In Meng Ding's eyes, the people outside were like country bumpkins.
What Six Great Sects? What Royal Family? They were all a motley crew.
Their aptitude was mediocre, and their cultivation was low. It had been a thousand years, and no one had broken through to the high-level Saint Realm.
They had planned to save the people of the Six Great Sects when they had nowhere to go.
But they didn't expect Zhang Xing to rush over from Lake City so quickly.
Indeed, Zhang Xing's performance in Lake City made the elders of the clan very satisfied.
They all thought that he was a rare talent.
Since then, they had planned to recruit him.
This time, they wanted to show off their strength in front of the world, but they didn't expect Zhang Xing to mess it up.
But they weren't angry.
When there was war, there would be casualties. Of course, everyone was happy that someone was helping them.
So, they wanted to suppress Zhang Xing the moment they arrived. But unexpectedly, he was quite stubborn and didn't kneel down.
Ancestor Meng Hao's old servant, Meng Chong, was a Seven Star Battle Saint.
The pressure he emitted couldn't suppress Zhang Xing.
Meng Ding couldn't help but admire him.
But it was only admiration, not respect.
Just as he thought of this, he heard Zhang Xing speak.
"Oh!
Then I thank your clan for thinking so highly of me, Zhang Xing. "
Zhang Xing was very curious.
He planned to take a look at what kind of existence this so-called world was.
The young man saw Zhang Xing's attitude, and he was a little unhappy.
Shouldn't he be kowtowing and shedding tears of gratitude?
How could he have such a lukewarm attitude?
Meng Ding took it for granted. Who knew how powerful the reclusive clan was?
Even if it was someone from the Six Great Sects, they would only be excited.
It was far from being shedding tears of gratitude.
But the old servant behind him nodded in appreciation.
This kid was calm and neither servile nor overbearing. The elders of the clan didn't misjudge him.
Meng Ding snorted in his heart and flung his sleeves. "Zhang Xing, come with us."
Then, he turned and boarded the luxurious flying unicorn carriage. He didn't invite Zhang Xing to sit with him.
The old servant Meng Chong didn't say anything, but he shook his head lightly.
The younger generation of the Meng Family had also developed an arrogant habit, which was a very bad sign.
However, he was only a servant of the Meng family and did not have the ability to do anything about it.
Meng Chong also turned around and entered the carriage.
The Flying Unicorn raised its proud chin and let out a cry before disappearing from everyone's sight.
Zhang Xing did not care about Meng Ding's supercilious attitude at all.
He turned around and glanced at the Necromancer, Scattered Fall.
"Take the undead army and station them in the sinkhole. The environment there is suitable for them to survive."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and only the Space-Time Dragon remained. The other dragons all entered the Dragon Island to rest.
"With a thought, catch up to them!"
At the same time, on the flying unicorn.
"Young Master, aren't we walking too fast? I'm afraid Zhang Xing won't be able to keep up."
"Do you think …"
Meng Chong knew what kind of temper Meng Ding had, but he still tried to persuade him.
"It's best if he can't keep up. Teach him a small lesson. Look at his arrogant attitude. He doesn't even care about our Meng Family.
"If we don't ruthlessly crush his arrogance, he might become even more arrogant when we reach the family!"
Meng Ding said angrily.
Meng Chong's eyes twitched, and he was instantly speechless.
He didn't see Zhang Xing as arrogant, but Young Master Meng Chong's nose was always pointed to the sky.
"Eh?"
At this moment, Meng Chong looked out of the window in surprise.
"Hehe!
Zhang Xing is following us! "
"What?"
Meng Ding turned his head abruptly.
He saw a huge dragon with silver light outside the window, moving side by side with them.
Zhang Xing stood quietly on the dragon's head and looked ahead.