Chapter 288: Killing Intent
The entire Tiger Yang Mountain was shrouded in darkness, a silhouette rose and fell, and from time to time, it swept to the bottom of the mountain.
"This is the right direction!"
Meng Fan's true qi flowed, the Dream Dao Technique added to his body, his speed was swift, and he chased towards one, at the same time, he took out his cell phone and looked at it, there was already a signal, and he was about to call Shangguan Ning to inform her of what had happened here, but then he saw a figure speeding up, and he hastily put the cell phone away.
Meng Fan stopped the figure, his eyes swept casually, his eyes condensed, only to see that the disciple's hands grasping two dead souls that were struggling, almost confirming that one of the dead souls was Xiaoyu's daydreaming mother.
"Senior brother please stay!" Meng Fan blocked in front of that person.
"Meng Niu Ba?" The disciple, dressed in black robes and with a cold gaze, scanned Meng Fan, stood still, and asked in a cold voice, "What is it?"
Seeing that the other party recognized him, Meng Fan deliberately assumed a cynical stance and said with a smile, "I was shocked to hear that something happened to the Taoist Temple, so I rushed over to help out, and it looks like it's over, but …… Meng Mou is empty-handed, and I'm thinking… . how about senior brother selling me a dead soul?"
"Sell?" The disciple froze, then realized what Meng Fan was thinking, "You want to buy an undead soul to take credit?"
"Ahahaha, not bad, not bad, senior brother is really a smart man, and it saves me a lot of talking, name a price." Meng Fan looked excited, and fished out a stack of Tiger Yang Talismans from his Taoist robe, slapping them in his palm and making a snapping sound, looking just like a dirt-cheap tycoon. After returning to the Tiger Yang Temple, he had obtained a total of twelve hundred Tiger Yang Talismans, and after giving five hundred to Old Man Wu, he still had seven hundred left.
If this disciple was willing to sell it to him, it would save him a lot of trouble.
"Idiot!" The disciple revealed a mocking smile and raised his steps towards Meng Fan, who sidestepped and let go, and with a slight movement of his mind, he was about to take out his Tang Blade.
Unexpectedly, that disciple took a few steps and suddenly turned around to look at Meng Fan: "Would the endlessly popular Meng Niu Ba also use such unorthodox means to pave a golden path for himself?"
"Hehehe." Meng Fan put one hand behind his back and rubbed his head with one hand, "Extraordinary people do extraordinary things, as long as it's favorable, whatever his means."
"Whoa? Do you still dare to rob me if I don't sell it to you?" That disciple carried the two dead souls in his hand and waved them in front of Meng Fan's eyes, showing off as if.
"Robbing …… isn't a no-no," the hand behind Meng Fan's back already had the Tang sword in its grip.
"Hahaha, Meng Niu Ba, I like you like that!" That disciple suddenly laughed, "Xu you still don't know who I am, right, in the next Xiao Lang, rob I'm afraid you can't rob me, you can beat Zhu Hong, not necessarily beat me."
"Haha, so it's Senior Brother Xiao, ranked third on the Martial Arts Arena Challenge List, naturally I can't beat you." Meng Fan tried his best to collect his body's aura, not seeing the slightest fluctuation in his cultivation, but the true qi in his meridians was already like a flood, with huge waves, ready to send out a life-threatening strike at any time.
"It's fine if you want to buy, I wonder how many Tiger Yang Talismans you want to offer?" The disciple called Xiao Lang scanned the surroundings and gazed at the Tiger Yang Talisman in Meng Fan's hand, his face showing greed.
"Brother Xiao is a pain in the ass, how about two hundred Tiger Yang Talismans for one dead soul?" In fact, even if he were to pay all the Tiger Yang Talismans, Meng Fan wouldn't bat an eye, it's just that doing that would easily let people think that there's a problem here.
"Two hundred?" Xiao Lang shook his head, "Not enough."
"Fine, give it all to you!" Meng Fan revealed a look of heartache to come and threw all the Tiger Yang Talismans in his hand to Xiao Lang, "Just consider making Senior Brother Xiao a friend, don't forget about Senior Brother me if you have benefits in the future!"
"Very well." Xiao Lang casually threw a dead soul in his hand to Meng Fan, while grabbing the pile of Tiger Yang Talismans and turning to leave.
"Wait." That undead soul was a man, not Xiaoyu's mom, Meng Fan smiled, "Senior Brother Xiao, I want that female undead soul, this one …… is dying, if it dies halfway through, won't I spend my money for nothing."
"Heh!" Xiao Lang urged with a smile, exchanged dead souls with Meng Fan, carried the male dead soul and turned to leave.
Only then did Meng Fan put away his Tang Blade, glanced at the undead soul in his hand, and asked in a low voice, "Is Xiao Yu your daughter?"
The female undead soul had been struggling endlessly, and when she heard these words, her soul body suddenly shook, and she looked at Meng Fan in a daze, "Xiao Yu …… You know Xiao Yu …… Where is she? Is it still going well?"
Hearing the undead soul ask this, Meng Fan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this adventure had not been in vain: "Xiao Yu is still okay, I am her friend, I am here to save you, the details will be detailed later, I will now put you away, you should not resist."
The undead soul nodded, only to feel a suction force coming from it, the soul was instantly transported into a space.
"Now what gives one a headache is how to face what comes next ……"
Meng Fan rubbed his forehead, rushing down the mountain without authorization was a small matter, not being able to hand over the dead soul later was a big matter, the disciple called Xiao Lang would definitely be suspicious, he couldn't say that the half-dead dead soul ran away, the ghosts would believe it!
"Meng Niu Ba, it turns out that you buy dead souls with ulterior motives!"
At this time, Xiao Lang, who had originally left, returned with a sneer on his face. Again in front of Meng Fan, he reached out his hand, and the ground under Meng Fan's feet suddenly squirmed open, and a small snake broke out of the ground and burrowed into Xiao Lang's sleeve.
"This spirit snake can be my eyes and ears, and what you just said …… was unfortunately heard by me." Xiao Lang reached behind his back and grabbed it, drawing out a long sword to point at Meng Fan, "Go with me to see the elders, this matter you can say clearly, Tiger Yang Guan has not found a spy for some time, I am very happy to see the scenery of the infinite Meng Niu Ba, was made into a corpse of shame, moreover, catching a spy, the Tiger Yang talisman's rewards will naturally be less. "
"Ah ah ah ah ah, Senior Brother Xiao, did you hear wrong, the words conveyed by this little brute, can they be trusted?" Meng Fan's face was innocent, he walked a few steps towards Xiao Lang, arched his hand, and when his hand was lowered, his mind moved, and the Tang Knife appeared at once, and a cold aura flashed, slashing towards Xiao Lang!
"Indeed a spy!"
Xiao Lang swung his longsword around, blocking away the Tang Blade with a crisp sound, and then, the sword blossomed steeply, stabbing towards Meng Fan's chest!
"Snort!"
Meng Fan frowned, there were other disciples around, the sound of fighting would not be good if it attracted their attention, it had to be a quick battle, his eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent, the Dream Dao Technique operated drastically, revealing all of his cultivation without any reservations, sidestepping the vitals while putting away the Tang Blade, clamping the longsword between his two fingers and taking an upward step forward, while the other hand stretched out a single finger, pointing it at Xiao Lang's forehead with a staggering speed.
"You …… "Xiao Lang drew his sword back, but was shocked to realize that he couldn't draw it back, only to hear Meng Fan softly say, "Xuanmen Finger, one finger clasping the Xuanmen Gate!"