Martial Godly Emperor

That gaze was like a wolf seeing a little sheep, its eyes shining.    

"Hey, kid, what's your background?"    

A dark-faced youth asked Meng Yu.    

Even though they knew he was alone, they still wanted to know his identity.    

"Who am I?"    

"In any case, don't provoke me!"    

Meng Yu looked at them. The blood mist and Purple Dance swords in his hands had already been unsheathed.    

"Haha, kid, say it."    

The other Yellow-Robed Cultivator also called out.    

Looking at these people surrounding him, Meng Yu was ready to fight. He knew that these people wanted to turn against him.    

"Big brother, second brother, third sister... Someone wants to bully me!"    

Meng Yu shouted towards the sky.    

"Haha, just scream. Even if you scream until your throat breaks, it's useless."    

A charming Female Cultivator giggled like a silver bell.    

"Kid, you used this move again?"    

"It's useless to use this move too many times."    

The dark-faced youth smiled at Meng Yu.    

There were more than twenty of them. At this time, they all slowly spread out and surrounded him.    

"Haha, the Old Ancestor of Meng Family taught us to love each other, and to take care of each other."    

"And to respect the old and to love the young, to help the younger generation advance, to collect gold and protect our home. This is also the glorious tradition of the Meng Family. The old ancestor said that when faced with difficulties, one must stand out and help the younger generation when faced with difficulties. Everyone must fight for the first place and be a good disciple who can support the heavens and earth!"    

"Look at your faces now. Are you worthy of saying that you are from the Descendant of Meng Family?"    

Meng Yu looked at them and hysterically questioned them.    

His voice was strong and forceful, causing the entire space to tremble slightly.    

That seemed to be an interrogation that came from the depths of one's soul, causing these underlings who were surrounding Meng Yu to be stunned for a moment.    

Some of them even revealed ashamed expressions on their faces.    

"F * ck, we are now having a competition to select the most outstanding young disciples in the clan. The old ancestor also encouraged us to compete more often to determine the victor. Kid, you're telling me that you love each other, respect the old and love the young? "    

The dark-faced young man reacted and pointed at Meng Yu, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.    

"This kid just has too much saliva and tea, and he still says that we aren't worthy to be a Descendant of Meng Family?"    

"This kid has too much to say. Now, I want to rush forward and tear his mouth apart."    

"This guy sure has a lot of tricks up his sleeves. Damn it, I was embarrassed by what he said just now. All I needed to do was to throw away my blade and let him leave."    

The other cultivators cursed at Meng Yu one by one.    

"Kid," The dark-faced youth took a step forward, "Hand over all the tokens you have, or else we'll have to fight."    

Meng Yu shouted, "I'm alone. Don't you think that with so many of you attacking me..."    

"Shut up!"    

Female Cultivator seemed to have a bad temper. When she heard Meng Yu's words, she sent out a sharp Sabre Wave with a lightning blade and rushed towards Meng Yu.    

Meng Yu quickly dodged and shouted, "Wait, there are so many of you. I might give you the token, but who should I give it to?"    

Hearing Meng Yu's words, these people looked at each other.    

That's right, who should he give it to?    

Meng Yu and these people had been flying for more than a day. They had long seen that the twenty-six of them were divided into six small circles. Obviously, these people were worried that Meng Yu would give his token to the others.    

Seeing that these people seemed to be suspicious, the corner of Meng Yu's mouth curled up slightly. He thought in his heart, Fight with me? Humph, if you have never died, let's see who can fight with whom!"    

He wanted to see these people fight. At that time, he might even be able to get some benefits from them.    

When the black-faced youth saw the vigilant expressions on everyone's faces, he stepped forward. He said loudly, "I, Meng Yijie, promise all of you big brothers and big sisters. If I take the token from this kid, I will not give it to all of you. Then, all of you can attack me and take away all the tokens that I have on me. "    

Female Cultivator looked at him, then pointed at Meng Yu and said, "I think this kid must have some tokens on him. I saw his figure in a valley before."    

"Right, right. We can't afford to be in a mess here. We have to start an internal conflict first. This kid should have quite a few tokens on him. I think with so many of us, at least each of us will get one."    

Another Yellow-Robed Cultivator also stood out and said.    

The dark-faced youth, Meng Yijie, looked at the crowd and saw that none of them made a sound. He said, "Alright, thank you all for trusting me so much. Let's make a deal then. Give me all of the tokens on this kid's body later, and I'll split them equally with everyone else. "    

When he saw everyone nod their heads, Meng Yijie immediately laughed loudly and said, "Kid, tell me, how many tokens do you have on your body? Just take all of them out, there's no need to suffer. "    

Meng Yu looked at these people getting closer and closer, preparing to use the Blood Cloud Escape Arts. However, he also knew that at this moment, the traces of his fate were being watched by so many people. Even if he escaped, these people would find him in a very short period of time.    

Seeing these people walking towards him, and each treasure pointing at him, he couldn't help but become anxious.    

He did not expect these people to be so united. His "mind technique" did not cause these people to have internal strife.    

"You guys stop for a moment. I'll give you my token right now."    

As Meng Yu spoke, he suddenly took out five tokens.    

Once the tokens were taken out, everyone looked at him with glowing eyes.    

"You're called Meng Yijie, right? Fine, I'll give you these tokens."    

Meng Yu suddenly threw one of the tokens to Meng Yijie.    

After that, he threw the remaining three tokens to another Dwarf Cultivator on the other side.    

That Dwarf Cultivator hurriedly received it. When he took a look, his face lit up with joy.    

"Oh, right, I still have more."    

Meng Yu took out another six tokens. He tossed two of them to Female Cultivator and the remaining four to a tall cultivator at the side.    

The two of them took the tokens and were just as overjoyed as Dwarf Cultivator.    

Meng Yu saw the greed in their eyes and looked at him with burning eyes.    

"Oh, right. I have three rings here. Each ring contains ten tokens. You guys can take them."    

In an instant, he took out three rings and threw them at the two young men and Meng Yijie.    

These people didn't expect Meng Yu to have so many tokens on him. Immediately, greed appeared in their eyes.    

"Alright, I have no more tokens. I'm leaving."    

"Oh right, actually, the last three tokens I threw out were empty. Only Meng Yijie's ring had thirty tokens."    

As Meng Yu spoke, he unleashed the Blood Cloud Escape Arts, and in an instant, he disappeared from the scene.    

"Chase after him!"    

Meng Yijie used his movement technique and wanted to chase after him, but he was stopped by the two young men who had just received the rings. "He said that there are no more tokens on him, the two rings on our hands are empty. Without tokens, the ring you got has 30 tokens. Please give us the tokens you have "    

"That's right, give us the badges first."    

"I don't believe you'll go after that kid. You must have taken so many tokens and wanted to escape."    

The other dozen or so Descendant of Meng Family were also blocking Meng Yijie's path.    

"Are you all stupid? The ring on my finger is also empty. We were tricked by that kid. Let's go after him!"    

Meng Yijie anxiously shouted.