Surrounded by mountains, a lake is located in a depression of the terrain. The four people on the lake fought each other, the clothes flew flying, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, the sword light swept across the sky, and the water splashed into the sky. One of them was able to fight three against one, but he was able to do it with ease and did not fall behind.
More than 20 people in the mining team stood on the hillside, with a wide view of the blue lake and blue sky, overlooking the battle situation from a high position, exclaiming bursts of exclamation:
"What a master! This trip is really worthless."
"The book says that 'Pian Ruo Jinghong Wan Ruo Long' is not a nonsense."
Meng Xueli wondered: "This is a really nice fight. Why can't I fight like this?"
He is very self-aware, and in the pictures of his own actions, the enemy or teammates will only feel cruel, violent, and terrifying, far from the words "beautiful and moving" and "pleasant to the eye".
"Battles are not for looks. Each faction has its own advantages and disadvantages. Besides, I think you are very good." Ji Xiao is also willing to explain the doubts of the little daoist: "They play in the arena."
One-on-one in the ring, and thousands of eyes staring at the two people off the stage. The trajectory of the sword light must be smooth and smooth, and the movements and movements must be flexible and elegant, in order to meet the aesthetics of practitioners.
Before the disciples of the sect went down the mountain to travel, they were tempered in such a one after another arena. In short, no matter whether you win or lose, you can't make a fool of yourself or make any rude tricks. If you learn from the same family, you should also pay attention to the point and stop, and you can get more applause and applause.
For example, Yu Qishu, not long after he entered the Taoist practice, was fooled by his senior brother. He played more than 20 arenas in Yanjianping in Hanshan, and he will fight more in the future.
Meng Xueli was in a good mood when he heard his apprentice compliment him.
Between the splashes falling, Meng Xueli could clearly see the clothes of one of them: "It's really a Hanshan disciple, but I don't know him."
Before he could finish his sentence, he heard someone on the lake shout: "Cui Jing, let's stop fighting. Some people are coming, and there are many of them, so we will lose both, so we can catch them all!" There were more than 20 people on the hillside at the same time, and it seemed at first glance Loud. During the battle, the four were unable to distinguish between them, so they thought they were strong enemies.
Meng Xueli thought for a while: "The name sounds familiar."
Another person shouted: "Cui Jing, I count three, how about we stop at the same time... What are you doing, don't you understand human words!"
The young swordsman named Cui Jing was indifferent, and his sword stance grew faster. Wherever the sword light passed, it burned like a blazing flame, and the lake water evaporated instantly, turning into white mist. He splashed water and flew, his face shrouded in smoke, he couldn't see his expression clearly.
Everyone in the mining team exclaimed again, and suddenly someone asked, "Red Fire Sword? Is he Cui Jing, the head disciple of Hanshan?"
Meng Xueli suddenly realized, and shouted to the foot of the mountain: "Hey, the three of you, it's nothing to bully the less."
Ji Xiao: "It's all right, he can handle it." The other party wanted to retreat, and the sword lost its edge. In Ji Xiao's eyes, this victory is already divided.
But Meng Xueli's words were only out of his mouth, and the silver light of "Baiyin Baidai" flashed, and his figure was already at the foot of the mountain, like a water bird spreading its wings, flying over the reeds by the lake in an instant.
Ji Xiao smiled helplessly, and everyone in the mining team shouted and applauded when they saw this.
Wang Xiaohua and Li Shunqi also hit the beat and shouted an impromptu jingle:
"Brother Meng is invincible and invincible, number one in the world! Brother Meng rushes forward and is full of energy!"
"Everyone shouted slogans, Brother Meng is even more powerful!"
The four people in the lake had never seen such a formation before, and they were obviously shocked, and the rhythm of the battle was suddenly chaotic. The sword qi is messy, the body is out of order, and the pleasing beauty no longer exists.
Meng Xueli heard this, and felt very embarrassed, especially shameless.
He slashed with one sword, and the energy of "Baiyin Baidai" fell into the lake, causing a series of spray explosions.
Amidst the roar of water, someone on the lake shouted, "He's Cui Jing's helper! Let's..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and his body flew high and fell into the reeds. Meng Xueli picked up one person with one sword, and smashed three giant pits in the reeds by the lake.
Everyone in the mining team thought, as expected, the way of play is different, but Brother Meng is simple and efficient, and the battle is quick.
But the battle wasn't over yet, Meng Xueli was about to retire when he heard the gust of wind behind him. He subconsciously turned around, blocked with a horizontal sword, and slammed with swords. He finally saw Cui Jing's face behind Qingshuiwu.
The man's facial features were cold and hard, and his expression was indifferent.
Meng Xueli explained, "I didn't come to rob you. We still have to hurry."
Cui Jing didn't seem to hear it. On the hillside, Ji Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, frowning slightly.
Meng Xueli turned sideways to avoid, and let the other party do another move: "You are not my opponent. If you keep entangled, I will be welcome." He didn't know Cui Jing, and he took action today because when he was in Hanshan, the real person in charge was right. He was kind, kind and caring, so he wanted to reciprocate and take care of the apprentice in charge.
But since the other party doesn't appreciate it, he doesn't need to rush over there, just leave it alone and not interfere with each other.
However, Cui Jing's eyes lit up with fiery rays of light, and the sword's edge was brilliant, burning like fire: "Come."
Everyone in the mining team couldn't understand the situation, and someone dared to ask Ji Xiao: "Brother Xiao, Brother Meng helped Cui Jing, why did the two fight again?"
Ji Xiao: "Cui Jinglian's swordsmanship is strong when it is strong, and it opens and closes. He has only fought against three people, and he has reservations."
Some martial artists are belligerent, confidants are hard to meet, and opponents are even harder to find. Ji Xiao understands this feeling, but at this time, he feels a little unhappy. He said before that Meng Xueli had a chance to choose again. But if the little daoist really chooses someone else, can he accept it? It turns out that after love comes possessiveness, Ji Xiao thought.
Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and someone asked, "He or Brother Meng, who is more powerful? Can we help?"
Ji Xiao said something that no one could understand: "It's not a bad thing for young people to suffer a little setback." Besides, the little Dao Companions are measured.
Not long after, Meng Xueli's sword was pressed against the opponent's neck.
Cui Jing stood in a daze, as if he didn't want to believe that he lost, and he didn't seem to understand where he lost.
Cui Jing asked, "Who are you?"
This man was wearing a black cloak. Although he used a sword, his moves were not like a sword cultivator. There were more than 20 teammates behind him, shouting strange and neat slogans.
When did this person appear in the younger generation of the cultivation world? Before leaving, the master said that there are people outside the heavens and people, don't be arrogant and forget your shape. Is that what he meant
Meng Xueli: "Good-hearted people, passers-by, slanders, convince people with virtue."
He carried the sword and walked away, ignoring Cui Jing's stunned expression. The lake behind him was turbulent for a long time.
Everyone in the mining team cheered and surrounded him, walking away.
Ji Xiao said to Meng Xueli: "Do you think his style of play looks good?"
Meng Xueli nodded: "The red fire is burning, the flames are surging, it's a bit interesting." It's a pity that it's a bit flashy, and after three or five years of tempering, it will become a climate. If Ji Xiao had a spirit in the sky and saw Han Shan's younger disciples like this, he would not be disappointed, but he would still feel satisfied.
Ji Xiao: "I have something to do with the disciples, and I'll do it with others later. I'll go first." I played better than him, I'll show you next time.
Meng Xueli felt that the apprentice really needed to exercise: "Okay, I'll be watching to keep you safe. Is the master treating you? I've only beaten your junior brother Xiaoyu, but I've never beaten you."
Ji Xiao nodded obediently: "You treat me well, and I like you too."
Meng Xueli glared at him: "How do you..."
"I made a slip of the tongue, I'm sorry." Ji Xiao said immediately, "I've already apologized, so just pretend you haven't heard of it."
Meng Xueli's cheeks were slightly red, and the back of her neck was numb. She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell.
After the rain, the sky is clear and the sun is clear, shining through the dense leaves of the tall trees. Before you know it, the mining team's destination has arrived. The nearest teleportation formation was in a deep valley. It was a huge circular stone platform, engraved with complex formation runes and emitting a faint blue light.
When parting, everyone in the mining team was reluctant to part with mixed feelings, and they thanked them in turn.
Wang Xiaohua: "I'm waiting for a safe journey. It's all thanks to Brother Meng and Brother Xiao who are righteous."
Li Shunqi: "The great kindness and virtue can't be repaid. If I succeed in my practice in the future..."
Meng Xueli waved his hand: "You're welcome, you paid the protection fee and the jade talisman. We are a fair deal, and there is nothing to talk about in kindness or righteousness. I have one more thing to ask for your help."
He took out his storage bag and stuffed it into someone casually, "It's full of jade talismans and resources that I won, and I have to stay in the secret realm for a while, so you can help me register for points first. So many people, always Testify for me."
The crowd was shocked, and after a moment of silence, there was an uproar. The man holding the storage bag looked like he was holding a hot potato, his hands trembling: "I swear by the heart of Tao, I will live up to Brother Meng's trust!"
Everyone in the mining team swears.
Wang Xiaohua asked, "Ask Brother Meng's name taboo." Everyone only knew that the two were from Hanshan, and they didn't know whose name the score should be credited to.
Then they heard an incredible answer: "Changchun Peak, Meng Xueli."
Another moment of silence.
The three of Wang Xiaohua's team remembered that they met on the first night, and sat with each other by the stone pool to gossip and gossip together.
After the mining team left in a daze, the two diverted to the central city. Meng Xueli felt that she had accomplished a major event, and she was in a relaxed mood, humming a song while walking.
Ji Xiao said, "It's really easy for you to trust others."
Meng Xueli: "There are more than 20 of them supervising each other. Even if they really have bad intentions, they will fight because of the uneven distribution of spoils... Besides, I will convince people with morality and exchange sincerity for sincerity, so I won't misunderstand. If you don't believe it, let's fight. A bet?"
Ji Xiao smiled: "No need to gamble, I believe it."
They don't know that outside the secret realm, the disciples who retired from the competition a few days ago are discussing the issue in full swing. The question is "When a fat sheep is placed in front of you, do you slaughter or not?" Don't, the other way of doing things.
Some people think that the rules of the Secret Realm Big Competition are fighting and plundering, and it is understandable to kill them. Some people think that they must be careful, because it may be a "moral test". Make you lose confidence in your practice and lose hope for the future.
The disciple who supported the "moral test" faction said: "Our team actually met Meng Xueli, but the captain said that out of respect for Jianzun, it's better to let him go, so we pretended not to see him and avoided him. Let's go... I won't understand until I see you when I leave the secret realm that Meng Xueli let us go!"
The person next to him echoed: "Actually, if you think about it carefully, you will know, Jianzun Dao Companion, how could he be an ordinary person, would Jianzun like ordinary people? Be awake, a man is a talented woman, a talented man and a beautiful woman are reality, and a poor scholar marrying a princess is a waste. Marrying the Immortal Master, that's the story."
There are also people who find excuses for their failures: "Yes, he is the Dao Companion of Sword Sovereign, the dignified elder of Hanshan, and the current Peak Master of Changchun Peak.
Most cultivators have a "strong mentality" and respect the strong, and someone immediately refuted:
"That's a bad statement. When Jian Zun was alive, Meng Xueli grew flowers and raised fish in Changchun Peak. He didn't care about the world. He lived a good life. It was someone who was thinking about the 'Early Void' sword that forced them to come out and do it, he just wanted to keep the relics of his deceased husband, why did he say 'bullying the younger generation'?"
"Meng Xueli took the jade talisman, but he acted in a measured manner and never killed anyone. The so-called 'a sword matches a hero', even if the swordsman is gone, Meng Xueli should be worthy of this sword. In the end, we are not as good as others. Don't look for reasons, just admit it!"
Everyone chatted about Meng Xueli's legendary soldier called "A Century of Time", which was sent by Meng Xueli to be flexible and unstoppable. "Early Void and Boundless" should be matched with "Times and Ages". If Jian Zun is still alive, the two of Changchun Peak will be a match made in heaven, a pair of beautiful people. It's a pity that fate makes people, and the love is not long.
Suddenly someone said: "Don't you think, Zhang Suyuan and the three of them have a good life? After shouting 'protect the elders' and 'elders be careful', the score will drop us a lot!"
"That's right, even if you change three green-haired parrots, they will shout. I will serve Meng Xueli, but not the three of them."
"What can you do if you don't agree? Go to 'Hengtong Juyuan' to buy a peach blossom from Changchun Peak and try your luck?"
"It seems to be out of stock."
There is no debate on this point, and everyone rated Zhang Suyuan as "the best luck contestants in the history of the Secret Realm Competition".
But they forgot that the secret competition was not over yet. When the mining team comes out and tells about the ups and downs and wonderful adventures in the secret realm, everyone will know that there are people who are more fortunate. They don't need to be green-haired parrots, and they can make up rhymes and jingle to save their lives and money.
There were more than 20 people who testified together and wanted to score points for Meng Xueli. The captains of each faction were always in shock. They held a temporary meeting to discuss the matter.
Meng Xueli's score increased sharply, far ahead of others. At this time, there are still more than ten days before the end of the competition. If there is no accident, according to the score records of previous years, the leader of the competition has already emerged.
This news was spread to all parts of the world from the vast sandy Gobi Desert.
No one questioned: "Scoring for others? It's against the rules. If Meng Xueli can't come out, who's the score? Can you just erase it?"
But there are more disciples who object to questioning: "Can't get out? Don't be kidding, with Meng Xueli's ability, unless the secret realm explodes into the sky, he may not be able to get out!"
During this period, the Mingyuehu faction remained silent. Compared with the heated atmosphere of controversy, this silence was unusually alienated and even strange.
…
Secret Realm, Central City Underground Palace.
The corridors are long and winding, and the shark oil lampstand is dimly lit, flickering and flickering. It was a breeze driven by the mirage's breath.
Suddenly, the wind stopped, and the mirage's breathing stagnated. It opened its eyes and looked into the depths of the dark corridor.
The faint sound of footsteps came from the entrance of the underground palace, but it was not familiar, and the mirage was a little puzzled.
Except for that human race, no one or a demon has come here over the years.
The mirage is not very wise, it lives for a long time, but it is neglected in cultivation, and it does not even change shape.
It also doesn't like fighting and fighting. Like other big monsters, it grabs territory and becomes a king. It just likes to lie on the ground in a cool and dark place, and like to take a leisurely breath and nap. But its mirage comes with the breath, an innate racial gift. When the other big monsters saw the mirage, they always thought that it had the intention of attacking, so they attacked first, so that it hugged its head and fled for its life, hiding in the east and west.
One time, a gorgeous peacock flew into the mirage, was dazed for a moment, and rushed to the ground with a fierce momentum, and was about to smack it with its wings. Fortunately, it was stopped by the ferret on the peacock's back.
Ling Miner is white in body, and with a strong coercion.
Ling Diao said: "Forget it, it wasn't intentional."
This is the only big demon who has been wandering in the demon world for many years and understands it.
After signing a contract with the real person Jixiao, the mirage has a stable place to live, and is very satisfied with the current living environment: spacious, cool, quiet, and breathable.
Ji Xiao doesn't need it to be a battle beast. When the secret realm opens, there is Ji Xiao standing in the clouds overlooking it, and no one dares to make trouble.
But today seems to be different. With the chaotic footsteps getting closer and closer, it heard a cold voice again:
"This is a magic weapon given by a saint. It is blessed by the saint's magical powers. It is specially refined to deal with it. One can break the mirage, and the other can break the thunder and lightning! Everyone, take it and start according to the formation!"
The mirage's mind was running slowly, thinking blankly, who to deal with? What do you do
It has not yet thought clearly, and the surroundings suddenly plunged into darkness. Countless shark oil lampstands that never went out were extinguished at the same time.
In the next moment, a huge net that shone with cold light, like a star in the sky, was under the hood!
"Ow—"
The mirage ate in pain, raised its head and roared! In the secret realm of the vast sea, the sky is surging, the dark clouds cover the moon, and the rain is dashing!
The team that infiltrated the underground palace consisted of thirty-two people, and the leader was of the Theravada realm. They formed four circles, eight people in a circle, in a neat formation.
When the mirage was provoked, the eight people closest to it were directly shocked by its coercion, slammed into the stone wall of the underground palace, and fell to the ground, breaking the bones and breaking the tendons.
But I heard the team leader excitedly say: "The net is live, stand up! Close the net!"
The mirage wanted to chop down a thunder and lightning to warn Ji Xiao in the secret realm, but the net suddenly tightened, wrapped tightly, and the sharp mesh caught in its flesh. The mirage couldn't move, and it was frozen in a painful posture with its head raised and its tail raised. The dark red blood gurgled down from the gaps between its scales, and pools of blood pooled on the masonry of the underground palace in an instant.
The mirage's flesh was blurred, and it could only let out a low whimper.
The leader shouted again: "It can't hold it anymore, the crossbow is ready!"
Only then did the eight people in the outermost layer move, and the mirage heard the sound of the bowstring tightening, and his eyes showed a look of despair.
At this moment, a clear chirping sounded at the end of the corridor!
This sound was neither Feng Ming nor He Yi, it contained the coercion of the majestic demon clan.
All the bows and crossbows turned at the same time, aimed at the depths of the corridor, arrows swept across, and the sound of breaking wind was sharp and harsh.
The opposite side reacted very quickly, accompanied by the clear sound, the overwhelming blue demonic fire collided with the arrows, and the arrows vanished in mid-air. The crossbowman escaped a little later, was affected by the flames, and let out a mournful wailing.
Where the blue demon fire passed, the shark oil lampstand was rekindled, and the peacock also showed its shape—the wings of orange red and peach pink vibrated, undulating like waves, and the long blue-green tail feathers swayed, like a stream of light flying.
Fortune Zhongshenxiu, the most colorful, bright and magnificent colors in the world, all condensed on it.
The peacock spit out another demonic fire, its wings rolled up in a gust of wind, the fire was raging by the wind, and the underground palace turned into a sea of fire.
The peacock flew over the sea of fire, folded its wings and landed in front of the mirage. He turned into a young man with a bewitching appearance and a cold and arrogant look.
The mirage sensed the long-lost familiar breath, whimpered softly, and rubbed his horns aggrievedly.
Que Xianming scolded: "You are really useless, you can't even beat a few human races, waste beast! Shame of the big demon! Don't rub me again!"
He took his breath and extinguished the demon fire, and then helped the mirage to untie the net, took out a spirit grass, and said fiercely: "Eat! It's so useless, let's see if I won't poison you!"
The mirage's eyes were crystal clear, and tears were shed, but he didn't dare to resist him, so he had to swallow it obediently.
After the spirit grass entered the belly, it turned into bursts of warmth. The mirage's pain subsided, the wounds all over his body healed quickly, and the scales regained their luster, leaving only shallow traces.
Que Xianming said: "This is a thousand-year-old Qiongyu grass, I can't bear to eat it, you waste beast!"
The mirage lowered its head and rubbed against him again, as if it was boneless.
Que Xianming asked, "Who are those people? Why did they come to beat you?"
Mirage shook his head.
"One question and three questions!" Que Xianming pushed it away impatiently: "Where is Meng Xueli, you should know this? If you dare to shake your head again, I will slap you!"
The mirage really didn't have the strength to strike a thunderbolt, and he exhaled, with ancient, distant and complex syllables in his throat. With the level of intelligence of the mirage, it can only answer questions, and will not say anything other than the answer.
The same as the demon clan, the peacock can understand.
Then Mirage also asked him a question - "Why are you looking for Meng Xueli?"
Que Xianming's face was slightly cold, and there seemed to be a chill between his eyebrows: "The demon world has changed greatly, whether the King of Xueshan can take revenge on Xuehen, it all depends on this time."
The mirage didn't understand, and breathed slowly, the mirage turned into a scene, and bloomed flowers for the peacock.
The dark and cold underground palace changed instantly, butterflies fluttered, and flowers bloomed all over the ground.
…
In the secret realm, Meng Xueli and Ji Xiao were walking along the water, and Meng Xueli suddenly said, "Why do we have to walk?"
Ji Xiao smiled. He has always laughed recently, and sometimes he doesn't even know why he is laughing: "Then what do you think?"
Meng Xueli pointed to the sky: "Brother Meng, let's show you the stars."
Through the gaps in the leaves overhead, the night sky is full of stars, and the shredded Milky Way is like a streamer, straddling the ridges and rivers.
Ji Xiao: "The stars here are fake, Mirage."
"You can see fake stars, but you can't touch them. You can see real stars, but you can't touch them. Does it matter if they're real or fake? What's the difference?"
Ji Xiao asked, "Do you want real stars?"
As Meng Xueli disassembled and assembled "Times EMI", he casually replied: "You think you can have it? Can you fly up to the sky and take it off for me?"
Ji Xiao said seriously: "If you break the barrier of this world and fly up during the day, you can touch the real stars."
Hearing a "click", Meng Xueli put on a "bamboo dragonfly", raised his eyebrows and said, "Then I will wait, you will pick stars for me in a few hundred years, now, hold me tight!"
A gust of wind swept the ground, and "Times of the Century" soared into the sky.