No one challenged, no one answered.
The Yelun Fairyland has a special environment and rich cultivation resources.
It’s not that there are only a few people who are strong in cultivation.
However, from Yunzhifan to Zhaixingzi... they are all very representative.
They represent different classes and different levels of experts.
The appearance of Zhaixingzi was originally a step up.
If Meng Xinghe used his power to suppress others and used his realm to forcefully defeat Zhaixingzi, then there would be room for those who plotted in secret.
If Meng Xinghe restrained his realm advantage and faced it with head-on skills.
Then Zhaixingzi's swordsmanship, which was streamlined to the extreme but refined to the extreme, would give Meng Xinghe an extreme headache.
However, even so, Meng Xinghe still won without any doubt.
This leaves people speechless.
"Fighting with each other is nothing but a reckless act. We monks all attract wind and thunder, control water and fire, combine the power of heaven and earth, control the power of the sun, moon and stars, gather the five elements, distinguish yin and yang, control ghosts and gods, and understand the deep and mysterious... This talent This is the style of a true monk, this is the majesty of a true monk.”
"Meng Xinghe! You are just relying on the sharpness of the blade. Do you dare to put down the sword, practice magic with me, and bet your life?" A man wearing a yellow Taoist robe pointed at Meng Xinghe and asked loudly.
As soon as he said this, he immediately received a round of praise.
Of course, because the current Meng Xinghe is different from the past.
Therefore, a large number of fans spoke out to refute.
"It's a joke. Meng Shuai is already good at swordsmanship. It's not a wise man to sacrifice his strengths and weaknesses. Why do I want to compete with you in swordsmanship?"
"Yes, the sword technique is a technique for protecting the Dao, and the Dao technique is also a technique for protecting the Dao. If you take one, you can live forever. Why sacrifice the near for the far?"
"Meng Shuai! Meng Shuai... look at me! I'm going to give you a monkey!" A big man who picked at his feet screamed loudly.
Yu Meiqi seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said: "Asking him to give up his sword skills and start a martial arts fight... This is indeed a bit excessive, and our Yelun Fairyland is definitely not like this."
"Why don't you guys open a forum and try to find a way? How about Meng Xinghe still uses his sword skills to deal with it?"
Yu Meiqi's words seemed to be fair, but in fact she had revealed her selfish motives.
Everyone who understood understood it, so there was laughter all around.
"This...!" The man in the yellow robe froze.
But another voice came from the crowd: "As expected, it is the girl Huaichun who hates seeing her sweetheart suffer the most. Everyone knows that in the ring competition... those who are good at hand-to-hand combat are better. It is not that we don't have ways to deal with it, but if we use our innate spirit Protecting yourself with treasure fragments and using the power of Zhengxian Dharma... it would seem that we are too bullying."
The speaker's voice has obviously been specially processed so that no one can tell where it comes from and who is speaking it.
Of course, just because you can't find the speaker doesn't mean you don't know what position the speaker represents.
Far away at the top of a tall building in the city center, the mayor and Lao Meng gathered together.
Lao Meng stood behind the mayor like an old servant.
"These people...are really getting less and less motivated!"
"He actually got reduced to talking nonsense with a little girl."
"What if the opportunity to pull out the Menghan Sword is given to others? How can we break our fate and open up new opportunities if we cling to our weaknesses?" the mayor said.
Lao Meng just nodded and catered, seeming to have lost his opinion.
"But... Lao Meng, you do have a good grandson!"
"My little granddaughter was so bewildered that she actually spoke for him. This is not common." The mayor continued.
Lao Meng said hurriedly: "I have repeatedly warned Crossing the Galaxy, he will be measured."
The mayor smiled but did not answer, and the expression on his face was still unclear.
"Let's take a look first! Let's see how he makes a choice."
"I think it will be clear after today whether he is qualified to pull out the Menghan Sword!" The mayor took the initiative to change the topic and then said.
Lao Meng lowered his head and stood behind the mayor, his expression not obvious.
He still seems to be an obedient and loyal servant.
It's just that... no dog that has eaten blood food will remain docile.
Meng Xinghe looked at the yellow-robed Taoist and then at the noisy crowd around him.
He already knew the truth about Ye Lun Immortal Realm from Lin Xi's feedback.
Therefore, in today's battle of martial arts, he must always win, and win beautifully and gloriously.
He wants to leave an indelible image in the hearts of everyone who has a dream after today.
"Okay! Let's fight with each other!"
"Let's set up a stage!" Meng Xinghe said this, and the yellow-robed Taoist's face revealed a look of surprise that his trick had succeeded.
When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, he thinks he has no talent or strength.
But when it came to fighting in the altar, he had encountered opponents among the monks of similar cultivation levels in the Yelun Immortal Realm.
What's more... once some things become complicated, there will be more room for maneuver.
For example, there can be subtle differences in the materials used for fighting.
The yellow paper used to write the talismans, the cinnabar used, the blood of spiritual beasts used in various combinations, etc. can all be manipulated.
In ordinary monk fighting, you just have to use whatever means you have.
Using true energy as a guide, drawing talismans in the air, and performing spells in conjunction with spells, that was the norm.
But a serious fight requires more attention.
Naturally, the spell cast in this way will be more powerful.
But strictly speaking, it has little practical value.
Soon, the two altars were raised.
Each altar is nine feet high.
Made of dragon-subduing wood,
On the altar, there are incense burners, flags, candles, yellow paper, incense, bells, wooden swords, straw men, blood of spiritual animals and other sundries.
How to use it depends entirely on the choice of the practitioner.
Meng Xinghe landed on the altar.
Looking at the things placed on the table, a sarcastic expression appeared on his face, and then he flicked his long sleeves and swept away all the miscellaneous bits and pieces.
"Meng Xinghe! For the sake of fairness, we all use spell-casting media of the same material. If you want to use the tools you have prepared, it is not impossible... but in this way, the outcome is hard to say." Huang When the Taoist priest saw Meng Xinghe clearing away all the items on the table, he immediately spoke.
Meng Xinghe said: "I won't use anything to fight with you from a distance. Just come, if you win, you win."
Taoist Huangpao didn't feel ashamed and agreed directly: "Okay! This is what you said. If you lose... don't regret it."
After saying that, he took the three pillars of incense in his hand, kowtowed to the Patriarch of Sanqing, and put the incense into the incense burner.
Then he held the Lingfeng pen, which was stained with the dragon's blood, spread out the yellow paper, and used the pen to move like a dragon or a snake.
Before the talisman took shape, dark clouds gathered above the head, and there was faint lightning, which merged into the yellow talisman, rendering the originally yellow talisman paper colorful.
"Shangqing Zhijing Xuanxiao Thunder Talisman!"
“Please taste it!”
"go!"
As soon as the thunder talisman was completed, Taoist Huangpao threw the thunder talisman towards Meng Xinghe.
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