In front of Tianchi Cliff.
Meng Ziliang looked at the people walking quickly from the mountain road. He turned around and put his hands behind his back, and then looked at the group of people with interest.
He swept his eyes over everyone's bodies one by one. The whole process was slow and meticulous, as if he wanted to keep everyone in front of him in mind.
Such a performance made Chen Hui on the side stunned.
When he saw his seven peak masters arriving, he almost subconsciously introduced them to Meng Ziliang.
After all, no matter which force in the Great Xia Dynasty, having the seven peak masters of Tianxuan Mountain appear together is a scene that is enough for them to take it seriously.
But when he turned to look at Meng Ziliang, he found that Meng Ziliang was just standing there calmly, without any excitement or any intention of getting up to greet him.
On the contrary, he is more like an elder, waiting for his junior to come to visit him.
This momentary illusion made Chen Hui feel incredible.
He cursed secretly that he was probably frightened and confused by Meng Ziliang's previous methods. Not to mention Meng Ziliang, who was not well-known in this world, even His Highness Prince Wu arrived at Tianxuan Mountain and faced the headmaster. He was so polite, but he had never behaved so arrogantly.
"Senior...these are the peak masters of our Tianxuan Mountain. The one in white at the head is the peak master of Tianxuan Peak and the master of Tianxuan Mountain." It was probably because of their previous interactions that Chen Hui Feeling that this senior with strange origins was not a treacherous person, he reminded him in a low voice out of good intentions.
In order to avoid being unhappy because of these etiquette.
But Meng Ziliang didn't seem to understand his kindness, and just nodded lightly at this moment: "Yes."
After saying this, Meng Ziliang said nothing and still stood there as he did.
Chen Hui frowned, secretly wondering if he should remind the other party again.
However, Yu Wenhan had already brought the peak masters of the other six peaks to Meng Ziliang.
Both sides stood still, but neither one spoke first, but continued to look at the other.
The expression on Meng Ziliang's face was calm and composed, not at all nervous, but just a little curious.
In contrast, the peak masters of Tianxuan Mountain looked much more solemn.
In particular, the five people except Mu Nanshan and the hooded Qingque Peak Master looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The two sides stared at each other for a long time.
Chen Hui, who was caught in the middle, was extremely nervous. He looked at Meng Ziliang and then at his fellow peak masters, secretly hesitating whether he should say something.
But then he thought about it, he was just an ordinary disciple, and if he spoke out rashly about matters between big shots at this level, he seemed to be overestimating his capabilities.
But just when he was secretly worried that the two sides were about to fight.
Meng Ziliang was the first to speak up and break the silence. He raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Do you plan to keep looking at me like this?"
As soon as these words came out, Chen Hui frowned.
I secretly felt that Meng Ziliang seemed to be a bit unruly.
Among the seven peak masters of Tianxuan Mountain, except for the junior uncle from Qingque Peak, the youngest among them is Xiu Chengjuan from Bailong Peak, but he is still in his forties, and Yu Wenhan and others are even in their sixties. Coupled with the identity of the master of Tianxuan Mountain Peak, why should they also be given an honorific title, instead of dismissing the most powerful group of people in the entire southern Xinjiang with just two words like you in the market place.
But what Chen Hui didn't expect was that none of the peak masters of Tianxuan Mountain showed anger at this time.
On the contrary, everyone trembled, and everyone headed by Yu Wenhan, under Chen Hui's horrified eyes, actually bowed to Meng Ziliang.
"The thirty-second headmaster of Tianxuan Mountain, Yu Wenhan, along with all the masters of the divine peaks, have met the Sword Ancestor!"
This scene nearly made Chen Hui's jaw drop. Of course, it wasn't just him. The fellow disciples and brothers who walked with him from the mountain gate around him also had their eyes widened.
You must know that the Peak Master of your own family just bowed to Meng Ziliang. It was a courtesy that a junior would give to an elder. Even when facing His Highness King Wu, as Yu Wenhan, he only had to bow to his peers. The gift.
Even before seeing this situation, Chen Hui and others had never thought that there were still people in this world who needed such a great gift from their head teacher.
Who is this Meng Ziliang?
Who is the Sword Ancestor?
Such questions inevitably emerged in the minds of Chen Hui and others.
But Meng Ziliang accepted this great gift calmly. He looked at Yu Wenhan and others, and his eyes moved away for a while.
Yu Wenhan was obviously nervous. He moved slightly, trying to block the master of Qingque Peak behind him.
This kind of behavior is somewhat childish, but it is just an act of self-deception in a panic and out of guilt.
Fortunately, Yuwen Han quickly realized this. He gritted his teeth and simply took the initiative to say: "Sword Ancestor, I know what you are here for today, but..."
"It's not urgent."
But before he finished speaking, Meng Ziliang suddenly interrupted him.
"Huh?" Yuwen Han was stunned.
But at this moment, Meng Ziliang focused his attention on Zheng Jingtong, the peak master of Liuhuan Peak.
"Where's the ring tone?" he asked softly.
Zheng Jingtong's body trembled and his face turned ugly.
The moment he saw Meng Ziliang's appearance clearly, Zheng Jingtong felt that something was wrong.
He never thought that the reincarnation of Sword Ancestor would be the young man in front of him.
His body was shaking constantly at that time, and he no longer looked as arrogant and arrogant as before. He didn't even dare to raise his head to look into Meng Ziliang's eyes. He just lowered his head and said tremblingly: "Sword Ancestor..."
"I really didn't know it was you at the beginning, that's why I let Suzune do that kind of thing."
"I also ask Sword Ancestor to forgive me. This is all my fault. Please Sword Ancestor not to anger Suzuyin!"
Chen Hui, who was around, saw this scene with a look of disbelief on his face.
As the peak master of Liuhuan Peak, Zheng Jingtong's cultivation and combat power can be considered among the best among the seven peak masters.
Looking at the entire summer, not many people can say that they can defeat him easily.
How could he be so afraid of Meng Ziliang.
"No problem." But Meng Ziliang waved his hand, blocking Zheng Jingtong's apology.
"I have been in Tianxuan City for more than two months. During this time, I have always wanted to see her and have some things to say to her in person. Unfortunately, she is busy with affairs and has never had the chance."
"Since you are here today, please help me bring the message to her." Meng Ziliang said lightly.
Zheng Jingtong was stunned. He didn't dare to refute even a single sentence. He hurriedly said: "Sword Ancestor, please speak. I will convey it well."
Meng Ziliang said calmly: "Back then, she was so eager for success that she took away my Transparent Sword Heart."
"The heart of the sword contains my knowledge of the sword for nearly a thousand years, which can indeed help her advance by leaps and bounds in the sword."
"But in the next few years, without the influence of the past thousand years of kendo experience, I was able to take a good look at my own kendo..."
"And then I found out."
"My previous knowledge of swordsmanship may have been wrong."
"Tell her for me that you can practice my way, but you can't fully believe in my way."
"Otherwise, it will be difficult to enter the Ten Realms."
