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Chapter 92 Self-disgrace(2/2)

Wang Meng's eyes showed a firm look. He firmly believed that after he advanced to the realm of Condensation, his strength would be absolutely stronger than Ye Jian.

Bang ~!

A stream of powerful force roared out, and pure true energy lingered in front of Wang Meng.

"Eat me a palm!"

Taking the initiative, Wang Meng shouted loudly, and the true energy in the palm of his right hand roared and rotated. Then an exquisite true energy palm print appeared and was about to blast towards Ye Jian.

"snort!"

Ye Jian didn't even look at it, his body flashed, and then disappeared directly. When he appeared again, he was indeed in front of Wang Meng.

"What?!"

Wang Meng was shocked, and his right hand gathered palm prints rushed towards Ye Jian, whistling at speed, bringing up afterimages.

However, his speed was fast, Ye Jian's speed was faster. He leaned forward with his left hand and instantly grabbed Wang Meng's wrist with his right hand. When he shook lightly, the small palm print in the latter's palm collapsed and dissipated and annihilated.

Wang Meng looked frightened and slashed his left hand towards Ye Jian's shoulder. However, before his left hand arrived, Ye Jian's right hand was already on his shoulder.

puff!

A blood hole the size of a finger appeared, Wang Meng cried out in pain, and his body was about to retreat again, but his right hand was indeed pinched tightly by Ye Jian's left hand.

Seeing Ye Jian's right hand pointing to his chest again, Wang Meng finally showed a hint of fear in his eyes, and his body was constantly struggling, but he did not give in at all.

Seeing Ye Jian's fingers getting closer to his chest, Wang Meng's heart was ashamed, and then a hint of despair arose.

However, at this critical moment, a purple figure shot from outside the door.

Bang!

Grab Ye Jian's right hand directly.

The purple figure blurred, showing Zi Ye's enchanting figure.

"Ye Jian, forget it."

Zi Ye Yu gently held Ye Jian's wrist with his hand and persuaded softly.

"snort!"

Ye Jian snorted coldly, shook Zi Ye's hand directly, and at the same time, his left hand secretly exerted palm force.

Puff~!

A palm shook Wang Meng away, and he was shocked outside the store, and staggered on the street.

"It's really not good."

The sound of saliva was suddenly swallowed, and everyone opened their eyes wide and stared at the boy at the door of the store.

For a moment, no one dared to say anything, but everyone undoubtedly affirmed Ye Jian's identity.

"Ahem!"

After coughing a few times, Wang Meng stood up on the street, covering the blood hole on his shoulders, his face turned red and red, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Originally, he thought that his cultivation had reached the early stage of Condensation Realm. Even if his strength was not as good as Ye Jian, he was not much different.

But the facts proved that the gap between him and Ye Jian was too big, just like one in the sky and the other in the ground, with a difference of 108,000 miles between them.

A bitter smile on his lips, Wang Meng covered his shoulders and walked back slowly, his expression a little depressed.

As for the young men who had been around him before, they dared not stay for a while, and followed them in shame with their tails.

"snort!"

Seeing that Wang Meng and others had left, Ye Jian turned around and looked at Zi Ye with a charming purple hair, and asked lightly:

"What wind blows you?"

"Hmph! Of course I came here with my reputation."

Zi Ye snorted lightly, his face a little dissatisfied, but then his expression changed instantly and immediately turned into an anxious look.

"Quick, there is no location, I'll book one first."

"Schedule one? Is there anyone else coming?"

Ye Jian frowned immediately and asked.
Chapter completed!
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