I quit the sect and became a demon cultivator. Master and Sister kneel down to beg for forgiveness.

Meng Youxian nodded slightly, "I've heard of the name of Marquis Youfang!"

He was just being polite to Jing Hexi.

Far inferior to Li Changqing.

After all, Jing Hexi is just a minor saint who once became famous on the battlefield, but his reputation in the cultivation world is not that great.

Instead, he was quite polite to Liang Ziyi, "Liang Ziyi from Yingtian Academy also serves under the Sixth Prince?"

Liang Ziyi chuckled, "A wise bird chooses the right tree to roost in!"

"Indeed, the best birds in the world always choose the best trees!"

Meng Youxian sighed slightly.

A trace of loneliness flashed across his eyes, and then he was relieved to face it calmly. To him, there was no such thing as a good bird or a good tree.

Gong Shuyang felt a little uncomfortable when he heard this.

He never doubted his choice, but humans are not plants or trees, so who can be heartless? After all, Meng Youxian was kind to him.

After hearing this, he just remained silent.

Li Changqing felt quite awkward watching the scene as everyone was surrounding the defeated Meng Youxian.

He ordered Jing Hexi, "My Lord, if any of the disciples of Linxian Palace want to leave Luanhun Mountain, give them some money and let them go!"

"If anyone joins me, I will form another team!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Jing Hexi agreed and ordered his adjutant to do so.

When I looked at Meng Youxian again, I felt a little more admiration for him. No matter whether he won or lost, he was worthy of his brothers after all.

Meng Youxian looked around the Linxian Palace. After being a hero for most of his life, it was all in vain. It was quite tragic that a hero's end was approaching.

"Sixth Prince, please come in!"

He raised his hand respectfully, as a final gesture of decency.

"Senior Meng, please teach me!"

Li Changqing changed his address and called him senior.

This means that the current competition is not a war-like fight, but merely a competition between monks.

Meng Youxian thanked him slightly.

The Sixth Prince, who appears rough and decisive, secretly possesses some of the bearing and breadth of mind of a king.

So he took the initiative.

The palms covered with bright silver gloves were as soft as silk, and when they brushed through the air, they suddenly appeared like the surface of a lake blown by a breeze.

Meng Youxian's immortal head-stroking technique is a skill that is calm and gentle, but hides murderous intent.

The hall was filled with top figures in the cultivation world. Seeing him make just a slight move, their faces became a little solemn.

When Jing Hexi and others learned that Gong Shuyang had surrendered, they stood with him.

After fighting in Luanhun Mountain for many days, they are very familiar with each other, but today they are just colleagues.

Jing Hexi was able to defeat Gong Shuyang, but the process was not so smooth, and Gong Shuyang still caused him a lot of trouble.

A scholar who studied classics and Taoist scriptures could fight back and forth with him, a battle-hardened general, on the battlefield. He really had some real skills.

If it weren't for Gong Shuyang, Linxian Pavilion would have been captured long ago.

"Mr. Gong, who do you think is better, the Immortal Fuding or the Sixth Prince?" Jing Hexi asked.

Gong Shuyang shook his head, "It's hard to say!"

Liang Ziyi interrupted, "On paper, Meng Youxian has been a Great Sage for many years, and his realm and skills are higher than Your Highness!"

"I thought Mr. Gong would say Meng Youxian!"

"Logically, it should be the Third Palace Master, but unfortunately he's facing the Sixth Prince, so the outcome is a little unpredictable!"

Liang Ziyi chuckled, "It seems Mr. Gong's surrender was a long-planned move. He actually knows His Highness so well!"

Gong Shuyang could not deny it.

But he also sighed, "If we can't capture Linxian Pavilion, I will still serve His Majesty the Third Prince!"

"Now that the matter is done and His Highness the Third Prince is doomed to fail, I will go and look for a wise leader among my own people. I have repaid the kindness of the past, and Shu Yang has a clear conscience."

His words were calm, but there was a hint of conflict in his tone.

On the other hand, the four disciples behind him who were good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting looked rather embarrassed and uneasy.

"Submission" sounds nice, doesn't it just mean surrender?

It never sounds so pleasant!

Regardless of cultivation or vision, a disciple is still a disciple after all, and does not have the free and easy and broad-mindedness of Gong Shuyang.

Gong Shuyang just went with the flow and didn't go against the will of heaven.

This should be the wisdom and pursuit of scholars.

He looked at the field, where Meng Youxian released a wave of energy like water waves, concealing a dagger within a cotton ball.

Li Changqing just opened and closed his eyes vigorously. Even when facing huge waves, he would not dig channels to drain them, but would smash them with one punch.

Meng Youxian's momentum was endless, and there was still a lot of aftereffects after Li Changqing's punch.

When the needle in the cotton really came out, the hall suddenly shook uncontrollably, which was strange and abrupt.

Not only was his aura shattered, but the gentle breath also pounced on his body, and Li Changqing suddenly became uneasy.

With a loud bang!

The aura attached to Li Changqing suddenly exploded.

It instantly startled everyone in the hall.

Li Changqing's face turned pale from the impact. If the Nine Yang Golden Body was not strong enough, he might have been injured by now.

"Senior Meng's immortal touch on my head is like hearing thunder in silence. I'm grateful for your guidance!"

Meng Youxian laughed and said, "There are not many people in the world who can remain unscathed after being hit by this move. Your Highness is too polite."

There was approval in his eyes.

Then his two hands turned into phantoms, and produced countless palms. Li Changqing was shocked that none of these palm shadows were fake, but were real palm strikes.

He was hesitant.

Meng Youxian must have a strong and sharp power. This kind of martial arts similar to the Thousand Shadow Hands should be a combination of real and fake.

I have never seen anything that is put into practice.

In this way, the force will definitely be dispersed, and how can it cause harm to others?

Li Changqing did not dare to be careless, and Zuo Quan used his fist and sword one after another like a tidal wave.

Those flying palms collapsed at the first touch, but at the moment of collapse, they turned over and pressed down on Li Changqing.

Meng Youxian still had some strength left, and another palm strike came out from his palm.

"broken!"

Li Changqing's pupils contracted.

The thousands of strong palms just now became nothing the moment they came into contact with his aura.

The momentum attached to it returned and condensed into a new palm that pounced towards him.

And this palm is the killing move.

Those palm shadows just now were just the introduction.

Li Changqing used the Nine Yang Golden Body to resist part of the attack, and in the nick of time, he quickly used the Anti-Five Elements Skill.

What disrupted the trajectory of the palm power was a move by Ling Feng that broke through the armor and pierced through Meng Youxian's protective energy.

There was a loud bang!

The two of them each took a step back, horror in their eyes.

No one expected that the local martial arts skills would be so powerful, it was too unbelievable.

Gong Shuyang spoke up at this time, "Your Highness the Sixth Prince always has the ability to turn the tide in desperate situations!"

"Both the timing and the angle of the attack were absolutely perfect!"

"Although there are different realms among cultivators, when they are at similar realms, courage and ideas often become the key to victory!"

"I saw this in the Forbidden Valley and knew full well that this Sixth Prince was no ordinary man!"

"A scholar is a scholar after all. He is much more knowledgeable than us, the crude people."

Jing Hexi couldn't help but admire.

In the hall, the two tried out a few moves against each other and almost figured out each other's methods and strength.

Meng Youxian raised his two palms from his waist, and the immortal no longer hit the top of the head with a subtle attack, but with a violent blow like a corner of the sky collapsing.

Countless thunder and lightning fell from the roof of the hall.