Immortals come on the moon

"You can't, you can't, do you need a reason?" Meng Qi said, "We'll talk about it when you can beat me."

Song Minhuan wanted to remind Meng Qi that in the last Zongmen Grand Competition, it was Zhuang Li who defeated her and took the first place.

But according to Meng Qi's eldest lady's temper, if she said it, she was courting death, so he didn't say anything.

"Let's go, let's go to the training ground first."

Every time there is a teleportation mirror passed to a group of elders, this time Shen Yingxue also came, but Shen Yingxue was not with the group of elders, he went to find Meng Yujin alone.

"You two apprentices get tired of being together all day," Meng Yujin said casually, "This development is the same as that of Feng Yi and Rong Yu back then."

Feng Yi and Rong Yu were a famous Taoist couple back then.

Shen Yingxue looked down at the teleportation mirror: "The things between the two of them can be handled by themselves, and I won't interfere."

Meng Yujin: "They are still young now, and it is inevitable that they will have other thoughts when they get along day and night. As a master, you should make this clear to them in advance."

They are in high positions, and they have seen too many things that turned against each other after becoming Taoist couples, separated the two parties, and hated each other. Sometimes it is correct to have an appropriate distance, and it is not a good thing to be too close.

Shen Yingxue nodded, "Now that Zhuang Li finally has a good impression of his senior brother, if I say it's inappropriate at this time, the two of them are getting closer now, and Xi Huan feels pity for Zhuang Li, let's see after a while .”

At this time, Shen Yingxue didn't know what a big mistake she had made, and she would deeply regret this decision in the future.

Meng Yujin glanced at him, but said nothing.

In the training ground, the first match was a disciple of Lianhuafeng, and that disciple chose Meng Qi without hesitation.

A disciple challenged up to three times, and Meng Qi didn't refuse. He didn't refuse to challenge because the other party's cultivation level was obviously much lower than hers.

Meng Qi stepped onto the stage, and the disciples of Lianhua Peak were all cheering for her.

"Senior sister, come on, kill him!"

"Qiqi hurry up, kill their spirit of Lianhuafeng! Dare to be the first to pick you, it's courting death!"

"Come on Qiqi!! I won't let you kiss me again after I dare to lose!!"

A group of Lianhua Peak disciples:?

A group of Lianhuafeng disciples: These shameless and skinless licking dogs

A group of Long Huafeng disciples: I vomited

A dark red long halberd appeared in Meng Qi's hand. She had long hair and high beams, a tall and straight figure, and her whole person was heroic. When she held the body of the halberd, it was like a sharp blade knife.

The tip of the knife pressed straight towards the opponent, exuding a red lotus-like coercion.

The disciple of Lianhuafeng was gone after three moves in Meng Qi's hands. Meng Qi picked up the halberd, picked up the collar of the disciple and threw him back to the disciple of Lianhuafeng.

Meng Qi bared his white teeth, and the coercion on his body disappeared instantly, "Anyone who dares to challenge me, come on."

A group of Lianhuafeng disciples: "..." It's too deceiving!

Zhuang Li moved his fingertips.

Song Minhuan next to him was a little speechless. He felt that Meng Qi had the potential to force the king, but he was indeed very powerful. He asked Zhuang Li, "Do you want to challenge her?"

Zhuang Li: "She seems to have become stronger."

There are other reasons that Zhuang Li won't say.

In the next few rounds, they challenged Meng Qi, and in the last round even most of the disciples from Lianhua Peak played together, and they were tied with Meng Qi.

There is no requirement for one-on-one competition, a group of people can challenge the same person, as long as the other party accepts.

Zhuang Li also won all three games.

Song Minhuan had accepted the challenge in the first two rounds. There were people from all peaks looking for him to challenge, and they all looked a little familiar. The two teenagers seemed a little awkward, they didn't hit him twice, and they blushed.

He's a little weird, but he's won anyway, and it's his turn to challenge in the last game.

Song Minhuan stood on the test platform, facing Long Huafeng's disciple, and said with a smile, "I want to challenge all of you."

He didn't speak loudly, but when he said those words, there was silence all around.

"Is this kid crazy?"

"Want to be in the limelight and want to go crazy??"

"Could it be that he wants to avenge his junior brother, this kid is too vengeful."

The elders surrounding the teleportation mirror were also a little surprised, and one elder said: "This is Shen Yingxue's apprentice...you are worthy of being his apprentice."

Back then, Shen Yingxue challenged the talent of each state on the ninth floor alone on the nine-story holy pagoda. He became famous in the first battle at that time, and was famous in the Twelve States of Jingzhao when he was young.

Not only them, Shen Yingxue was also a little surprised, Meng Yujin who was next to him saw it, and asked him, "Did you teach this?"

Shen Yingxue shook her head: "I don't need to ask them about their daily cultivation, and I'm also a little curious about how he will win in a while."

Meng Yujin: "This kid is good at talismans and formations. He has been with me for a while before, and he is very talented in this area."

Having said that, it is not easy to win.

Zhuang Li at the bottom glanced at Song Minhuan on the stage, and then lowered his head to think about whether his spirit stones were enough to replace the top-grade wound medicine.

He still has to watch, if Brother Cheap is killed, it may be very troublesome.

"Come to make a bet, bet on which side will win, buy it and let it go, Long Huafeng and Lin Huafeng will face off, let's take a look."

Meng Qi drew a line on the table, and poked Zhuang Li with his long halberd: "Little Zhuangzi, come and place a bet for your senior brother, I guarantee that you will get nothing back...ah no, I guarantee that you will double your profit."

Zhuang Li ignored her, took out all the spirit stones and put them on Lin Huafeng's side.

"It's easy to cheat fools out of money these days, as long as you have a senior brother who protects you..."

Meng Qi bared his teeth, and pulled all the spirit stones to the middle of the table.

Long Huafeng's disciples were all mocking. They had the opportunity to clean up Song Minhuan, so naturally they would not miss it, and they all came up together.

Song Minhuan on the stage clenched his long sword and said in a low voice, "Shitou, are you ready?"

The tip of the stone's sword moved slightly.

The so-called way of swordsmanship uses the sword as a medium, using the spirit of heaven and earth to gather spiritual energy on the blade, gather energy together, and then unleash the greatest power.

There are not many things that can be cut by ordinary swords. If you practice swords to the point of borrowing spirits, you will be introduced to the way of swordsmanship. This is also the most difficult thing. It is inseparable from talent, perseverance, and luck.

Some people can't enter the way of swords all their lives, while others can realize it from birth.

If one learns to borrow spirits, even an ordinary sword can cut iron like mud, and an ordinary sword technique will produce ten times the usual effect.

After Long Huafeng's disciples came up, Song Minhuan pasted a piece of talisman paper on the sword, on which he drew the spirit-gathering formation. He still can't borrow spirits, but he can after pasting the talisman paper.

The pattern on the talisman paper gradually condensed on the hilt of the sword. At the same time, the dusty sword body suddenly emitted a burst of dazzling white light. Song Minhuan put his index finger on the sword body, and a faint light appeared in the air in front of him. Formation of white light.

"What is he drawing?"

"This move looks so powerful...it seems to be a fusion of talismans and formations."

"He fused the spirit-gathering talisman into the formation!!"

A group of Long Huafeng's disciples saw that the situation was not good, and attacked Song Mihuan one after another. Some used swords, some threw talismans, and some used all kinds of weird weapons.

Some even awakened their aura and attacked Song Minhuan with the spirit of weapons.

Song Minhuan blocked all those attacks while running around the training platform.

They didn't understand why Song Minhuan kept running around on the stage, seemingly out of order, but the elders outside the teleportation mirror could see it.

"This kid is setting up a formation. In such a short period of time, he actually set up a binding formation, and he didn't make a single step wrong."

Song Minhuan swept a stream of sword energy with his sword, and the white light created a double image in the air. He finally stuck the sword on the ground.

"Use the sword as a guide, use the spirit as an array, serve my God Lord, use this as a place of restraint, and open the array!"

Countless white lights spread out, and all the disciples of Long Huafeng on the training platform hadn't reacted yet, they only saw a blinding white light.Then there was a cage about five meters high in front of them. The cage was woven with white light, and they were all trapped in it.

All the disciples below were stunned.

Song Minhuan also struggled a little, a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, he put both hands on the hilt of the sword, his eyes curled together with a smile, "I won."

"Is the talisman so powerful?"

"The most powerful thing is the formation."

"It's people who are amazing."

Meng Qi, who only knows how to draw little yellow ducks, fell into reflection: "..."

Zhuang Li, who was going to collect his brother's body, said, "..."

A group of elders outside the teleportation mirror: "..."

"Shen Yingxue is really good at picking apprentices."

"The ones locked up are my disciples of Long Huafeng, a group of idiots, it's embarrassing."

Meng Yujin commented: "The reaction speed is very fast. Although there are still many flaws, it is already very good."

Shen Yingxue looked at the young man in the mirror, and heard Meng Yujin say: "However, this boy suddenly learned the talisman formation technique in the past few months. He has always been interested in swords before. It's like a different person."

Meng Yujin said lightly, "I've seen his soul, and it doesn't look like Duoshe."

"Your own apprentice, pay more attention to yourself, I won't help you investigate this matter."

Shen Yingxue: "..."

The Lingshi of Meng Qi in the audience made Zhuang Li win a large part, and his face was very ugly. Zhuang Li took away all the bets he won.

When taking it away, he still didn't forget to stab Meng Qi with a knife: "Didn't you say you would bet on him to win?"

In the situation just now, a fool would bet on Song Minhuan, okay? ?

A disciple of Lianhua Peak sneaked to grab Zhuang Li's pants, and Zhuang Li almost cut off his hand.

Song Minhuan untied the formation on top, and all of Long Huafeng's disciples looked aggrieved, but they were all disciplined.Before they left, they uttered harsh words, telling Song Minhuan to wait for their challenge next time.

"Okay, I'll wait."

Next came the competition of other disciples. Song Minhuan felt that his spiritual power was exhausted and his body was abnormally tired, so he asked Zhuang Li if he wanted to go back.

Zhuang Li got up and went back with him.

"I'll give you these two talismans, maybe they will be useful." Song Minhuan took two talismans and stuffed them into Zhuang Li's hands.

Zhuang Li looked at it, did not refuse, and gave Song Minhuan part of the spirit stone he won.

Song Minhuan was surprised: "This belongs to Meng Qi who won?"

"Be careful she beats you next time."

Zhuang Li didn't care, he glanced at him, and the two separated at the intersection.

Back in his yard, Song Minhuan collapsed on the bed exhausted. He felt extremely sleepy and fell asleep after a while.

He threw the stone aside, seemed a little anxious, and poked him with his sword.

Song Minhuan didn't respond.

There was silence in the room, and after a while, there was a figure beside the bed.

The stone didn't move for an instant, and lay down on the side, pretending to be dead.

Shen Yingxue looked at the boy sleeping on the bed, a white light came out of her palm, and she gently placed it on the boy's forehead.