Faced with the young man’s doubts and temptations, Li Mengzhou said calmly: “Our boss has indeed broken into the realm of inheriting the art, but who told you that there is only one monk in inheriting the art of inheriting the art of Yeskull Mountain?”

The young man said: "It is exaggerated to be able to produce a monk in the small Yeshu Mountain. Is it because the master himself comes from the Practice Mountain Gate? These things are recorded in Xuanzhengsi. Do you think Yeshu Mountain has the ability to hide from Xuanzhengsi's eyes?"

Li Mengzhou sneered quietly and said, "Your words also reveal your inattention to Yeshou Mountain. Xuan Zhengshi would not take the small Yeshou Mountain seriously. Naturally, it is impossible to pull out many hands to stare at Yeshou Mountain at all times."

"I joined Yesku Mountain shortly after I joined Yesku Mountain, these people who followed me were enough to prove this. Because I have the strength, I have a certain status in Yesku Mountain. Do you think Yesku Mountain will obey the orders of outsiders at will?"

The young man frowned.

He had never paid attention to Yesku Mountain, and Xuan Zhengshi only investigated it occasionally, and it was impossible to focus on Yesku Mountain. Moreover, the scene in front of him was indeed a good proof. He did not think deeply, but he had already believed Li Mengzhou's words in his heart.

"Your Wild Skull Mountain has not been wiped out, so you should be content with yourself. There are too many forces in the world that can easily crush you, let alone in the court. The carriage is sitting at the Chief of the Censorate. Can you Wild Skull Mountain bear this pressure?"

With this thought, the young man naturally continued to think about this idea.

He felt that the bandits in Yesku Mountain did not know who was sitting in the carriage, otherwise they would never dare to block the road and jail.

Of course he didn't know that Li Mengzhou took action because he knew who was sitting in the carriage.

So Li Mengzhou did not respond to the words of the young man.

Because he miscalculated the cultivation level of a young man, Li Mengzhou continued to hide his identity in his words. He was not absolutely sure that he could kill the young man.

But if Li Mengzhou withdrew because of this, he would be very unwilling to accept it.

According to normal logic, when the young man said this, ordinary bandits would naturally be frightened and retreat in panic.

If it does not retreat, then there will be problems here, and there will be loopholes in Li Mengzhou's pretending to be concealed.

But Li Mengzhou didn't want to retreat.

Even though he knew that doing so would be suspected by the young man, Li Mengzhou did not want to go against his original intention and make concessions.

Take a step back and the sea is wide and the sky is wide.

Although this sentence is very suitable, Li Mengzhou can still look for another opportunity, but he plans to take a gamble.

"We have killed a few of your guards, and you have also killed many of us. If I retreat obediently, will you really be willing to let us go?"

Li Mengzhou said this according to the thinking of a young man, which naturally could greatly avoid the issue of exposing his identity.

The young man did not doubt it, because smart people could think of this.

Even if the bandits in Yeskull Mountain really retreated at this time, they had attacked the Censor Zhongcheng's carriage and horse, so they naturally could not be safe afterwards.

Thinking of this, the young man stopped saying anything, held the sword in his hand tightly and walked towards Li Mengzhou step by step.

"It is natural that it is impossible to try to attack and kill the imperial officials. Nothing happened. Your Wild Skull Mountain will be destroyed because of this. I think you know this well, so I will be more sincere. Just leave you all here."

The young man approached Li Mengzhou and said, "Cultivation is a very time-consuming thing. You may not be old, but being able to have the current cultivation level is rare and valuable. If you can enter the mountain gate, you may be trained by the focus, but you choose to go into the mountain to become a bandit. I have to express a little regret and pity to you."

Li Mengzhou smiled and said, "There are many stages of life, and you need to make many choices. Why bother to worry? No path is wrong. It depends only on the reason why you chose to take this path at that time. Practice itself is breaking worldly rules. It is not just a way to go into the mountain gate. If you are bound by rules, it is not a practice."

But these words are reasonable.

Following the former path may be easy in the early stage, but in the end there will be restrictions.

Creating a new path of your own may be difficult in the early stage, but it does not mean that you will not reach the peak in the end.

Li Mengzhou once thought about this question very seriously.

Instead of walking the path other people have walked.

It’s better to take a path that no one has walked.

That is the way that truly belongs to him.

Jiange has the Jiange's sword path.

Jianlu also has the sword path of Jianlu.

The Sword Academy naturally also has the Sword Academy’s sword path.

And those sword cultivators who are wandering in the wild have their own paths.

Although Li Mengzhou worshipped Ligong Jianyuan, he might not have to follow the path of Jianyuan.

Every sword cultivator in the world is heading towards the path of sword immortals.

But there is not only one way to become a sword immortal.

But there are thousands of them.

Only by walking out of your own path and cultivating your own sword path can you be the exclusive sword immortal.

Li Mengzhou's only wish to abandon the trivial matters of revenge is to become a sword immortal one day.

And he is the unique sword immortal in the world.

Li Mengzhou, who was trapped in thinking because of an inconsistency sentence, did not notice the young man's increasingly ugly face.

The young man has released his fighting spirit.

Although he did not think that a small person with a low-level cultivation could have any good performance, he was by no means ignoring him.

It is a ridiculous thing for a monk who inherits the lower realm to ignore a strong man who inherits the peak of his realm.

The young man was indeed as Li Mengzhou estimated later, his cultivation was not only the lower realm of inheriting the mind, nor the upper realm, but the actual peak of the artistic conception, and he was at the strongest level under the four realms.

Although Li Mengzhou has met many strong men, the young man in front of him is undoubtedly the one standing at the highest peak as the real enemy.

This is definitely not comparable to those assassins and Zhang Chong from the military headquarters.

Although the young man was angry, he was very calm on the surface and said coldly: "You are going to die, and you are still idle and stupid. This attitude towards death is worthy of admiration. I will try to speed up my sword and not let you suffer so much. This is the greatest preferential treatment I give you."

After saying that, the wind blew under the feet of the young man, and there was almost no distance left, and it was swept by in the blink of an eye.

A sword slashed towards Li Mengzhou's throat.

The air is thick, and there are bursts of people coming from the air.

Li Mengzhou came to his senses when the young man was talking, and secretly feared that he would fall into thinking at this time. Does this mean that he doesn't care about the other person in his heart?

But he knew very well that a young man was an opponent he could not easily defeat, and this idea was inexplicable.

The moment the sword is coming.

Li Mengzhou waved his sword to block it.

Then, he was shaken away by a huge force.

Li Mengzhou's back hit the ground heavily, and he felt that the whole earth seemed to tremble for a moment, and dust and snow shook out from the ground and then fell down.

Then Li Mengzhou quickly got up, his body looked a little stiff and his face turned red. He couldn't help but open his mouth and spew out a big pool of blood.

He was hunched over, holding a sword to support his body, not falling down, lowering his head, and breathing slightly.

The sword in his hand was not the Wuqing Sword, but the Zui Meng Sword.

His natal sword.

When he left Yesku Mountain, Li Mengzhou placed the Wuqing Sword because he knew very well that if there was any accident in the middle, the Wuqing Sword was the thing that best proved his identity as a disciple of Ligong Sword Academy.

The Zui Meng Sword has not been unsheathed yet.

The huge force should have been broken if it was an ordinary scabbard, but the scabbard of the Zui Meng Sword did not even have a scratch.

Li Mengzhou's focus is not here.

After personally experiencing the power of the young man, his face was a little pale and his brain was a little empty.

After a long time, Li Mengzhou came to his senses. He took a deep breath, barely suppressed the shock in his heart, and looked up at the young man holding the sword.

Inheriting the peak of artistic conception!

Only by entering the state of inheriting the mind can you perceive the state of others' practice.

But if the other party's level is much higher than that of himself, then before the other party takes the initiative to show it, it is like a layer of gauze covering his eyes, just appearing and unable to see clearly, and naturally he will not get the real feeling.

Now, the young man's cultivation level is truly placed in front of Li Mengzhou.

Li Mengzhou was shocked, but not afraid.

Perhaps he had too many fears and gradually became a little numb to this emotion.

Although he knew he should feel fear, the feeling was always dull.

He has been struggling in the dark for too long and has seen many of the darkest things in the world, so he yearns for light.

The capital city and Ligong Jianyuan helped him open the door in the darkness and brought him light.

He cannot feel fear in the light, and he can only understand this emotion through memory.

But that kind of memories will fade gradually over time and cannot be in the scene, so naturally they will not feel fear even more.

The young man was no less shocked than Li Mengzhou.

When he thought, that sword was enough to kill Li Mengzhou instantly.

Even a cultivator in Chengyi's upper realm will find it difficult to easily take this sword.

Why can a mere practitioner who inherits the truth still survive by blocking this sword?

Although Li Mengzhou vomited a lot of blood, it was far from what the young man wanted to see.
To be continued...