Jianling

After all, Meng Xing was the only one here who hadn't attended the last sword trial meeting, and even seldom showed his face in front of people, so when he landed, it was like a thunder on the ground, causing disturbances one after another.Song Mingting's eyes were bright, and he stood up and bowed to him: "Meng Shaoxia is really heroic, almost the same as Ling Shi back then!"

Xiao Tongbei raised his eyelids slightly, and the Guiyuan Sword he was carrying returned to his bosom in an instant, his right hand was only touching the hilt of the sword, Meng Xing exchanged a glance with him, and immediately looked away, bowing his hands to Song Mingting with a smile.

Everyone knows the grievances between Xiao Tongbei and Meng Xing, and each of them avoided their eyes knowingly, Meng Xing said with a gentle smile: "Brother Tongbei, don't come here without any problems, Pindao will call you a second time to challenge you. You kill comfortably."

Xiao Tongbei snorted coldly, at least he didn't attack in public, and after hearing what Meng Xing said, although he was somewhat skeptical, he respected the strong, and the number of victories between Song Mingting and him was God's will, so he respected Song Mingting, I would also like to respect the rules of the Sword Trial Club.

After that, after a candle was burned out, no one came.

Song Mingting stood up and waved his sleeves with a smile on his face: "It must be that Young Xia Feng of Lihuayan is late for something, so it doesn't matter if you delay for a while. Everyone is here to ask Tingshan today. There are a gathering of heroes and heroes. Song is not talking nonsense. The sword test will be the same as in the past No two, divided into three rounds. In the first round, all the gentlemen invite cards, and the four major gates will jointly supervise the draw and confrontation, and the top [-] will be screened out; in the second round, the top [-] young heroes after the screening will challenge the top ten; The top ten invite you to fight, remember, you need to go up in order.

Seeing that everyone is gearing up, they must be eager to try, so Song is here to warm up the wine and wait for the triumphant return of the kings! "

If the Feng family were to manage it, I am afraid there will be a grand scene for three days and three nights, with fish and dragons dancing and dancing, and the streets are full of bonuses, but the Song family has never been like this, and the other three families have their own special features. Qing Gao, Huanxi Zong Wuji, the Song family is so sloppy and direct, they don't do much foreplay, and they don't care about finesse, just play.

And the sword test meetings organized by the Song family are often the most innocent. It is not like the Feng family colluding with the interests of various factions, nor does it seem that the Pichen sect has few people and the organization is weak, and it is not like the Huanxi sect. Because your opponent is three points more beautiful than you, you will directly judge the opponent to win.

The Song family's sword test meeting is the upright Wu.And the person who wins No. 11 and No. [-], the former can get Song Jia Yinuo, the latter can get Song Mingting and Song Zhubo Accompanying Sword, and a gift of a panacea left by Jiang Shengshou back then. It is said that Jiang Shengshou can live and die during his lifetime Human flesh and bones, this panacea is the masterpiece of his life, unless he dies, it can be cured, such a generous reward, it can be said that he is not treated preferentially.

Therefore, there were many visitors this time, and there were thousands of people in the first round of lottery.The Song family set up [-] venues, which were held at the same time. The lottery was divided into two groups with odd and even numbers.

In this way, it would take a week to say the least.

Cen Mu had been struck dizzy by the fact that the beautiful Daoist priest was Drunken Sword himself. He wanted to cry, but now he looked at Zhong Xuan tremblingly, and stammered, "Brother Shen Yuan, don't you know?" Is it the pear blossom inkstone?"

"I'm not." Zhong Xuan laughed dumbfounded, flipped over the wooden sign in his hand, "I'm at number [-], where's Brother Cen?"

Cen Mu was distracted by him, and followed suit: "I am Jiusan."

Shen Zhongxuan never thought that he would be involved in the sword test, but Meng Xing was in high spirits: "I can get Song Mingting and Song Zhubo's advice, and I can also give you a sugar pill. Let's have a dozen, why not?"

"But why are these rewards only given to No.11?"

Meng Xing smiled, "If the top ten want these things, do they still need to win?"

Although the ten people in the top ten seem to have different levels of force, it can be seen from the way they entered the arena just now that none of the ten people can be underestimated. Even if it was Su Lingge back then, he just happened to meet in close combat It was Meng Xing who seemed powerless to fight back. If he was really given the chance to play the piano, or meet other people, Su Lingge would be worthy of his fame back then.

The peak of Wenting Mountain is steep, and the walls are like hanging knives, but it is early summer, and although the foot of the mountain is already active, the flowers on the mountain are beginning to bloom, and the flowers are clear and clear, which is not a peaceful scene.

When Feng Lin arrived, the first round had already passed for a day.The young man in red walked with a gait, with a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, and a bright smile. He stomped his soapy boots all the way, and the Changli sword swayed, and finally landed at the resting place at the inner door, where Meng Xing stopped him just right with his Shuangshuang sword.

There are more than ten servants behind Feng Lin, all of them are dressed in red, but they seem to have made an appointment, and their momentum is not as good as Feng Lin's sharp-edged and wanton publicity.

"What's that on your forehead?"

"Are you blind?"

Meng Xing thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "Shou Gongsha?... Sigh, brother, I have suffered for you, that Yan Huansheng is full of tricks, and I did my best for my brother..."

Feng Lin didn't ask him how he knew it was Yan Huansheng. After all, there are only a few people in the world who have such a skill in Qin art, and Yan Huansheng is indeed the most suspicious one.

"Your apprentice is about to start fighting, don't you want to watch?"

"He's reading, don't bother me." Meng Xing pointed to the closed door, then glanced at Feng Lin, "Don't even think about it."

Feng Lin rolled her eyes, she only felt that Meng Xing was too much of an enemy.

Meng Xing's intentions this time are deepest. It's not about Feng Lin Feng Lang's brother's private affairs, nor is it for attracting the imperial court's hawks and dogs. The power strife in the four gates has nothing to do with him, he only wants to protect the little apprentice next to him, find out the murderer of the Shen family incident, kill them one by one, and then let God's will.

But just like Meng Wubei, the world is impermanent, no one would have guessed that Baopuzi would be so short-lived due to his cultivation, and Meng Xing could not predict what his future would be like, so he could only take it as a warning. Living in a secluded mountain makes him still not remember the affairs of Jianghu clearly. He also listened to people's high-spirited talks in teahouses and restaurants. Zhong Xuan could quickly distinguish between primary and secondary, but Meng Xing only felt a headache. Of course he couldn't let Chong Xuan become the second him - he was still shackled by the crap of the royal relatives.

He wanted to protect Zhongxuan, but he wanted to make Zhongxuan not only good at swordsmanship.

People's hearts, human words, and human actions, he wants to teach his Yuan Yuan to understand them one by one.

The sword trial meeting was the first sword refining stone he found for Shen Chongxuan.

Shen Zhongxuan's first battle was on the morning of the second day, and the opponent was an unlucky monk who had left his hometown and wandered around, a specialty of Shilian's Zen sect.

The Diansu Sword is too eye-catching, and has been confiscated by Meng Xing long ago. Shen Shenxuan wanted to borrow the sword, but felt that other people's swords would never be in his hand, so he took a twig—this was because Feng Henwan heard that he was about to take the stage, He didn't even go to the hut, and rushed to pick a dead branch called "Meng Xing in the wood" with his trousers in hand.

The monk, named Guangyuan, stared blankly at Zhongxuan, who came up to the stage with a branch of a tree, and asked, "What kind of sword is this?"

Zhong Xuan thought for a while, and wanted to say "Meng Xing in the wood", but felt ashamed again, and said, "Zhe Bi."

Guangyuan: "..." bluffing.

The person in front of him is still a young man, tall and handsome, like a moon, like a yaolin qiongshu, with a handsome appearance, most likely he is a wealthy son who sneaked out from a wealthy family, he did not even have a sword, Guangyuan thought that he could not be with him The rich man is an enemy, so he said: "Amitabha. Why don't you put down your fight with the poor monk and talk about the situation in the world."

Shen Zhongxuan saw that he intended to give way, and only smiled: "Master, be merciful."

After saying that, he hung Meng Xing's Zhebi wood Zhongxing on his waist, cupped his hands and said: "Let's meet palms."

Guangyuan looked at his youth, he was fighting for internal strength, even if this child started to practice after being born, what kind of cultivation could he have?But although he mocked in his heart that he didn't know what was good or bad, he quickly raised his palm, fearing that the heavy hand would turn his back on what he said.

Shen Zhongxuan subconsciously glanced at Meng Xing, who was watching with his hands behind his back. Meng Xing was not with Feng Lin, nor was he with Feng Henwan. Knowing his identity, they all avoid him from a distance, leaving a large space for him, but Cen Mu is not afraid of death, and sticks to him neither far nor near.

Most of the top ten are conceited and lofty, except for Song Mingting who appears relatively frequently because he is the host, Feng Lin recruits talents and occasionally goes to wait and see a few well-known rookies, such as Meng Xing who comes and goes without a trace and deliberately hides Those who are saddened by Xiao Tong will naturally not show up.

And the center of another blank area in the crowd, this person in black clothes is Xiao Tongbei.

The two people who usually don't show up, at this moment, one mysterious and one white, each safe and sound, cast their eyes on Zhong Xuan on the stage, everyone was silent, and they all speculated about where Zhong Xuan came from.

"Then, the poor monk is rude." Guangyuan smiled slightly, his palm was like a towering mountain, and he galloped away. He practiced the wonderful method of Buddhism, with a strong momentum, and in addition to his age, he is full of internal energy. When it comes to palms, he is really confident. hundred times.Thinking that the other party is only a child, Guangyuan still has the heart to restrain himself, lest he hurt the younger generation's bones and ruin his future.

Shen Zhongxuan raised his hand slightly, and with a flip of his wrist, layers of internal force rushed away, like raging sea waves, turbulent, surging, waves rising from the ground, covering the sky and covering the sun, pouring away, its momentum is extremely brave Like a flood dragon, the wind and rain came here to help him climb the mountains and shake the mountains.

Before Guangyuan could attack, he sensed the majesty of his strength, he made a decisive decision, he did not lose with one slap, and then he slapped out again.

So rocks and mountains moved, rivers and seas were in front, hills overlapped, vying to stop them, Guangyuan made 37 palms in a row, able to withstand a wave of small currents, but saw that Zhong Xuan was not in a hurry, turned his palms into fingers, lightly take it easy-

The vast sea suddenly converges, turning into a bursting torrent that bursts out of the mountain. It suddenly bursts out and hits Guangyuan's palm. Guangyuan's mind is shocked, and his body is like a speck of dust. , The sea is overwhelming, but he is a mere mayfly, and suddenly loses everything, and there is nothing to hide, no trace of decline.

He heard the young man's voice clear and clear: "Certificate."

People say, don't bully the young and poor.

Because they are the most authentic, pure and pure in the world, and they always have the courage to advance or retreat.

Therefore, the youth is undefeated.

The author has something to say: Yuan Yuan: It's called Meng Xing in the Wood.

Guangyuan:? ? ?

Meng Xing: Also known as Mei Sha Bald Donkey.