"Since long Bufan wants to die, this is also his own choice. Why should we fall into danger again and increase casualties!"


    Wang Meng''s eyes narrowed slightly. When he said this, his eyes lit up. He also inadvertently noticed that some temple disciples around him frowned slightly, and his eyes were slightly complex.


    In particular, the female disciples of Shuiling Pavilion led by LAN Qin, because in their view, a big factor for the team''s smooth escape just now is that they rely on the dragon to distract the spirit eating rats. Otherwise, with the impact of the continuous rat tide in the past, it is estimated that everyone is still entangled below. How can they fly so easily to the high altitude.


    Wang Meng seemed to feel that his words were inappropriate, which might affect the image of his captain. His eyes were hurried and blinked. He immediately turned the conversation and looked at the twelve of long Yunfei, Long Ya and Liu Yunluo, and said in a deep voice: "By the way, I heard you call long Bufan the boss. I doubt your true identity as deacons in purple robes. In fact, they are the twelve sect disciples who came to the temple of God a while ago."


    Hearing this, the disciples of the temple Pavilion suddenly looked a little surprised, and looked suspiciously at the twelve blood guards with masks on their faces. Immediately think about it, the deacon in purple robe of the temple pavilion was at least the middle power to reach the earth respect realm, and how could they even compare the accomplishments of their own disciples, only in the realm of transforming the spirit realm.


    Seeing that everyone was successfully transferred by the topic raised by himself, Wang Meng was relieved. He almost lost his image because of the short-lived ghost of long Bufan.


    Longya''s eyes were slightly heavy. He took a step forward from the empty air, stood at the head of the twelve blood guards, looked sharply at Wang Meng, and said coldly: "so what, so what?"


    He was appointed by long Bufan as the commander of the twelve blood guards. Now that the team is questioned, he must stand up.


    Moreover, although his superficial cultivation was only in the middle of the realm of God, he had no fear in front of Wang Meng, who respected the realm half a step. Because he turned into a dragon blood warrior, he had enough strength to fight the strong who respected the realm half a step.


    "If so, then... You don''t deserve to be with us." Wang Meng looked at the twelve blood guards with a proud face, and his eyes showed an indelible disdain.


    Hearing the speech, the dragon''s eyebrows wrinkled. Behind him were Liu Yunluo, Murong Yin, Heiyan, Jiang Yu, Qin Yuxuan, Lin Yan, ye Chen, Lu Zifeng, long Yunfei, Lei Meng and Wu Moying. The palms in the sleeve robes were slowly clenched into fists, and a trace of anger flickered in their eyes.


    Their background is not as good as those who grew up in the temple Pavilion since childhood, but they can''t accept such an insult.


    Aware of the anger in Longya''s eyes, Wang Meng was more determined about his guess. He immediately smiled and said coldly, "look at your reaction, I seem to have guessed it. You counterfeiters!"


    "Who are the counterfeiters? We are the purple deacon appointed by Lord Bai Weng himself!"


    Murong Yin was so angry that she couldn''t help crying out. She directly took off her mask and showed her amazing face. She was a little better than LAN Qin among the disciples of the temple Pavilion.


    The other 11 people also took off their masks one after another. Since their identity has been seen through, wearing this mask again seems a little disgraceful to their dignity.


    It''s better to treat people as they are!