The battlefield was quiet. The hundreds of Jianzong disciples here were all shocked. They all looked at Meng Hao. Their expressions were incredibly unbelievable. Gradually, there was a strong sense of fear in their eyes. .
The realm of cultivation only respects the strong. Although Meng Hao is in the middle stage of foundation construction, but so cleanly defeated the cultivation of the late foundation stage of Dzogchen, this scene immediately formed a strong impression and turned into jealousy at the same time, Meng Hao also Won the respect.
No one spoke. The people here watched Meng Hao walk out of the battlefield, and saw that his face seemed a little shy at the moment, returning to Chen Fan's side.
Chen Fan stared at Meng Hao dumbfounded. After a long while, he smiled on his face and gradually burst into laughter. Perhaps his laughter broke the calm here, and there was an uproar.
"Who is this person!"
"In the middle of the foundation building, I defeated the foundation building Dzogchen. This kind of cultivation, this kind of combat power, is by no means an unknown person!"
"This... is still comparable to the Daozi of the various sects? The magical powers he used just now, I have some impressions, as if it were the Qingyun 19th beat of the Qingluo sect..."
When the discussion echoed, Zhou Shanyue looked pale, staggered back a few steps, and when he raised his head sharply, he stared at Meng Hao. This was the first time he looked at Meng Hao so seriously. Now, Chen Fan is what he needs to care about most, but now, his eyes show strong resentment and anger.
"You despicable and shameless fellow, you cheated!!"
"You know your own cultivation level, but you just pretend to be weak. You have to avoid fighting several times. You have to wait for this time!!"
"You are despicable and shameless to the extreme!!" As Zhou Shanyue gritted his teeth, the middle-aged Li walked out from the battlefield with a pale face. At this moment, he heard Zhou Shanyue's words, smiled bitterly, looked at Meng Hao's gaze, with Complicated, but also resentful.
At this moment, how could he still not understand that everything before that was done deliberately by the other party, but he thought that he had mastered the situation, but in fact, he was utterly uttered by the other party.
Especially when I thought that the spirit stone in my bet was not my own thing, but borrowed from the same people around me, and paid some interest when returning it, the monk surnamed Li became paler when he thought of this.
Meng Hao gave a dry cough, shyly, and said something.
"You have to compare with me." After saying a word, Zhou Shanyue's body trembled, and he was about to leave with a flick of his sleeves. As for the jade of protection, he had already been holding it in his hands, obviously he wanted to break his promise.
"Junior Brother Zhou, the stakes are small, but the face of the sword sect is big, you are going to regret it!" Chen Fan snorted and spoke lightly. As soon as the words came out, the cultivators of the sword sect all around looked at Zhou. Mountains.
They are disciples of the Sword Sect. They can be inferior to human beings, but the principles of being human are that they must abide by them when they enter the sect.
Zhou Shanyue was condensed by the gazes of hundreds of fellows, his complexion changed several times, and finally he stomped fiercely, enduring the heartache of a drop of blood, threw out the jade of the body protection, and sent a drop of blood, and his body turned into a long rainbow. Go away in an instant.
Before he left, he stared at Meng Hao firmly. The anger and stubbornness in this eye would kill Meng Hao more than a hundred times if he could kill.
Meng Hao gave a dry cough. He was familiar with this look. He was used to it. At the moment, he looked at the storage bag in front of the middle-aged Li, which contained hundreds of thousands of spiritual stone bets.
The monk surnamed Li was pale, and he couldn't imagine how he would repay the spirit stones in the sect in the future, especially when he thought that his creditors had hundreds of them, he felt black.
Chen Fan unceremoniously went up and took the storage bag away. The monk surnamed Li intentionally stopped, but he could only laugh miserably. When Chen Fan was about to return, Meng Hao coughed again.
"Brother, there is also a sword worth tens of thousands of spirit stones." How can Meng Hao forget this, because he cares about spirit stones, with his dreams when he first entered the sect, others can be forgotten, but spirit stones absolutely Can't forget.
"What about the sword!" When Chen Fan heard this, he immediately looked at the bloodless middle-aged Li, and raised his right hand in front of him.
The middle-aged Li surnamed with a bitter face, and silently took out a sword, his heart was already trembling, as if torn apart, when Chen Fan took the sword directly, as if he had taken away his beloved...
He raised his head and stared at Meng Hao, his grievances getting deeper and deeper.
"Extremely shameless!!" He gritted his teeth, flicked his sleeves, turned and had to leave quickly, he couldn't stay here anymore.
Chen Fan snorted coldly, took the trophies of the bet, and hurriedly left with Meng Hao, until they returned to the house, the two of them smiled.
"Little Junior Brother, we earned this time, but don't do this next time, it will be very dangerous, and you must be careful of his revenge." Chen Fan exhorted seriously.
Meng Hao nodded, knowing that Chen Fan cared about himself.
"Brother, I will take these spirit stones. As for the jade pendant, you can keep it." Meng Hao said with a smile.
"I don't need it here, you take it, you listen to the brother, you take all these, after all, there is a sect here, and everything is enough. As for this jade pendant... , I suggest you go back, after all, you will be a sect in the future." Chen Fan pondered for a moment before speaking.
Meng Hao persuaded a few more words, seeing that Chen Fan was very firm, so he didn't refuse. After putting away these bets, Chen Fan took out his drink. The two brothers and sisters talked about patrons while drinking.
Time passed quickly. A few days later, Chen Fan's master still did not leave the customs, but there were not many days before the Song family banquet. On this day, early in the morning, the bells echoed with Jianzong.
Under the mountain of Sword Sect, there is an area where disciples are forbidden to step in on weekdays. At this moment, there are several figures flying from all around.
Meng Hao was also among them, led by Chen Fan, and stepped into here.
As soon as it approached, Meng Hao saw a huge formation on the ground, with nine huge stone pillars erected around it. Not far away, there was an old man in a gray robe sitting cross-legged, motionless.
"That is the elder guarding the formation, specializing in guarding this large formation of the main sect that can be teleported over a long distance." Chen Fan said in a low voice, Meng Hao nodded, retracted his gaze, and after looking at the formation, he looked around again. .
In addition to him and Chen Fan, there are three other people here. All of them are wearing sword sect robes and carrying big swords. When Meng Hao looked at them, the eyes of these three also fell on Meng Hao, slightly. nod.
Meng Hao smiled and folded his fists, and the three of them also smiled like this.
They didn't speak to each other, but Meng Hao could already see that the three of them knew that they were obviously fighting a monk surnamed Li, which made him famous in the First Sword Sect for the past few days.
It didn’t take long. Some people came whizzing around. After about a stick of incense, there are already 17 or 8 people here. Everyone is not very old. The elders are only about 30, and the younger ones look as if they are 20. Early.
All of them were full of energy and good looks. During the cultivation, they were all building foundations, and two of them were in the late stage of foundation building.
Most of the disciples of the First Sword Sect who came to glance at Meng Hao, some nodded, and some just ignored them after seeing them, all of them were inconsistent.
"Elder Fan will come here for a while and take us to the Song family with this array. Don’t be rude when the time comes. Go to the Song family this time, and the brother will try to get you a Taoist companion." Chen Fan whispered and said finally, He smiled, but looked serious.
Meng Hao was taken aback. This was the second time that Chen Fan mentioned this matter. Meng Hao always felt that this trip to the Song family was a bit mysterious.
It didn't take long. A long rainbow that was several meters wide in the distance came from the sky, and the rapid speed appeared in front of everyone. It was an old man, wearing a large robe, his face was reddish, and his head was white. His hair was precarious, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and behind it was a big black sword.
This person's rosacea, as soon as he approached, he was full of alcohol, and he also burped out of alcohol. The large robe was also wrinkled and looked very sloppy.
"Disciples, see Elder Fan!" Chen Fan and his party immediately clasped their fists to think of the elder and bowed. Meng Hao also bowed his head here and bowed with fists.
"Okay, you guys, see who is lucky this time and can marry that girl from the Song family, and provide us with a sword sect and a glorious ancestor..." The old man's voice was very loud and echoed when he said it. , The shaking Meng Hao felt that the earth was shaking.
As for the three words Guangzong Yaozu, it was even more powerful until the gray-robed old man not far away opened his eyes and shook his head helplessly. It seemed that these four words were improperly used, but he didn't say anything.
"This is by no means a cultivator of pill formation..." Meng Hao took a deep breath. He had seen the old Nascent Soul monster. At this moment, looking at this old man, no matter how you look at it, I feel that the other party... is Nascent Soul!
"Elder Fan, he is the younger disciple's younger brother, this time..." Chen Fan hurriedly stepped forward, clasped his fists and worshiped, and said when he raised his head.
"I see, this little thing is okay, remember to bring me a few more bottles of your Master's wine." The old man waved his hand and patted Chen Fan on the shoulder, then took a look at Meng Hao, and walked straight to the formation. Go inside the law.
"Brother, this is the Song family..." Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, then whispered.
"Song Ji invites his son-in-law and invites the five sects and two clans. Junior brother, you are more clever this time. Maybe you can do it. If you do, whether it is the First Sword Sect or the Song Family, it will be the foundation of your practice!" Chen Fankuai The voice said, pulling Meng Hao into the formation.
Meng Hao hesitated for a moment.
"Use skin jelly to change the appearance. There is someone from the Sword Sect around this matter. It is inconvenient. That's all, I went to the Song family to find an excuse to leave first." Meng Hao made up his mind.