Chapter 398: A New Killing Opportunity
"What kind of thing, Fellow Daoist Meng just say it, as long as our Pine Mountain Sect has it, we'll give it to you!"
Looking at the disciples beside him constantly getting injured, the old man's heart raced and he didn't dare to refuse in the slightest.
"Very well." Meng Fan nodded with satisfaction and stroked his chin, "That technique of yours called what's called the Raging Wave Palm is a bit interesting, can you give it to me as a souvenir?"
Previously, Meng Fan had faced off with the old man and was very concerned about the old man's Raging Wave Palm, if he learned the Raging Wave Palm, his battle power would break through by a large amount on top of what he had now, and the benefits would be numerous!
"Uh ……" the old man stared at his words and revealed an embarrassed expression, "…… It's not very convenient!"
"Which forget it." It has come to this time, Meng Fan did not expect the old man to still care about a heart law, waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the tent, anyway, these people of the Pine Mountain Sect provoked him in the first place, and deserved to die.
However, Meng Fan still explained to the monster, "Save the child in the old man's hands!"
The monsters sniffed and let out a low roar, and the monsters' attack went wild, but they no longer killed the people of the Pine Mountain Sect, but instead, they directly snatched the teenager called Little Stone from the old man's hands and sent him to the door of Meng Fan's tent.
"Thank you brother Meng!"
Standing at the door of the tent, his life saved, the teenager's mind was in a trance, and he suddenly felt as if he were out of this world, and he flung himself down on his knees to Meng Fan, hitting his head thumping against the ground, and in an instant, his forehead flushed red, and in the end, it was still Liu Erxian that forced him to help himself up.
"Fellow Daoist Meng, it's not that I don't want to let you see it, it's really inconvenient!" Without the little stone to hold Meng Fan hostage, the old man was instantly anxious, while fending off the monster with the disciple beside him, he shouted, "That's just it, that's just it, I'll promise you, if you don't mind, the Nueto Palm's Heart Technique will be given to you!"
With that, the old man sought an opportunity to take off his pants and pointed at his body, "I tattooed the technique on my body, if you want it, I'll skin it and give it to you!"
With those words, the old man raised the sharp blade in his hand and made a gesture to peel his skin.
"No need!" Seeing this ludicrous scene, Meng Fan waved his hand, "I'll just take a look."
After saying that, Meng Fan glanced at the monster beside him and let it drink away all the other monsters. Seeing the monsters retreating, the old man sat paralyzed on the ground, feeling the coldness of the snow, hot tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, and sighed with a sigh of how good it was to be alive.
After the robbery, the others also forcefully sat down in the snow on the ground, looking at the countless wounds on his body, feeling a great deal of emotion, his body couldn't stop shivering, then they looked at each other, gritted their teeth and stood up, and without saying anything, stripped the old man of his clothes, not even the pants were left, and carried the old man to the doorway of Meng Fan's tent, and threw him to the ground.
"Surname Zhang, from now on, the sky is the limit, we're done with you and the Pine Mountain Sect, once and for all!"
Finishing their words angrily to the old man, those few people arched their hands and bent over toward Meng Fan, performed a salute, turned around and slowly walked away into the distance, not into the snow and wind, walking decisively, it looked like they were also very, very displeased with what the old man had done!
"Go well, go well!" The old man shook his head helplessly, sitting on the ground without a single piece of clothing, blushing as he looked at Meng Fan, pointing at his own body, he said, "Fellow Daoist Meng, I found this technique in an ancient tomb, it's very mysterious, and for fear of harboring a sin, I destroyed the original, and copied a copy of it on my own body, if you want to see it, I'll copy another copy of it for you."
"No need." Meng Fan waved his hand and cast the Dream Dao Technique, looking at the old man's hairy zazza body, and forcefully memorized the Raging Wave Palm's technique, leaving it to be slowly cultivated in the future.
"This will do?" After a while, the old man saw Meng Fan withdrawing his sight and was a bit shocked, there were quite a few words in that set of gongfu, a full 2,000 words, and he had spent a lot of effort when he burned it, and Meng Fan could memorize it just by looking at it once?
"Alright." Meng Fan turned around and said to the old man with his back turned, "Put on your clothes and go back to your Pine Mountain Sect, this time you should not interfere in the descending of the tomb."
"Yes yes." The old man stood up and bowed at Meng Fan, grayly picking up his own clothes and putting them on as he walked off into the distance.
"Ow!" At this time, the monster let out a low roar, its eyes glowing with hatred as it steeply leapt up and pounced on the old man ……
"Ai, this is also your life." Hearing the screams of the old man, Meng Fan shook his head and sighed, unable to imagine that this monster was so vindictive, turned around and walked out of the tent, stood next to the old man's corpse, looked at the old man whose internal organs were cracked, too dead to die, and sacrificed a ball of earth fire, burning the old man cleanly, and his flying ashes melted into the wind and snow.
Since then, the technique of the Raging Wave Palm was known only to Meng Fan.
"How is Zhuge Ziyun doing?" Returning to the tent again, looking at the pale Huang Shan'er, Meng Fan asked.
"Nothing serious, just weak Essence, recuperating for a period of time should bring him back." Huang Shan'er stood guard beside Zhuge Ziyun and gazed at Meng Fan, her beautiful eyes flowing with an indescribable color.
"Meng Fan, what about that monster?" Having witnessed the scene just now, Shangguan Ning also knew that the monster was extraordinary.
"He'll help us find Lao Guo." Meng Fan pursed his lips, seeing Shangguan Ning's hair around her ears a bit messy, like she was treating her own relatives, reached out and helped her gather it, "Go, let's go down to the tomb!"
"Uh-huh." Shangguan Ning nodded, Meng Fan's unintentional gentleness, and let her breath catch in her throat, her proud breasts rose and fell slightly, her curves regaling her, and her cheeks flushed.
Since Zhuge Ziyun needed someone to take care of him, Huang Shan'er stayed in the tent, while Little Stone had little cultivation, and even though he was eager to save his brother, Meng Fan kept him as well, promising him to try to help him find his brother.
Subsequently, Meng Fan took Shangguan Ning and Liu Erxie, led by the monster, in the wind and snow howling, drilled into that deep dark hole, into the tomb ……
In Tiger City, in a suite of an upscale hotel.
Two men in black suits and black sunglasses had black skin on their faces, as if they had been burned.
If Meng Fan was here, he would recognize at a glance that these two men were the two from the Black Spirit Group that had hijacked them halfway across the city.
The two stood in front of a man with a gloomy face, who was sitting on a sofa with a large falcon standing on his shoulder, his eyes moving back and forth with a fierce gaze.
"Ghost Sparrow, that's how it is, there's not much information on the surname Meng, we only know that he's a temporary worker for the Seventh Spirit Group."
"Can control our spirit dogs, can manipulate paper people, you guys injected with spirit liquid are no match, not only were you burned to a crisp, and let the car be snatched away …… This temporary worker is really something!"
The man codenamed Ghost Sparrow stood up and walked towards the large floor-to-ceiling window, reaching out his fingers to touch the falcon standing on his shoulder, a touch of murderous intent flowing from his gaze, "My falcon …… hasn't drank blood in a long time."