Rebirth of the Superpower Queen

After all, they never dare to challenge the majesty of the country, no matter how capable they are as individuals or organizations.

"Haha, you're so good at pretending!" Qiao Surong rolled his eyes at Yuan Yongkai and said it with a look of contempt, but ended up getting a roll of the eyes from Meng Zhiling.

"Qiao Surong, if you're bored, you can leave. I know why you dislike Yuan Yongkai, but this is his job and responsibility. Don't forget, I'm one of them now."

"Well, it's because you are one of them that I am even more unhappy with him." Qiao Surong pouted and looked at the stage with an unhappy face.

Meng Zhiling could only shake her head and look at this man who always acted like a willful big boy in front of her. Who made him love her? Who gave him the capital to be so arrogant in front of her?

"Mr. Yuan, why do you think we have to give you face?" This time, it was still Meng Fan who spoke.

Because these local psychics or other "jianghu" people have to give him some face, and they have all dealt with Yuan Yongkai to some extent, but Meng Fan and his group are outsiders and don't have to worry about so many things.

"Who is this gentleman?" Yuan Yongkai looked at the audience with his eyes slightly narrowed.

Feeling a surge of energy hovering above the inner hall and disappearing in an instant, he marveled at Meng Fan's ability, but also became more alert. After all, all the superpowers in China, or those who have reached a certain level of superpowers, must be recorded. Otherwise, if something goes wrong one day, these people who serve the country will have no idea at all.

The man in front of him and the powerful team behind him were obviously not Chinese psychics at all. Although several of them had oriental faces, there were also a few blond-haired and blue-eyed Westerners.

"It doesn't matter who I am. The most important thing is that I want you to remember that today, I will give you, China, a warning and a lesson. We will definitely take the relic in the backyard." Meng Fan's arrogant tone penetrated Meng Zhiling's ears, and it was like a sword piercing her heart.

"Fuck, if I can still endure this moment, I'm not a human being." As soon as the words fell, the man had already leaped several meters from behind the crowd. When Qiao Surong wanted to pull him, the man was already "thousands of miles away" from him.

"If anyone dares to act wildly here today, I will take his head. I don't care what happens to the Buddhist holy land. Buddhism also needs to use live animals for sacrifice!" Yuan Yongkai didn't know when Meng Zhiling had stood beside him. When he turned around, he saw her looking at the man who had just spoken with hatred in her eyes.

Meng Fan and his group were stunned for a moment. Meng Zhiling's eyes, Meng Zhiling's tone, and even the temperament she exuded were really similar to hers, so similar that people seemed to think they were the same person. As his expression gradually relaxed, Meng Fan slowly regained his composure.

So what if it was her? So what if it wasn't her? Hadn't Meng Zhiling been killed by him long ago? He hadn't even noticed the delicate little girl on the stage. Although her astonishing speed was astonishing, he couldn't sense any trace of a supernatural being in her. However, her ruthless aura was enough to terrify passersby.

On the other side of her, Abbot Yuanyin was also looking at Meng Zhiling's side meaningfully, thinking about something, as if he had forgotten to remind Meng Zhiling that it was not appropriate to kill here.

"That depends on whether you have the ability?" Meng Fan snorted coldly, but did not notice that his master behind him was counting on his fingers, his face pale and terrified.

As soon as the two finished speaking, their eyes met and there was already a flash of lightning. The next second, the two were wrestling with each other.

Yuan Yongkai, Qiao Surong, Master Yuanyin and Master Meng all just looked at the two people fighting in the air indifferently.

As soon as the "war" started, the already restless people below finally couldn't hold themselves back anymore. Some used short knives against long spears, some used broadswords to chop flesh, some used water to drown fire. The whole inner hall was filled with smoke and chaos. Only Meng Zhiling and Meng Fan had unknowingly fought their way from the inner hall to the outer hall, and even to the outside of the temple.

Surrounded by green mountains and clear waters, Meng Zhiling didn't feel any physical problems at all due to the endless energy in her body. Meng Fan, after fighting for hundreds of moves, was already gasping for breath, but he still had the upper hand.

"Are you really her?" Meng Fan looked at Meng Zhiling and raised her hand, and the usual Ice Soul Silver Needle came out. Meng Fan's pupils slowly shrank, but he did not dodge. Instead, he formed an invisible barrier around him, making the attack temporarily have no effect on him. He looked at Meng Zhiling in horror and finally asked the answer.

"Who is she?" Meng Zhiling knew that since the attack was of no use for the time being, she decided to stop and reminisce with her dear senior brother.

"Miss, what's your name?" Meng Fan frowned for a long time, as if he had some important knot in his heart.

"Haha, Mr. Meng, if you want to fight, then fight. If you want to admit defeat, then admit defeat. I can't stand people taking the opportunity to create trouble and build relationships when they can't win." Meng Zhiling smiled contemptuously, and deliberately emphasized the three words "Mr. Meng" just to appreciate the nervous expression on Meng Fan's face.

"How do you know my last name?" Meng Fan quickly caught the "flaw" in Meng Zhiling's words, his brows furrowed even more tightly, and his hands behind his back were quietly clenched, ready to launch a second round of attack at any time.

"I guessed it." Meng Zhiling raised her eyebrows and spoke very casually.

Perhaps it was that casual arrogance that betrayed her usual style. Meng Fan immediately removed the barrier, stretched out his arm, and smashed his clenched fist towards Meng Zhiling.

He was a metal user, skilled in close combat, and his entire body was as strong as steel, indestructible. Most importantly, his ten fingers, especially his incredibly sharp, long steel nails, were the sharpest weapons on his body. A single touch would bring him honor.

"It's you. I didn't expect that you were not really dead." Meng Fan's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed, and a confident smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Meng Zhiling, if I can ruin you the first time, I can ruin you the second time.

Meng Zhiling was also careless and didn't notice Meng Fan's attack at all. As a result, by the time she reacted and wanted to fight back or dodge, it was too late. Although she saw the shadow in front of her move backwards, Meng Fan still had a shallow wound on her left collarbone.

Meng Zhiling looked down and the five eye-catching scratches further aroused her murderous intent.

"Meng Fan, today we're going to have a life-and-death fight."

Meng Zhiling gave a delicate cry, and her whole body rose into the air. A stream of water flowed down, as if flooding the Golden Mountain.

"Meng Zhiling, are you crazy?" Meng Fan looked at Meng Zhiling's unusual moves and immediately formed a steel shield in front of him, which could only temporarily avoid her attack of ice needles mixed in the flood.

"Hahaha, I'm crazy. Not only am I crazy, but I don't want to live anymore." Meng Zhiling was nowhere to be seen. She was standing at the top of the sky, laughing arrogantly.

The laughter was like thunder, shaking the sky above the entire Koizumi Temple, making those who were still quarreling in the inner hall feel creepy when they heard it.

Soon, Meng Fan was finally unable to withstand Meng Zhiling's continuous attacks. The moment he withdrew the defense system, Meng Zhiling was just waiting for such an opportunity.

With his eyes narrowed, he quickly controlled a stream of water, which pierced Meng Fan's temple with a "swish".

Although he has an indestructible body, he also has a vital point weakness, and his temple happens to be his vital point.

Unfortunately, Meng Zhiling seems to be the only person in the world who knows where his weakness lies.

However, Meng Fan was no pushover. He knew that Meng Zhiling would definitely use this move in the end. That was why he did not confront Meng Zhiling head-on last time. He quickly dodged and turned his head gracefully, cleverly avoiding Meng Zhiling's attack.

Although he had avoided the fierce attack, Meng Zhiling knew him better than his master in this world, so she would not give him any chance to dodge. The move just now was just a deception. The real attack was the seemingly harmless stream of water sent from several directions that she had calculated long ago for him to avoid.

Meng Fan's pupils gradually dilated, and then Meng Zhiling felt an unbearable pain in her collarbone.

When Meng Fan's life could have been taken, she fell first. In comparison, Meng Fan was much more relaxed. Even if he did not dodge Meng Zhiling's attack, due to Meng Zhiling's sudden pause, the ice needle just touched his temple and passed through the subcutaneous tissue by only one millimeter, which would not cause him fatal damage.

Despite this, there were bean-sized beads of water on his forehead. He didn't know whether it was due to nervousness or the result of Meng Zhiling's special ability. In any case, his face turned pale and he stood there for a long time. When the image of Meng Zhiling falling from the sky was reflected in his pupils, the corners of his mouth rose slightly. This time, he didn't believe that she could be so lucky to escape again.

"Meng Fan!" Time passed second by second, as if a century had passed. Only the old man's voice was heard, and Meng Fan fell to the ground.

There was chaos outside at this time, and no one noticed that at the moment when Meng Zhiling was about to land, her soft body fell into a cold embrace.

The man was dressed in green, ethereal and otherworldly, with three-dimensional facial features as if carved. He glanced at Koizumi Temple without any emotion, then left with Meng Zhiling in his arms.

When Yuan Yongkai and Qiao Surong came out, Meng Zhiling was nowhere to be seen.

"Where are the people?" Qiao Surong grabbed Meng Fan from the ground. Because he believed in Meng Zhiling's strength, he sneaked into the backyard while they were fighting. As a result, he discovered shocking news. When he was about to come out and ask Meng Zhiling to end the fight quickly, he saw such a confusing scene.

"Human? Is she a human? She's obviously a ghost, hahaha." Meng Fan pushed Qiao Surong's hand away defiantly, then stood up straight with forced calmness and laughed arrogantly.

"You..." Qiao Surong was furious, but he had to forgive him temporarily because he had more important things to do, which was to find Meng Zhiling!