Qing Leng Xianzun is a milk cub

About my first fight with a tauren!

Those words conveyed a special sense of security.

At least, it dispelled the uneasiness that suddenly popped up in Meng Hongyi's heart.

"I have never seen Jingci's sword spirit before, and I don't even know when he reshaped a spirit sword and forged a sword spirit. Now, although everything is just my guess, it will be confirmed soon. "

Qingxuan's speculation was definitely not groundless. It was so inexplicable that something like this breaking out of the rules of Dabi inside the door happened, at least it had never happened before, which made it hard for him not to think too much.

"Since Jingci chooses the competition in the sect, it is natural to make all the preparations, don't take it lightly, and don't be too nervous." Facing Jingci, Qingxuan never panicked in the slightest.

They have been in the same sect for tens of thousands of years, and there has been no shortage of competition between them both openly and secretly.

Meng Hongyi looked at the blue sky in the distance, "I'm not nervous, I will try my best to win the game, so that everyone in the gate dare not underestimate me."

He has always wanted to prove himself, since the first time he appeared in front of all the disciples of Sanqingmen, the criticism and ridicule made him feel very uncomfortable.

Early the next morning, disciples of Sanqing Sect gathered at Qiankun Terrace.

The cheerful Jing Ci stood on the stage, happily announcing the matters related to the competition within the sect, "Today, we will hold a competition within the sect before the start of the Sword Spirit Competition. All interested disciples can participate, and standing The winner who perseveres on the stage until the end will represent our Sanqingmen to participate in the Sword Spirit Competition."

As soon as this remark came out, the inner disciples who had heard it for a long time were shocked.

Giving someone other than the head of the sect the opportunity to participate in the Sword Spirit Competition is something that has never happened before, but everyone thought about it, no matter how you think about it, the other two elders have a better chance to compete with Qingxuan.

"That's not right, I remember that Elder Jingci died of the sword a few years ago, didn't he?"

"During the few days when the head of the sect was out of Xuanhuo City, strange lights often appeared at the front of the gate where Elder Jingci was. I suspect...he has reforged the sword and forged the spirit."

This decision was made by Jingci, and everyone naturally talked about him.

Meng Hongyi, who was crowded in the crowd, just listened to their discussion silently, trying to get some useful information from the chatter.

Jingci glanced around and saw that everyone was agitated, so she began to explain the rules of the game, "This game will be held in the form of offensive and defensive battles, with the sword spirit headed by Qingxuan as the defender, and others can directly challenge on the stage until In the end...no one can fight, the one standing on the stage is the winner."

As soon as the voice on the stage fell, the protagonist in the audience appeared on the stage.

"It's time to go up." Qingxuan dodged to Meng Hongyi's side at some point, took his fleshy little palm, and walked towards Qiankun Terrace.

When the rest of the disciples saw Qingxuan, they all consciously gave way.

Under everyone's gaze, Qing Xuan and Meng Hongyi stepped onto the stage step by step.

Qingxuan looked down at the audience with a natural deterrent force, and the wind of being the head of the sect was born spontaneously. The disciples in the sect who were still eager to try were suddenly guilty, and the heart of wanting to challenge on the stage was up and down.

Jingci at the side saw that the situation was not right, and said loudly: "Today's big competition is as far as it is concerned, and the sword spirits will not hurt their vitality when they compete with each other. You can try as much as you want."

Seeing that Jingci was so anxious to get people to challenge on stage, Qingxuan finally figured it out—he just wanted those disciples who were eager to try to be cannon fodder to go on stage first, and took the opportunity to consume Meng Hongyi's energy and spiritual power, and by the way, he could also figure out his strength. Fight in order to deal with it.

"I come!"

A strong man who was five big and three thick jumped onto the stage. The moment he landed, Meng Hongyi only felt that the Qiankun platform trembled three times. The tonnage of this man was really a bit big.

In comparison, Meng Hongyi looked even shorter. It felt like a tall human being overlooking the ants on the ground, who could easily crush them with his hands.

But...Meng Hongyi didn't show any fear or cowardice. He straightened his back and faced the burly opponent.

The man drew out a wide and huge sword, which was heavy just looking at it, not to mention that there was a string of iron chains attached to the hilt. Meng Hongyi felt that this could no longer be called a sword, it was more like a knife!

"Wanhao, please give me your advice." Wanhao plunged the epee deeply into the ground, and then saluted Meng Hongyi politely.

This behavior surprised Meng Hongyi a bit, rough men have their own manners.

Meng Hongyi looked at the brawny muscular body of the strong man in front of him, but he was still a little flustered. He was taken aback for a moment before clasping his fists in return, "Please advise me."

One second after a friendly greeting, the next second... Wan Hao quickly called out Jian Lingkui, and a vicious tauren stood in front of Meng Hongyi, which was very frightening.

WTF! ?

Meng Hongyi, who had done a good job of building up his mind, lost his mind the moment he saw the tauren. He never expected that the sword spirit would be a normal person.

"Kui, click as far as you can, don't hurt that little guy." Wan Hao saw Meng Hongyi's fat arms and legs, and before he left the field, he did not feel at ease and told him that it was the sword spirit in charge, so he didn't dare to hit too hard. hand.

The tauren Kui snorted arrogantly, and easily grabbed the huge sword stuck in the ring with his huge palm.

With a single sword straight down, a gust of hurricane rose up from the ground. The powerful pressure and deterrence made Meng Hongyi stand on the spot with trembling feet, unable to move.

And Qingxuan, who was standing under the stage, has been watching him silently, carefully observing his state, saying that he is not worried is a lie, the moment the giant sword fell, he was not calm.

Seeing Meng Hongyi standing there blankly, his panicked heart went straight to his throat.

If he was really hit...Meng Hongyi would definitely be distracted.

The spectators in the audience were even more nervous. They had all seen the strength of Wan Hao's sword spirit, but they never thought that Meng Hongyi, as Qingxuan's sword spirit, would be frightened and motionless. That would be...too weak.

"It seems to be over..." Wan Hao looked at Jian Luo and felt that the overall situation was settled. Unless the speed was extremely fast, it would be impossible to escape. He looked up and down Meng Hongyi again, who had short arms and short legs... How did you escape?

Just when everyone thought that Meng Hongyi was about to be defeated by one move, the situation turned around.

During these few days of devil training, Meng Hongyi did not suffer in vain. He took a very nimble step forward, sideways dodged the sharp blade, and then slammed Kui's chest heavily, causing it to retreat. three steps.

Everyone in the audience exclaimed that it was amazing!

Qingxuan, who was also frightened by watching, complained silently in his heart: What kind of heartbeat are you playing around!

Kui relied on the epee to stabilize his body, and rushed forward with a few steps.

And Meng Hongyi also quickly discovered Kui's weakness - too bulky.

A strong body already has a huge burden, not to mention dragging an epee, Kui couldn't run fast at all.

Meng Hongyi clenched his fists, ready to strike directly.

The distance between the two gradually shortened until it reached six feet. Kui suddenly threw the epee forcefully, and he controlled the direction by pulling the iron chain hanging from the hilt.

It was really a strange move by the sword, this action...Meng Hongyi never expected it.

If it were someone else, there would be no way to avoid it, but Kui met the very small and extremely flexible Meng Hongyi. He rushed down and slid directly under Kui's crotch, turned and stood up, and then rolled out a few palms in succession. Hitting Kui on the broad back.

Meng Hongyi's palm strength is not strong, but it is full of ingenuity.

The consecutive blows made Kui dizzy, and suddenly felt dizzy, and it couldn't find its way while holding the sword for a while.

And Meng Hongyi didn't make any more cruel moves, and directly led Kui to fall off the stage, and the first battle between sword spirits came to an end.

Wan Hao took back the epee with a dark face, and left silently.

In this battle, Meng Hongyi used at most five points of his strength, and did not consume too much spiritual power. In the final analysis, Kui was too clumsy, and there was a natural disadvantage in fighting him.

After seeing Meng Hongyi winning the first game so easily and quickly, the other monks who were ready to move fell into silence and hesitation. They silently compared the gap between themselves and Marriott's strength, and suddenly lost confidence.

In the final analysis... Everyone knew that Meng Hongyi hadn't tried his best, so naturally he was even more uncertain.

Jingci, who was standing in the lower corner of the stage, saw that the situation was not right. In his memory...Meng Hongyi was still a crying kid in Qingxuan's arms, and he had such strength after not seeing him for a few days.

This is enough to make him jealous.

"Then let's try it, old man." Hong Tuo jumped in front of Meng Hongyi unexpectedly, and stretched out his hands naturally, rubbing his soft face between them, "The little guy is very powerful."

Although Meng Hongyi has some impressions of Hongtuo, they haven't said a word to each other, so it can be said that they don't know each other at all.

This act of rubbing his face frantically on stage made him feel inexplicable, and he felt offended. At the same time, Qing Xuan who was standing under the stage also felt offended.

Hongtuo rubbed it for the last time reluctantly, then he retreated a few steps and called out his accompanying sword. The sword was very characteristic, the long sword was covered with crooked patterns, like intertwined Vines in general.

When the sword spirit appeared, the incantations on the sword emitted a strange brilliance, which was very eye-catching.

The girl had short gray hair that was neat and neat, and the same incantations were engraved on her face as on the sword. She looked weird but had a strange beauty.

"My name is Feng, please advise."

"I... My name is Meng Hongyi, please advise."

Meng Hongyi was so shocked by Feng's aura that he couldn't help but stutter when he spoke.

This is the first time he has seen such a special girl in this world, just like the characters in those hot-blooded comics have come out, obviously not real, but standing in front of him really, alive.

Feng's speed was extremely fast, he rushed to Meng Hongyi in the blink of an eye, and slashed at his neck with his sword without hesitation.

Qingxuan's reaction was even quicker. He slapped the Qingyuan sword with his palm, and the golden sword flew up to block the blow, while Meng Hongyi seemed to be inspired by the Qingyuan sword, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to hold it. it.

Meng Hongyi, who had never learned swordsmanship, was a little at a loss with a sword. Facing the continuous and menacing attack, he just subconsciously swung his sword to block, and his moves were haphazard.

This is a bit like punching the old master to death.

Feng's swordsmanship is unpredictable, and every attack is unpredictable, but Meng Hongyi just watched the direction of the last sword to predict the position, so the two fought evenly.

After all, Jingci still had bad thoughts.

He tucked his hands into his sleeves and secretly cast spiritual spells.

Meng Hongyi's gesture of drawing the sword was originally guided by Qingyuan, but after being disturbed by Jingci, he felt that his body was a little out of control.

Feng, who was always looking for opportunities, smiled slightly, and stabbed straight at his heart with a sharp sword.

Qingxuan in the audience also realized that something was wrong, he immediately reacted and searched for Jingci's figure, Jingci used her sleeves to cover her and cast spiritual spells to hide it from others, but she couldn't hide it from him.