Rebirth of Super God Takeaway

Chapter 270 Meng Zhan's Attitude
"Boy, I think you are looking for death!" The red-faced middle-aged man named Lan Feichen said through gritted teeth after being contradicted just now.

Lan Feichen didn't just talk cruel words, he was really ready to kill him.

When he watched the other elders of the Lan family have not regained their senses, he was like a dragon sailing out to sea, wrapped in a cold winter-like aura, and quickly attacked Meng Zhan.

Lan Feichen didn't use his natal flying sword, but a pair of fleshy palms, because he felt that Meng Zhan, a damn kid, wasn't worthy of his sword at all.

He didn't even need to use all his strength to crush such a small miscellaneous character with his physical strength alone!
Meng Zhan didn't expect that the other party would strike at the slightest disagreement.

And a sixth-rank peak cultivator wanted to take his life, it was completely easy, no different from killing an ant.

But Meng Zhan is not a person who is willing to bow his head and accept his fate. He sees that Lan Feichen is close in front of him, and the palm prints on the opponent's fleshy palms are already clearly visible.

In the next second, Meng Zhan shook his right wrist, and the magic weapon of the space ring in his hand was activated, and a precious knife as black as ink came to his hand.

There were no fancy moves either, Meng Zhan slashed straight forward with a saber, and a ray of arc-shaped light slashed towards Lan Feichen, while he himself flew back quickly, preparing for the next killer move.

"Hmph, little trick, don't be afraid, break it for me!"

Lan Feichen just smiled contemptuously, the attacking action under his legs remained unchanged, he swung his palm casually, and shattered the blade glow.

Meng Zhan seemed to have expected this situation a long time ago. There was no wave on his face, and he slashed out with all his strength one after another.

In an instant, dozens of bright sword lights were like the scorching sun, mixed with scorching heat, covering Lan Feichen's whole body.

To be honest, Meng Zhan didn't expect these dozens of sword lights to kill Lan Feichen, he was not arrogant enough to think that the second-rank can leapfrog and kill the sixth-rank foolishly.

His purpose of doing this was nothing more than to express his attitude to Lan Xuanbei.

I have sworn to marry your daughter from the Lan family, no matter who stops me!

It's ridiculous to use a mantis' arms as a car!
But today, I, Meng Zhan, want to become that arrogant "praying mantis"!
Lan Feichen didn't bother to smack the sword light with his hands now. Anyway, even if a second-rank cultivator hit with all his strength, it would be impossible to break his defense.

He let dozens of blade lights strike at himself as if scratching an itch, turning into little sparks, and the movements of his feet became faster.

In just the blink of an eye, Meng Zhan was pushed to the point of no return.

"Hmph, boy surnamed Meng, it looks like you're still alive!"

"Patriarch Lan, is this how your ancient Lan family treated guests? A sixth-rank peak cultivator bullied me, a second-rank beginner, wouldn't it make people laugh!"

These two voices sounded at the same time, but it was obvious that Meng Zhan's voice was louder than Lan Feichen's.

At this time, Lan Feichen's voice had completely dissipated, but Meng Zhan's voice still echoed in the empty sky above the law enforcement hall, and could not dissipate for a long time.

"enough!"

A majestic voice suddenly sounded.

The next second, the air in front of Meng Zhan suddenly began to distort. Lan Xuanbei seemed to appear out of thin air, blocked in front of Meng Zhan, and parried Lan Feichen's fatal blow with his hands.

Lan Feichen took a few steps back, with a look of astonishment on his face: "Patriarch, you..."

Lan Xuanbei waved his hand, and said solemnly: "This kid can't die in my Lan family. My Lan family's ancestral land is extremely sacred, how can it be stained by the blood of people with foreign surnames?"

It's true to say this, but for some reason, Lan Feichen suddenly felt that Lan Xuanbei seemed to be a bit biased towards Meng Zhan, a foreigner.

But now that Lan Xuanbei has already taken action to stop it, Lan Feichen naturally couldn't say anything more.

He gave Meng Zhan behind Lan Xuanbei another hard look, then stopped talking, turned around and walked towards his position.

"Thank you, Patriarch Lan, for your rescue!" Meng Zhan bowed to Lan Xuanbei from behind Lan Xuanbei.

"Okay, don't think too much, the reason why I rescued you has been made very clear just now." Lan Xuanbei suddenly changed the subject, and said, "I think you are a man, so I won't be here today. You will be held accountable for trespassing on my ancient Lan family's ancestral land. You should leave now, and as for the matter between you and my daughter...you should forget about her!"

"But Patriarch Lan..."

"Humph!"

Before Meng Zhan finished speaking, Lan Xuanbei in front of him suddenly changed his face, and slapped Meng Zhan on the wall behind him with a single palm.

"Wow!"

After Meng Zhan fell to the ground, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and the aura of the whole person who had shown his sharpness just now also weakened a lot.

"Cut, if you don't let me do it, don't you still do it yourself? This kid still bleeds and polluted my Lan family's ancestral land. Hmph, hypocrisy!" Lan Feichen, who was sitting on his seat watching coldly, curled his lips, his eyes full of blood. Disdain.

Lan Xuanbei looked at Meng Zhan condescendingly: "I can save you but also kill you, so, young man, don't challenge my limits. I will give you one more chance and leave my Lan family's ancestral land immediately. Otherwise... ..."

Lan Xuanbei's voice suddenly stopped, because Meng Zhan in front of him was using the treasured sword in his hand as a crutch, gritting his teeth to support his body and slowly stood up.

"Master Lan... If I can't marry Xiaoran back today... I will die... I will die in your Lan family's ancestral land... I will become a lonely soul... guarding... Xiaoran!"

"You..." Lan Xuanbei suddenly raised his right palm, wishing he could slap Meng Zhan to death.

But for some reason, his hands froze in mid-air, trembling crazily, but he couldn't take pictures for a long time.

Some of the more kind-hearted elders of the Lan family couldn't bear it anymore, and began to mutter in a low voice: "How many thousands of years have passed since the family status? The ancient world of comprehension has long been a thing of the past. Why do you care so much about blood? The dolls really love each other, so can't they make a good relationship and make a beautiful thing come true? Alas, it's a pity that Cairan is not my daughter. Otherwise, just because of Meng Zhan's bloody attitude, I must make it happen This marriage!"

Seeing Lan Xuanbei's life and death, he couldn't do anything about it. Lan Feichen, who had just sat down for a long time, stood up again, walked over and said, "Patriarch, is it so difficult to make a decision? It's really not possible, this 'butcher' will let me Come on!"

As he said that, he sneered cruelly at Meng Zhan, the tyranny in his eyes seemed to have cut Meng Zhan into pieces!

And comparing himself to a butcher seems to be provoking Meng Zhan, "Boy, you are really worse than a beast in my eyes!"

"I just said that you don't need to worry about this matter, let you go back. Why, don't you even listen to me as the head of the family?" Lan Xuanbei didn't even turn to look at Lan Feichen when he said this , he was still staring at the stubborn Meng Zhan, but his right hand had been quietly put down.

Seeing Lan Xuanbei's appearance, Lan Feichen knew that this kid might not die today.

Although Lan Cairan was not his daughter, she had nothing to do with him even if she married someone with a foreign surname.

But for some reason, Lan Feichen felt that he just couldn't swallow the bad breath.

Why do you, Lan Xuanbei, as the head of the Lan family, you don't have to consider the Lan family when doing things, but you still want to indulge this person with a foreign surname?

Could it be that you, Lan Xuanbei, have been sitting in the position of Patriarch for so long that your head has rusted?

Simply sentimental!
(End of this chapter)