"Have you heard Meng Yun talk about his past?" Ye Yiming leaned over to Wang Lun and asked.

"I'm also very interested, but he kept silent. Later, he couldn't help but ask the dean, but he didn't expect that the old guy would actually fight me! He said something about the battle in troubled times, only Meng Yun was upright... After that, he didn't say anything, and it was disappointing..." Wang Lun held his sword and looked at the crazy Taoist man gnawing chicken legs opposite him in disgust.

"Meng Yun is so strong?" Ye Yiming stopped chatting. He originally thought that he had concealed the acquired strength of the human level and was already a rare master in the same age group. He didn't expect that Meng Yun would take action, and the spear swept across the spear, and actually cut white marks on the ground of the fighting platform. The martial arts arena at the foot of the sacred mountain is extremely solid. The heavenly masters fought for life and death countless times, and they could not break a piece of the floor tiles on the platform. Now Meng Yun can leave white marks on the ground, at least the strength of the ground level. Jin Lin, who was about to take the stage, couldn't help but shrink his neck.

Meng Yun's strength was unexpected, and Nan Jiu's strength was also unreasonable. He was over ten years old and broke into the earth level. The end of many people's hard work in their lives was just the starting point of these geniuses. The so-called geniuses are always easy to make people despair!

Just when everyone was lamenting the injustice of the world or envious of these two geniuses who came from somewhere, Meng Yun's spear had already penetrated Nan Jiu's chest.

Except for a few strong men who were originally strong, most of them were stunned. The battle between dragons and tigers did not appear? This battle was too casual.

"I am worthy of being my brother. Even if I don't use a sword, I'm much better than the mediocre things in the audience!" Nan Jiu grinned, as if he was very happy. Because of his red robe, he couldn't see whether he was bleeding, but there was no blood on Meng Yun's silver-white spear.

"I haven't seen each other for some years. Without my supervision, you have not lost your practice!"

Meng Yun took back the spear, Nan Jiu turned into light smoke and dissipated, and then condensed beside Meng Yun. The first one condensed was the long sword, and only half of the handle, so he stabbed Meng Yun unyieldingly, ignoring the long sword that was rushing to the door of the face. Meng Yun hit the tail of the gun with his left hand, and the long spear passed quickly with his right hand. When he was about to escape, he grabbed the tail of the gun. The long sword was only a short distance from Meng Yun's nose. Meng Yun seemed to be doing meaningless things. The spear stabbed in the air, and the tip of the gun was trembling. The sword was about to arrive. Meng Yun did not block or even dodge, allowing the sword to hit his face.

It seemed like a ridiculous drama performed in some place, the sword broke on Meng Yun's face, and there was no rippling on his face. The sword, along with a red-clothed sleeve that had just condensed behind, turned into pieces and fell to the ground, and even made a crisp sound, as if it was broken porcelain.

"Ha, why do you have to be so realistic?"

Meng Yun chuckled lightly, and with interest, he picked a finger broken on the ground with the tip of his gun.

"I thought you would have some other emotions? Your understatement made me feel very unfulfilled!"

Nan Jiu's voice came from behind Meng Yun, and the fragments on the ground turned into light smoke when they hit the ground for the last time and dissipated in the air. Meng Yun turned around, and Nan Jiu stood there, holding the sword backwards, with a hint of resentment on his face, like a child who was discovered after making a prank with someone he liked.

"You can't take my life away like this!"

It seemed as if he was discussing the belonging of something pleasant. Meng Yun's tone was plain and there was a smile on his lips, but the two of them were not here to reminisce. As they spoke, Meng Yun's spear had already stabbed at each other, and Jin Tie clashed. Nan Jiu used his sword to drive Meng Yun's spear and bullied himself, avoiding the advantage of the length of the spear itself. After getting close, the spear would become a little incapable of using it.

Meng Yun frowned slightly, and the spear was retracted when it was not allowed to be fired. Meng Yun held the front part of the spear and stabbed Nanjiu in a strange posture. Nanjiu retreated, and the sword was at the tip of the spear, and took advantage of the momentum to retreat. Meng Yun turned around and leaned back, kicked the gun at the tail of the spear. For a moment, the gun came out like a dragon, with a gun light, which was much faster than Nanjiu's retreat. At this time, Nanjiu had no choice but to avoid it. The sword body crossed to block the spear tip. When he first came into contact, the spear light passed through the sword without any obstacles, through his body, and then turned into light smoke.

Go. Meng Yun's spear didn't have time to return to defense. Nan Jiu had already appeared behind him. The sword was sharp and the sword energy was scattered, no longer as if it was previously playful. The sword appeared with a sharp murderous aura. In the flash of lightning, Meng Yun turned around and slashed the spear that was protecting his chest. With one blow, Nan Jiu did not pursue him. He took advantage of the momentum to retreat in the air, and then turned into light smoke to dissipate. Meng Yun also stood firm in time, but the audience behind him saw a shocking wound, blood flowing.

After Nan Jiu dissipated, he did not suddenly condense, as if there was only one person on the stage. Meng Yun stood there inexplicably a little desolate. He closed his eyes, blood was flowing on his back. In just a blink of an eye, Meng Yun chuckled and walked into the air, as if there was a ladder that no one could see, step by step, very steady.

Just as Meng Yun reached the third step, his body suddenly quickly rose into the air, turned around and came up from top to bottom, and the spear carried its momentum down, hitting a wisp of light smoke that had risen at some point. When the gun arrived, the smoke dissipated. The sword that was about to stab Meng Yun’s feet showed its true form, but could no longer complete the original plan. Nan Jiu, who was holding the sword, smiled and turned into light smoke and dispersed, and there was no trace of it.

Meng Yun did not rush to land when he came to the air, and Nan Jiu did not give him a chance to land. He was like a ghost. Nan Jiu, who had just lost his trace on the ground, had already appeared above Meng Yun's head. The angle came from a tricky angle, just where Meng Yun had no time to return to defense.

It seemed that Nan Jiu had expected his next plan. When the spear landed, he suddenly turned around with the falling force and barely blocked the sword. However, he also left a sword mark in the middle of the spear. In this way, the two of them were in a deadlock. Nan Jiu was in a ghostly figure and always attacked him, but his opponent seemed to have the ability to predict the enemy's initiative.

Meng Yun floated in the air, Nan Jiu appeared in each direction of Meng Yun, and then dispersed, just like countless Nan Jiu was taking action.

If you wait for a long time, you will lose it. Meng Yun is strong enough and has never been seized by Nan Jiu, but his spear can't hold on anymore. Not only intentionally or unintentionally, Nan Jiu seemed to have hit the sword mark on the previous gun body. The attacks fell on that place again and again, and the spear became a combination of a short spear and a short stick.

After the spear was broken, Meng Yun's defense was a little out of order. In a short time, three new wounds were left on the shoulders of the back, dripping blood. Everyone could see that it seemed that it was only a matter of time before Meng Yun's defeat.

After seizing the victory, Nan Jiu didn't seem to plan to end it like this, but he did not do any humiliation. He just looked at Meng Yun quietly, feeling a little excited.

"You and I met you when I was young. I followed you behind you. Since you were staggering and ignorant, I worked hard to practice. I had to recommend you, and I also entered the sacred mountain the next year. Then you offended the young son of the old monster in the back mountain. Your master ignored you. I knelt in front of the master's door for three days and three nights, and finally asked him to wipe his face and ask the Lord of God to save your life!" At this point, Nan Jiu was in tears, like an abandoned child. After crying for a while, Nan He shouted at the top of his lungs: "But what about you? What a young man who was so energetic at the time! When he was taken out of the death cell, his limbs were still there and his skills were preserved, but you seemed to have lost your soul! I think you would be better than die than to die, but I couldn't do it?! I saw you a few days ago, do you know how happy I am? I thought you were back! I didn't expect you to be so cowardly, and the long sword that was precious before had no courage to take it out!"

At this time, Meng Yun also fell to the ground, with a short gun supporting his body, half kneeling on the ground, listening to Nan Jiu's words, a bitter smile on his lips.

"I used to be a genius, thinking that this world could stand in the world by relying on strength, talent and character. I didn't expect that there was something like a background in the world. People who were inferior to me could bully me like looking down at an ant! Just like you lost your faith, I also lost it, and at the same time I lost hope. Until that day, the dean told me that he had everything, I suddenly realized. The dean was just alone..."

"You have found your hope, what about mine?"

Nan Jiu roared wildly and told all the depression in his heart, thinking that Meng Yun would comfort him, or at least feel a little guilty. But he didn't expect that he would only have his own gains and losses. Perhaps because in recent years, Nan Jiu has been in his own world for too long, thought about too much, and cannot get away from his depression and thoughts, and his heart is unbalanced. Now there is only destruction left in his heart, destroying the man in front of him.

Nan Jiu's body turned into Qingyan again, but it did not dissipate, but condensed together, forming a erratic human nature. The strong anger rushed towards Meng Yun with murderous aura, and for a moment he couldn't open his eyes. At the critical moment of life and death, Meng Yun pinched the half-short gun in his hand, turned into a sword, and the head of the gun became the sword body. A familiar sword technique was used. Qingyan and the broken gun collided with each other, and then retreated violently, condensed into Nan Jiu more than ten meters away from Meng Yun. At this time, his face was pale, and there were faint blood marks on his heart.

If he had retreated for a moment, he would have been pierced through his heart at this time. Even if he did not die, he would have been seriously injured and would have been lucky. He was just a minor injury at this time, but it was a lucky thing, just because he was too familiar with this sword technique.

"Hahaha...come again!" Nan Jiu's eyes lit up, and he yelled and rushed forward again!

The two of them crossed. After Nan Jiu defended with all his strength, he found that he was not as stressed as expected. Although he had, he was not strong enough. Did he become stronger? Nan Jiu turned around in confusion, Meng Yun stood there, with his back facing away, holding his right shoulder with his left hand, without looking back, and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Haha...I lost, I'm embarrassing you! Dean..."

Meng Yun jumped off the ring, still holding his right arm with his left hand, and then turned around and smiled at Nan Jiu.

The mad Taoist looked at Meng Yun and grinned, because there was still a piece of meat in his mouth. He replied in a vague way, not hearing it clearly, like some meaningless syllables, but it was also considered to have been sent to Meng Yun. It was just like deliberately preventing him from continuing his life in drinking and meat, and a voice rang out in time.

"Hey! Crazy old man, do you still want people in the Cathedral? Like me!" Nan Jiu asked. He just saw Meng Yun put down his left hand, his hand was covered with blood. He remembered that when Meng Yun's spear was just broken, he left several sword wounds on him, and his right shoulder was one of them. Nan Jiu understood that he had not won, and more importantly, he had already used the sword, right?

"No! I'm tired enough to teach the three bastards. If you are a monster like you, you can't stand it just by just some noise." The mad Taoist almost jumped up. Although the people in the Shenshan made considerable compromises because of his strength, if he dared to rob the first disciple of the Shenshan Precepts Hall, someone would probably come to talk to him every day.

The most embarrassing thing at this time was the people of the Wudao Academy. Although Nan Jiu fought on their behalf and won, he had just said that he was from the sacred mountain. The most important thing was that the discussion had just ended, and now he was going to join the sacred mountain. This was like a loud slap in the face, but they had no choice, because he just said that he was from the sacred mountain.

"I will let you agree!" Nan Jiu returned to the sheath of the long sword, stepped on the air with his feet, and left the fighting arena directly from the air.
Chapter completed!