Chapter 221: A piece of cake

Su Ming was not afraid at all in the face of the threat, and it was clear that Mei Wenhua was joking.

"It's better for you to take revenge yourself!"

This made Mei Wenhua and Nangong Hanxiao confused.

"What do you mean by this? You still don't want to help with revenge, it's okay, I'm here, Nangong Min won't have a good time with me!"

Su Ming's smile became stronger, and he looked at Mei Wenhua with a joking look, and his eyes fell on Nangong Hanxiao again.

"It's just passing on skills. This matter is a piece of cake for me. Just wait obediently. You are my new disciple. With me here, no one dares to accept you!!

Su Ming's solemn words made Mei Wenhua confused, and he complained.

"What do you mean? It's a mess! "

Nangong Hanxiao had just woken up and was weak. He looked at Su Ming in confusion. Ling Zhiyu on the side couldn't stand it and stood up.

"Hanxiao, don't worry. It's easy for Master to pass on his skills. He practices different skills and has to pass on his skills several times a month. This may be harmful to others, but for our Master, it's just an ordinary operation!"

Zhou Ziruo saw the suspicious look on their faces and hurriedly stood up to prove what Ling Zhiyu said.

"As for what you said, for Senior Brother, passing on skills is just like practicing. There is no big problem. You can rest assured!"

The hope that had been extinguished in Nangong Hanxiao's eyes was rekindled in an instant, and he looked at Su Ming suspiciously.

"That's right, don't worry, I'm here. It's just some minor poisons. I can definitely solve it! "

Mei Wenhua was shocked, and his astonished eyes fell on Su Ming, and he felt that his own cultivation concept was impacted!

"Good boy, tell me the truth, have you practiced some secret method forbidden by the Tiandao League? Otherwise, how could you be so amazing and not be limited by the practice method of passing on the power!"

Mei Wenhua looked like he was staring at something rare.

He has been studying the practice method for so long, and he has never heard of any practice method that specializes in passing on the power.

The practice of passing on the power is too contrary to the way of heaven. If you are not careful, you may be bombarded by the way of heaven, and not even a slag will exist!

"How is it possible? I am also an ordinary practitioner, this is a different physique! "

Su Ming looked at Mei Wenhua, pretending to be careless.

He was so excited that he forgot.

Mei Wenhua was a well-known martial arts fanatic. He had seen all kinds of cultivation methods in Tianyunzhou and had a deeper study of them.

His words could be easily passed off in front of others, but it was not so easy to say to him!

Mei Wenhua looked at Su Ming and obviously did not believe him.

But considering that Nangong Hanxiao was present, some words were not said much, and he honestly swallowed his doubts.

Nangong Hanxiao looked at Su Ming carefully, his eyes full of worry.

"Master, is it really okay?"

"Don't worry, Master must be fine!"

But the latter still looked unconvinced.

"Master has finally cultivated to the Yellow Level. If he fails because of passing on the skills to me, I will be a sinner for all eternity..."

"What are you afraid of! You have a master now. Even if the sky falls, there is someone to support you! "

Zhou Ziruo really understood Nangong Hanxiao's fragile heart. She took a step forward and pulled him over, decisively dispelling all her doubts.

Nangong Hanxiao was skeptical, but when he met Su Ming's confident eyes, he nodded helplessly.

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"Come out, everyone inside, don't hide in there! Hurry up and hand over Nangong Hanxiao to me, or I will burn down your thatched cottage!"

It was not long after Tianmen Mountain was quiet, and fierce shouts came from the foot of the mountain.

Zhou Ziruo looked out through the crack in the door and suddenly found a group of disciples in dark green clothes. The man in the lead was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he looked like a rogue when he shouted.

Mei Wenhua walked out of the house at the first time. Looking at the people blocking the door, the old naughty boy's temperament was instantly revealed.

"This is not a disciple of Piaomiao Palace. Why are you here instead of staying in the palace?"

"Old guy, be sensible! Our people clearly saw Nangong Hanxiao running to you, hand him over quickly, or else I will burn down your thatched hut!"

The young man in the lead was arrogant, as if he would burn down the thatched hut in the next second.

Mei Wenhua seemed to have heard some joke, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"These days, the people in Piaomiao Palace are really unscrupulous. Anyone dares to make trouble here! Have I not spoken for too long, so you forget that Tianmen Mountain is not a place that anyone can enter!"

"Pa..."

After the words fell, Mei Wenhua showed no mercy and slapped in a certain direction.

The crisp sound echoed in the empty hillside, and the person who was shouting just now covered his painful face and jumped up immediately, staring at Mei Wenhua with red eyes.

"Old man, do you know who I am? How dare you hit me!"

"I'm hitting you, kid. While I'm in a good mood now, take these drunkards away, or I'll cut off your arms and legs! "

Mei Wenhua glanced at him with disdain, totally disdainful and full of disgust.

After he beat the man, he did not forget to shake his hands deliberately.

The guy in the lead was full of anger, commanding the people behind him to rush forward.

"Come on, since he is unwilling to hand the man over to me, burn this guy's thatched house for me. I want to see how he can still jump like this!"

The disciples behind him heard this order, and they waved their long swords and rushed forward.

Mei Wenhua was not frightened by the sea of ​​people. He stood still and released his pressure in the Nascent Soul stage.

The fluctuations centered on him filled the entire space in an instant, like waves, pushing out layer by layer!

All the disciples affected by this attack were thrown to the ground before they could get close to Mei Wenhua.

"This is the morning bell and evening drum! I created the skills myself. You guys are really lucky. You are the first to taste this trick in so many years!"

Mei Wenhua looked at the disciples lying on the ground happily, and couldn't help laughing, with a proud tone in his tone.

The disciple who led the speech was impatient. Seeing that the people he brought fell to the ground, he was so angry that he rushed over in anger.

"Old man, you are really tough! Watch out!"

A long sword flashed in his hand, and a variety of attacks were thrown at Mei Wenhua.

Mei Wenhua stared at the attack, shook his head, raised his hand and swung it.

"Fake tricks, empty airs! Unable to withstand a single blow, Piaomiao Palace is really getting worse and worse!"

The powerful attack broke through from the front, and directly broke through the trick, severely injuring the man.