Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
The circular shadow approached swiftly and silently, causing Meng Jintang's hair to stand on end. She immediately stepped back, drew her sword, and with a flash of the sword, she split the hidden weapon into two halves.
The hidden weapon on the ground was in the shape of a lotus seed, but its surface was covered with sharp spikes, and those spikes faintly gleamed with a dark luster, indicating that they were coated with a deadly poison.
The man dressed in fine clothes held a folding fan and emerged from the tent, his gaze fixated on Meng Jintang.
Now that he had observed her from head to toe, he smiled and asked, "Little girl, which sect do you belong to, and why did you come to our Ghost Cry Gang causing trouble?"
The man had well-defined features, but there was a hint of frivolous and dissolute demeanor in his expression.
Earlier, he sensed someone launching an attack, but instead of rushing to the scene to rescue his subordinate, he discreetly observed the martial arts skills of the young woman in green.
Though her palm techniques were average, she excelled in her strong and refined inner energy. The way she swiftly cut the hidden weapon also displayed remarkable agility and elegance.
Meng Jintang held her long sword and smiled, "I am a disciple of Hanshan Sect. When several people linger outside my home in the middle of the night, I naturally need to come and see what business you have."
She gazed at the person before her. The opponent's level was much higher than the lackeys, and her Appraisal technique was not all-knowing, only able to discern simple information like "Ghost Cry Gang's 9th leader, Wen Yudi," and the like.
Wen Yudi frowned inwardly. He had been in this place for quite some time and had never heard of any "Hanshan Sect" before. It seemed like nonsense to him.
He was certain that this young girl was just making up lies and refusing to reveal her true identity and background.
Even if he killed her with his iron fan, he could always come up with an explanation when his sect elders came l
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