Above the silent arena, everyone was shocked to look at Meng Weifan, who held up the wind and thunder sword.

Whether it is a disciple of the wind or thunder, this time is incomparably shocked.

Because everyone knows what the last words of Meng Weifan represent.

Mo frowned from his eyebrows, looked at the shocked Chen Yun and others, and asked softly: "Who is Meng Changsheng?"

Li Motian swallowed his mouth and spit, at this time he was unable to think about why Meng Changsheng, who was even famous on the mainland, did not know who, and he tried to suppress the shock of his heart: "Meng Changsheng, the Lord of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, the great wind and thunder of this generation, the world's strong in the world!"

Lord of the wind and thunder, the great wind and thunder, the strong in the world!

These three names, any one of them are enough to ring from the mainland, and in fact, almost no one on the whole continent knows the big name of Meng Changsheng, because of his strength and lofty status.

Li Motian whispered, "And his father Meng Fanchen, is the last generation of thunder emperor, the lord of the wind and thunder, the real world's proud!"

Mo centrifugal movement, the last generation of the wind and thunder emperor, did not die more than 20 years ago, similar to Meng's age.

Or is it...

“Lord, you have some friends...”

Chen Yun murmured, then shook his head.

Originally, this friend of Mo left only stayed on the impression that the speed was very good, but now Chen Yun is extremely impressed with Meng Weifan.

No matter what happens to him in the future, the courage to dare to say such a thing to Meng Changsheng before countless people has already made him admire it.

The people at the ancestral level will let you declare war so, let alone the lord of the behemoth such as the wind and lightning.

After today, Meng Weifan will be hunted down endlessly.

A little smile, this is really an extraordinary character, he will never hide anything.

And the word will be done.

Meng Weifan looked at his head, and the wind and thunder sword in his hand pointed out, as if Meng had grown up thousands of miles away.

He muttered, “I know you’re watching, kill me, and end your heart trembling for more than twenty years!”

The wind and thunder sword were put away, and the huge wind and thunder wings were also closed, and he slowly fell to the ground and walked toward Mo.

“What is your name?”

Suddenly, a thousand cold voices came from behind.

Meng Weifan's footsteps: "Before I was called Meng Wenwen, now I call Meng Fanfan!"

A thousand cold looks complicated, and a soft look flashed in his eyes: "Saying gentleman, warm as jade..."

He recalled the mountain, he was curious to ask the most adored Meng Fanchen what name he would give for the young master and brother who was about to be born, Meng Fanchen smiled: "If it is a boy, it is warm, if it is a girl, it is refreshing."

Saying to the gentleman, warm as jade, the boy should be a gentleman.

Five feet of guns, the dawn of the first time to shoot the field, the girl should be self-strengthening.

These two names are Meng Fanchen's most sincere wishes for his children.

However, now Meng Weifan has hatred in his heart, and he knows that he cannot bear his father's hope for him, so he pressed that name to the bottom of his heart.

It is also a means of protecting oneself.

The voice of the moon spirit was a little low: "What he said, does it?"

The hand in the thousands of cold sleeves was slightly clenched, and he whispered, "Go back and say more."

The lips of the moon shrugged slightly and nodded.

The death of Meng Fanchen 20 years ago, and the identity of Meng Changsheng, are not an easy thing.Even the two of the moon and the thousands of cold people are extremely taboo about this matter.

In the silence, Meng Weifan walked away from me.

He smiled, “You didn’t tell me your identity.”

He said, “You didn’t say anything about you.”

He knows the position of the minor masters of the separation, but it is not easy to ascend by talent and strength alone.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled.

Both men knew very well that each other's identities had to be hidden in the past, so there was no superfluous idea.

He paused, and Mo said softly, "Day later left the alliance to look for me, we have not talked well for two for a long time."

He smiled and did not speak, and he knew what he meant.

The person he wants to deal with is Meng Changsheng, what a difficult thing it is to do, and the probability of success is almost zero in his own words.

Mo left as a minor suzerat, can be said to represent the departure of the alliance, if there is his help, Meng Weifan will be much easier.

The friendship between the two people naturally said that Meng Weifan knew that Mo Wei would never be alienated from him because of Meng Changsheng, the great enemy, but he was just the opposite, and he feared that Meng Weifan would deliberately break his contact with him in order not to implicate him.

Meng Weifan whispered: "More than 20 years ago, Meng Changsheng shot my parents, when I was just born, my mother was in a weak state, and in order to protect the baby's state, the two of them could not fight hard, and finally put me to death."

There was some silence, which was very similar to his experience.

He is better, and his parents are still alive.

Meng's extraordinary voice did not cover up, and the remaining close to the League disciples heard this shocking insider.

Mo away from the face calm, lightly said: "It is time to kill."

As for who to kill, people are very clear.

Chen Yun and Li Motian looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

No matter what the choice is, they will only support it, even if it may be opposed to the giant of the wind and thunder.

...

The wind-reared.

In the hall, there is no silence.

Before the light curtain, several powerful figures were silent, but their twinkling eyes showed the rest of their hearts.

What the younger generation said, even as high-level people, was shocked.

“Find him.”

An old voice sounded in the hall, and then there was no movement.

Only the people in the temple were silent and did not know what they were thinking.

Finally, a middle-aged man whispered, "No matter what, the wind and thunder sword and the wings of the wind and thunder are to be found, if this 'bufan' is really the son of the morning, it should be my disciple of the wind and thunder."

People nodded their heads.

But if the "buvan" is returned, what will happen, people do not know.

...

The pillar of light in the sky does not stop because of these things, and it is still falling.

Among the few people left, there are no more than eight people who are proud and above, so the battle above the battle field is somewhat boring.

Fortunately, there are not many of these fights.

After several battles, everyone finally completed three battles.

In addition to Meng Fanfan, a total of seven people who have directly received the quota.

The remaining three places must be selected from the number of people who won two wins and one defeat, and as for the rules, they are naturally fighting.

In the end, the three people they were chosen were simple.

Moon Ling, Zhou Guangli and Chen Yun.