907 Purple Gold Armor
907 purple gold armor
"Is this Saint Weapon so powerful?"
"Can you let me see it?"
Mengyao's eyes flickered, filled with deep desire.
"Don't worry, you will definitely be able to do it this time in the Meng Family Competition."
Yang Fei said confidently.
At the same time, somewhere in Nanzhou.
In a palace.
A young man wearing purple gold armor and a gold crown stood here.
His eyes were sharp, and his body exuded a terrifying murderous aura.
"Young Master, you are finally here."
An old man in black robe next to this young man looked at him and said.
"Where is this?"
The young man murmured to himself, with a confused look in his eyes.
"Young Master, you have been in coma for more than half a month."
"I have suppressed the cold poison in your body, and now there is basically no problem.
"After a period of time when it is completely stable, you can break through to the Venerable Realm."
The old man in black robe looked at his young master and said.
"What's wrong with me?"
The young man said with a frown.
"Young Master, you forgot that you went to save Miss Meng yesterday and you were seriously injured.
"Later, I was chased by several Martial Masters, and you tried your best to kill them all."
The old man in black robe said directly.
Mengyue... I was actually injured. "
The young man's expression changed slightly, and Mengyao's appearance appeared in his mind.
"Young Master, although Miss Mengyao has lost her memory, she cares about you very much.
"She also agreed to accompany you to the Meng Family Competition this time."
The old man in black robe looked at the young man and said.
"Oh, that's quite a coincidence."
A playful smile appeared on the young man's lips.
Then the young man left.
They went to the Meng clan mansion.
"I feel pain in my Dantian, as if being eroded by a cold air."
"You don't have to lie to me."
Watching Menghao appear.
"Soon your physique will be back to its original state.".
"you're awake!!!"
This Mengyao's strength has entered the Ninth Grade Emperor Monarch level.
Mengyao was lying on the bed, her eyes closed.
"Dad, I..."
An invisible wave spread out.
Mengyao lowered her head quickly and said, then she frowned slightly with a painful expression on her face.
Mengyao said with an ugly expression.
Uh-huh!!!
Mengyao's face changed and she looked very panicked.
His pupils condensed, and two groups of captivating rays of light shot out.
"I know, your physique is too poor."
In a room deep in Meng's mansion.
"This outbreak of cold poison has made your physique weaker and weaker, which is why you are experiencing pain in your Dantian."
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.
Her breathing was a little disordered, as if she was practicing martial arts.
Menghao said.
At this time, Mengyao felt a muffled sound coming from her body.
Then her expression changed and she suddenly exclaimed.
"Um?"
Mengyao opened her mouth to explain.
"Thank you dad for forgiving me."
A terrible breath was released.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"Don't worry, it will be fine soon, as long as you take good care of yourself.
At this time, Mengyao slowly opened her eyes.
"I know it's all fake, but I hope there won't be a next time."
Mengyao's whole body (ahad) was surging with terrifying energy, and thunder exploded in the void.
Mengyao's father, Meng Hao, the head of the Meng clan, walked in.
Rumble…
Meng Hao looked at Mengyao and said solemnly.
"I know I was wrong and I will correct it."
