changed the topic and used Mo Chen as a shield: "Senior Brother Ninth obviously needs the Regeneration Pill more than I do."
Mo Chen didn't know Suning's little plan. He was so moved that he almost cried.
His eye sockets are rosy, he speaks like a little junior brother, and he sounds like he is closer than a real brother.
Meng Tianjiao smiled but said nothing, his eyes full of meaning.
He glanced at Suning calmly and said resolutely: "I must give you a gift. Whether you want it or not is up to you."
"I always tell the truth. Is there any reason to regret what I say?"
After saying that, he stepped on the air and his figure fell straight down.
"collapse."
He pulled out the Black Python Liquan Gun from the gap, sending smoke and dust flying, obscuring people's sight.
"You, you have a breakthrough?"
The handsome young man in the Hanwang Immortal Realm said with solemn eyes: "This is the fluctuation of the cultivation level of the tenth-level True Immortal."
Meng Tianjiao held a spear in his hand, dragging the tip of the spear against the rock and moving slowly.
Without saying a word, his breath gradually increased.
"Ms. Lu is right. The Sifang Immortal Realm who bullied my junior brother outside the Demon Burial Mountains that day has no right to come to my Wuchen Immortal Realm territory."
"From now on, if one comes, I will kill one, if two come, I will kill a pair."
"Seize the treasure, and only those who survive are qualified to seize the treasure."
"Can you survive?"
Meng Tianjiao smiled evilly and said with murderous intent: "Lu Tangtang, I am facing two worlds, and you are facing two worlds. Is it difficult?"
The woman from the Phoenix Realm, who was watching the show with her arms around the big white crane, wrote lightly: "When will you be able to defeat me before you ask such a stupid question again.
Meng Tianjiao said "Okay" and swept through sixteen of them with his spear.
Lu Tangtang didn't see him move, and his sword suddenly left his hand, stopping the remaining sixteen people.
One is wearing white clothes and the other is wearing black robe.
One person holds a silver cold sword, and the other person holds a bloody spear.
The sword chanted loudly and shone thousands of sword lights.
The gun roared dullly and unleashed waves of fire that burned the sky.
As more and more people gathered to watch the battle, the top of the first mountain in Badinghan Mountain indirectly became a "battle between two factions."
Suning couldn't help and could only hide and watch the battle.
Compared with when Lu Tangtang fought alone, he was full of worries.
With Meng Tianjiao to share his burden, he finally felt relieved.
The two tenth-level true immortals are both direct disciples of their respective immortal worlds, and are the best among the younger generation.
It must not be a problem to deal with the handsome young man who is the highest rank nine true immortal, headed by Han Wangxianjie.
"Someone from Wen Palace is here."
Just as Suning was watching in rapt attention, Dao Huo'er, who was sitting on his shoulder watching the battle, pinched his neck and motioned for him to look to the left.
There was a huge group of people, more than twenty people in total.
The leader was a strange old man, not the nine masters of the Wen Palace.
Beside him stood a woman with a strange mask on her face.
It is difficult for the mind to discern her true appearance, but her cultivation level is not high, and she is only at the level of a True Immortal.
"Yigou, how strange."
"That woman..."
Dao Huo'er scratched his head in confusion, shook his ponytail and said, "She feels so familiar to me, as if..."
The little girl puffed out her cheeks, supported her chin with her little hands and said, "As if I know her."
