Zongwu: Multiple identities have been exposed

For a moment, the blood knife patriarch couldn't tell which figure was Mei Niansheng, and those figures were fake.

Immediately.

Mei Niansheng appeared in front of Xuedao Patriarch, who couldn't react at all, so Mei Niansheng slapped him several times on the face.

When Mei Niansheng's second disciple Yan Daping saw him, he jumped up excitedly and applauded loudly.

"Slap!"

The blood knife ancestor was beaten by Mei Niansheng, Mei Niansheng turned the sword in his left hand to his right hand, and he stabbed the blood knife ancestor.

Seeing the sharp sword attacking, the ancestor of the blood knife immediately became extremely sober. He blocked the blood knife in his hand in front of him, blocked Mei Niansheng's sword, and kept backing away.

But the defeat was over, Mei Niansheng took the sword flower in his hand and restrained the blood knife in the hands of the ancestor of the blood knife, only to see Mei Niansheng move his hand, the latter's blood knife went away unexpectedly.

"Okay, go to the sword pose." Yan Daping shouted excitedly.

The blood knife patriarch's eyes were full of shock, he kept backing away, hoping to increase the distance between him and Mei Niansheng, and at the same time hoping to return to his disciples, and fight against Mei Niansheng again with the blood knife in their hands.

But how could Mei Niansheng make him happy, he quickly swung the sword in his hand, and stabbed at the blood knife ancestor.

After all, the sword in Mei Niansheng's hand was faster, and in the blink of an eye, his sword pierced the shoulder of the blood knife ancestor.

The Blood Saber Patriarch not only did many evils in the Jianghu, but he was also extremely vicious to himself. He tightly held Mei Niansheng's sword in his hand, folded it hard, broke the sword in Mei Niansheng's hand, and then swung it out with his palm. Swipe to the right, bend both legs, change the steady footwork before, the person is like a thunderbolt, and quickly shoots towards the rear.

The blood hole on the shoulder has been bleeding, and even the yellow monk robe on the ancestor of the blood knife is covered with blood.

At this time, Mei Niansheng wanted to take advantage of the serious injury of the blood knife ancestor and shoot the latter to death.

Seeing that Mei Niansheng was about to approach, the blood knife patriarch quickly reached out to stop him.

"Hero Mei, even if you kill me, there are tens of thousands of Blood Knife Sect disciples behind me. Even if you can kill more than ten days a day, you still can't finish our Blood Knife Sect disciples."

Looking at the disciples of the Xuedao Sect behind the blood knife ancestor, Mei Niansheng's eyes were full of helplessness, he knew that what the blood knife ancestor said was true, even if he killed the disciples of the blood knife sect every day, he spent his entire life trying to kill them all. Can't finish these people.

It's better to scare the blood knife ancestor, as long as Mei Niansheng is still alive, the blood knife ancestor and the blood knife ancestor will not dare to harm Jiangnan again.

"you go!"

When the blood knife ancestor heard this, he was unambiguous, and immediately led his disciples away, intending to continue to stand on the top of the snow mountain, waiting for other opportunities.

At this moment, Lin Pingzhi, who was lying on a tree not far away using the turtle's breathing method, witnessed all this with his own eyes.

Just after the blood knife ancestor left, Mei Niansheng spat out a mouthful of blood, which surprised the three disciples who walked beside him.

"Master?" The three asked with concern one after another.

"It's okay, it's just that the internal energy is exhausted, I'll just take a rest."

The three of them supported Mei Niansheng and disappeared into the Meizi Lin, Lin Pingzhi glanced at Mei Niansheng, and he chased in the direction of the Blood Knife Patriarch.

An hour later, Lin Pingzhi reappeared in Meizilin holding a blood-stained sword.

After he recognized the direction, Lin Pingzhi followed the path that Mei Niansheng and others left.

After two hours of searching, at dusk, Lin Pingzhi finally found Mei Niansheng and the others.

Wan Zhenshan went down the mountain alone, Lin Pingzhi glanced at Mei Niansheng, watching the latter sitting cross-legged on a stone to adjust his breath, he quietly followed behind Wan Zhenshan.

Wan Zhenshan came to a cemetery, and he stared at those cemeteries for a long time without saying a word.

After a moment.

Two more people came down from the mountain, it was Yan Daping and Qi Changfa.

"Eldest brother, you are not on the mountain with Master, what are you doing here?" Yan Daping, who was behind him, asked Wan Zhenshan.

Hearing the voice behind him, Wan Zhenshan just turned his head slightly, but he didn't speak.

It seemed that there were some things that were not easy to say in front of the two juniors. Seeing that Wan Zhenshan was silent, Yan Daping continued.

"Brother, this time the master competed with the ancestor of the blood knife, and he was deeply injured."

"Looking at the appearance of the master, I'm afraid that the internal energy has been exhausted. Should we think of a way?"

When Wan Zhenshan heard this, he looked towards Yan Daping and Qi Changfa, he had a calm face, and even replied coldly.

"I think this is a good place to bury the master."

When Yan Daping and Qi Changfa heard it, they both laughed.

Hearing this, Lin Pingzhi, who was holding his breath, immediately shook his head, feeling that Mei Niansheng had taken in such three wolf-hearted disciples carelessly.

Afterwards, Wan Zhenshan and others walked towards the mountain.

Not far from Mei Niansheng, Mei Niansheng who was adjusting his breath suddenly opened his eyes.

Facing Mei Niansheng's gaze, Wan Zhenshan's expression changed, but he bit the bullet and asked Mei Niansheng.

"Master, there is one thing I don't understand. We have followed Master for more than ten years. Why didn't Master teach us such martial arts as Liancheng Swordsmanship?"

"The master didn't teach us the formulas of the mind, but just told us the name of the three swordsmanship. What's the purpose?"

Yan Daping and Qi Changfa also had the same doubts, they didn't say a word, and let Wan Zhenshan ask Mei Niansheng questions.

Mei Niansheng looked at the three menacing disciples, he stroked his beard, and immediately replied.

"The Liancheng swordsmanship can only be taught to those who can be taught."

When the leader Wan Zhenshan heard this, he suddenly became angry from embarrassment.

"Master, could it be that among the three of us, none of us can pass it on?"

Unexpectedly, Mei Niansheng gave a heavy "Yes", admitting that the three of them are not the heirs of the Liancheng swordsmanship.

Hearing this, Yan Daping and the others looked at each other in blank dismay, and couldn't believe their ears.

In the end it was the eldest disciple Wan Zhenshan who couldn't hold his breath, he immediately asked Mei Niansheng.

"Master, why?"

But Mei Niansheng just closed his eyes tightly and did not answer Wan Zhenshan's doubts.

Seeing that the master remained silent, Wan Zhenshan immediately asked: "Master, I heard that there is a secret treasure hidden in the Liancheng Sword Art, is there such a thing?"

"It's true." At this moment, Mei Niansheng already knew what the three people in front of him were thinking, so he replied immediately.

Hearing this, Yan Daping and Qi Changfa immediately showed faint smiles on their faces, and then they were controlled by the two of them.

"Master, does the sword technique we have learned match that of Liancheng's sword technique?"

Mei Niansheng still answered him in two words, "That's right."

"Since this is the case, then we want to ask the master for an explanation. We have been respectful to you for more than ten years, and we have never surpassed you in the slightest. Why does the master treat the three of us like this?"

At this moment, Mei Niansheng opened his eyes again, and he spoke slowly.

"There is no better way to know a son than a husband, and no better way to know an apprentice than a teacher."

"Master, why don't you want to pass on the Liancheng swordsmanship to you, but with your heart and character, you must not pass on the Liancheng swordsmanship."

Hearing Mei Niansheng's words, Wan Zhenshan couldn't bear it anymore, he immediately drew his sword and attacked Mei Niansheng.

Even though his internal strength was about to be exhausted, Wan Zhenshan was still no match for Mei Niansheng. As soon as he grasped Wan Zhenshan's sword, he kicked the senior disciple two meters away.