Bang!
A gust of wind swept past, and the corpses of Ze Luoju and his men toppled one after another, their blood staining the blazing yellow sands crimson.
"With the Heavenly Sword before you, you vile bandits still dare to bark?" Meng Qi snorted coldly, raising his head and puffing out his chest.
Who could kill him? Who would dare kill him?
Did they not know that the Heavenly Sword was the nemesis of justice—no, the nemesis of evil!
"Little Monk Zhen Ding, we meet again." Jiang Zhiwei looked at Meng Qi and spoke with a smile.
"Amitabha. Many thanks to Benefactor Qin and Benefactor Jiang for saving me." Meng Qi was utterly solemn.
"Last time, I was only able to enter the Martial Monk Academy and train in martial arts thanks to Benefactor Jiang and Benefactor Zhang of the True Martial Sect speaking well of me. Now, in the Western Region, I have again been saved by you both. This great kindness and virtue leave this little monk deeply grateful."
"Benefactor Qin, I offended you in the heat of the moment just now. I hope you can forgive me."
Only then did Meng Qi realize that, in the Real World, he was not supposed to know Qin Sheng, so he hurriedly tried to patch things up.
Theoretically, it was not strange for Meng Qi to recognize Qin Sheng. He had seen him with Jiang Zhiwei at Shaolin Temple, and everyone knew that the Sword-Washing Swordsman Couple was in the Western Region, inseparable from one another.
The young man appearing alongside Jiang Zhiwei had to be Qin Sheng.
And Meng Qi choosing to seek Qin Sheng's help first could barely be justified as well. After all, the Heavenly Sword was stronger and more capable of intimidating enemies.
Little Jiang, his