Jianling

The battle for the top ten has never been more compelling.

The previous sessions were always innocuous, and it seemed that the ranking changes were all due to private fights after the sword test. Xiao Tongpei, the most combative, was already in the first place, and the remaining nine seemed to be attending a health tea talk. , and amiable, smiling amiable.

But this time Feng Henwan has shown such a strong strength, won't others be afraid?

Wouldn't Feng Henwan strike while the iron was hot and teach Xiao Tongbei, the arrogant young man?

It's fine to beat anyone, like Feng Henwan, you can use your internal force to kill a group, as long as you stop talking and drinking tea in a friendly manner.

But Feng Henwan didn't do anything anymore, because he drank too much and was carried by Meng Xing and Cen Mu to lie down with Shen Chongxuan.

I'm afraid this sword trial will end like this.

Seeing that Feng Henwan's seat was empty, everyone sighed in their hearts.

But seeing Ming Ding Jian looking around, he suddenly smiled: "Hey, it's the first time for Pindao to try the sword meeting. I don't know the rules, so just fight?"

Song Mingting did not expect that this half-immortal who had been hiding for three years after coming out of the mountain would take the initiative to find a fight, and it was not a private fight, so he quickly answered the brave man's questions: "That's right. Meng Shaoxia will go up one by one, and challenge Qing Zhengdao first. Jun."

Daoist Qing Zheng, who was inexplicably selected, was stunned for a moment. She was not good at words, and she was most afraid of the fights at the foot of the mountain. It is Pichen who is the head of the sect, but after a moment of panic, he said with a straight face: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun. Meng Shaoxia is a hero born in a young age, and he is even better."

Song Mingting couldn't help wringing his fingers: "...Really, if you admit defeat, you will go to the ninth place."

Daoist Qing Zheng took it very seriously, while carefully tugging at his sleeves, his expression was still cold and dusty: "...It's all in the past."

Meng Xing had heard a little about this master-uncle, bowed to her, and saluted solemnly: "Thank you, master-uncle."

Daoist Qing Zheng was stunned again when he recognized his relatives, pinched his fingers for a while, and muttered something in his mouth: "Master Meng Xing is Wubei, Master Wubei is Qingru, brother Qingru Pindao... .”

The others couldn't hear what she was talking about, but suddenly Daojun's eyes lit up, his face was composed with confidence, and he nodded inscrutablely: "Well... Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, you are indeed destined to be with the Pichenmen."

Meng Xing shook his whisk at each other, then turned to Wen Meixun, his eyebrows and eyes curved: "Mr. Nanke."

Even though Wen Meixun is a daughter, her face is stern and handsome, and she was taught by the half-sleeved suzerain Yun Wenxu who was the suzerain of Huanxi Zong back then. She was originally an unknown junior, and only those who are willing to give Huanxi Zong some face when they see her by ordinary people call her The right protector, but Wen Xu was killed by Xiao Shuhua's sword. When the Huanxi School was on the verge of collapse, the reputation of the left and right protectors skyrocketed. Although Wen Zhumi's martial arts were mediocre, Wen Meixun was outstanding. Huanxizong took a breath.

At the same time, because the two brothers and sisters have a very good relationship and do not distinguish between each other, when people praise Wen Meixun, they also call him a son, "Mr. Nanke".

Wen Meixun hadn't responded yet, but Wen Zhumi stepped out first, cupped his hands with a smile, and said, "My sister occasionally feels cold and unwell, even though she has been admiring the famous sword for a long time, she still wants to ask for advice, but God is not beautiful, she is not good at it, if she can't exchange ideas heartily It is better to choose another good day to invite the Taoist priest to come to Yundu for a talk, Taoist priest, please forgive me."

He spoke too fast, others couldn't get in a word, the host Song Mingting still wanted to struggle, hesitatingly hinted: "Guard Zuo is too anxious, Mr. Nanke knows it well."

Wen Meixun said sharply, "I listened to Zhumi."

Wen Zhumi also smiled and nodded: "Sister listen to me."

Meng Xing couldn't get what he wanted, but he sighed hypocritically on his face, pretending to hold back his wrists and said, "Oh, I'll have to trouble Protector Zuo to take care of Young Master Gu Nanke."

Wen Zhumi was full of smiles: "Thank you for your concern, Taoist priest, naturally Zhumi will not slack off."

When his eyes drifted to Song Zhubo, the wind was rustling, the cold water lived up to expectations, he stood up with his sword in his hand, his face was as cold as frost, and his eyes were like dry pools, which was similar to his state of mind, and the ancient well was not disturbed.

Meng Xing didn't try his best, and Jushuang got out of the sheath, with a smile on his face.

"The name of the knife asks the cold."

Meng Xing nodded his head slightly, glanced slightly at Feng Lin's clenched right hand, and the old god looked back on the ground: "The name of the sword is Jushuang."

Mingding's swordsmanship rarely reveals its appearance. Compared with Jianling's prestigious swordsmanship, Mingding's swordsmanship is more mysterious and difficult to see. So far, people only know that Mingding's sword is extremely powerful, but they don't know how strong Mingding is.

Until Wen Han's knife hit the door directly, Meng Xing dodged on his back. His lightness kung fu was far better than his heavy one. His toes only lightly tapped on the bluestone, and he flew up to a height of ten feet. Under the scorching sun in the sky, the sword glow It was cold and bright, the light of the sword was like snow, the swords collided, sparks splashed everywhere, and there was a lot of excitement.

Song Zhubo raised his eyes, facing Meng Xing's eyes as black as ink, as deep as a boundless sea, and the sword's edge was like stardust, shining brightly in his eyes, showing their sharpness.

"Has the seventh son ever drunk?"

He asked questions, his voice was low and hoarse, like a goblin bewitching his ears endlessly.Song Zhubo's determination was far superior to that of ordinary people, so he ignored it, but became more and more courageous as he fought. He lowered his wrist and drew the knife. The blade carved an arc on the bluestone board. Turning slowly and quickly, the sword light swayed accordingly, and seeing his fast pace, his figure turned as fast as lightning, Song Zhubo had never seen the drunken sword technique before, and couldn't see his movements clearly for a while, only then roughly guessed that the drunken sword technique I'm afraid it's based on his lightness skills.

Meng Xing's lightness kung fu is so miraculous, the long years on the mountain, climbing trees and supporting walls, made his lightness kung fu amazing, his body is like white lightning, treacherous and unpredictable.

Fuyun is famous for taking advantage of the right time and place, the sun rises and the moon sets, mountains rise and the sea rises, in the eyes of the Bichenmen, it is all blessings from God, and they help each other, but Meng Xing is not like this - he wants the stars to shine forever, he wants mountains and rivers Yonggu, he ordered all living beings and all spirits to obey his orders, and the right time and place are all in his mind. When he raises his eyes, it is a gift from heaven, and he bows his head to the earth for a good opportunity.

Song Zhubo stood his saber on the spot, only felt the breeze coming from all sides, and the rustling clothes and shadows were hard to find. Song Zhubo listened quietly, his ears moved suddenly, and heard the slight sound of sweat falling on the ground, he immediately cut the horizontal saber to stop it. However, the sword is faster than the saber, Meng Xing stopped half an inch in front of his throat with his sword, raised his right leg lightly, and stepped on the saber face, Wenhan the saber hummed and hummed, but he couldn't move anymore.

Meng Xing's lightness kung fu is really ethereal, Fuyun's body is only borrowing strength, but he really seems to be transformed into a light cloud, cruising around.Everyone was amazed, but Shi Lian frowned slightly, tapped her finger on the holding bead, and was still muttering Buddhist scriptures.

Meng Xing raised his wrist, brushing away the drops of sweat hanging from his chin, his eyes were clear, reflecting the bright sun in the sky, bright to the brightest.

Wen Han turned the knife sharply, and the blade mercilessly cut across Meng Xing's ankle, blood gushed out immediately, Song Zhubo put the knife back expressionlessly, and said coldly: "I lost."

When he said this, he looked at Song Mingting, speaking in a fair and honest manner, but anyone with a little heart could see that there were endless loopholes in his saber gestures. After all, after the first ten fights, this guy didn't even shed a drop of sweat. It's too obvious.

Meng Xing resisted the urge to grin his teeth in public, calmly picked up the whisk resting on the chair, turned to Yan Huansheng, and said with a half-smile, "Mr. Zhanchun, please."

Most people are seeing the Ding Ding sword technique for the first time. After hearing its name for a long time, and now seeing its shape, they realize that they really don't understand this set of sword techniques. It seems that there is something different, but most people can't see it clearly. They only feel that his footprints are all over every corner of the martial arts arena. It's not him everywhere.

Yan Huansheng was able to do a job between surprise and calmness, with a warm smile, slowly got up, and bowed to him: "Please enlighten me. The name of the piano is Jiuxian."

Meng Xing glanced at the Tongmu Yaoqin in his arms, smiling unabated: "Mr. Zhanchun is bluffing, isn't this Qixian?"

"It's just a hobby."

Meng Xing didn't ask any further questions, and nodded slightly: "I just introduced you to Jushuang."

Before he could finish his words, the sound of the qin sounded loudly, like a protruding iron horse, the sound of a sword and gun suddenly slowed down, like the words of dragons and phoenixes, clouds rising and snow flying, even if Meng Xing had been prepared, he would inevitably lose his mind for a moment. In an instant, Yan Huansheng was already flying, and he was standing on the long pole. This was the most dangerous and strange step. If Meng Xing didn't pursue him, it would be fine.

How could Meng Xing show weakness in lightness kung fu?

But seeing him pinching his fingers and making a tactic, the strength in his hand came out continuously, shaking the long pole until it was about to crack, Yan Huansheng was still as stable as Mount Tai, he couldn't stop playing with the string, as if it was born there, no matter what, it wouldn't hurt the slightest bit ——The Jushuang sword finally came out of its sheath.

Everyone thought that Meng Xing must be going after Xiao Tongbei, after all, there was an agreement long ago, and even Xiao Tongbei was sure of it.Only Meng Xing knew in his heart that he was targeting Yan Huansheng and Feng Lin.

The person Feng Lin sent to Haizhou must have returned long ago, but why does he always avoid the topic of the Shen family?

Although the Feng family has many members, there are very few descendants. Feng Lang is not only a descendant, but also has a docile personality, so how could he suddenly run away from home without knowing where he is going?

Since Yan Huansheng has been in Yundu and loves silk and bamboo orchestras the most, he should seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. A scheming nobleman like Feng Lin with a terrible background should hide and hide again. Why does he prefer Feng Lin so much, even Don't hesitate to spread the reputation of being a good man?

Meng Xing calmed down, held his sword and flew forward, sealed his hearing with internal force, and ran straight to the place where Yan Huansheng was.

He had already made his bet and made up his mind.

——If you have to find out where Feng Lang is to learn about the Shen family, then you can start from Yan Huansheng, and you won't lose too much.