Shangguanxiu under the high platform showed a gloomy smile at the corner of his mouth. He didn't care about Meng Hao's life or death, but only cared about some magic weapon in Meng Hao's storage bag.
Even after he had signed up for the Inner Sect Trial in Meng Hao before, he went to Zhou and Yin to learn more about the so-called so-called witchcraft that Meng Hao used to provoke the group of beasts in the Battle of Black Mountain.
In Shangguanxiu's view, that is not magic, it is a treasure.
Meng Hao's eyes shrunk slightly, seeing the two-color misty soul roaring, Meng Hao's left hand suddenly lifted, flicked forward, and an invisible wind blade appeared in an instant, and went straight to it with extremely fast speed. Two-color misty soul left.
At the same time, Meng Hao took out a few demon pills and quickly threw them into his mouth. Then he slapped his storage and waved his sleeves. At this moment, sword lights flew rapidly from Meng Hao’s multiple storage bags. Twenty, the number is overwhelming, and the momentum is amazing, all of them whistling toward the front of the two-color fog.
Many of these flying swords appear to be broken, with messy colors.
This scene immediately stunned all the surrounding monks, but before their comments came out, the wind blade had already touched the two-color fog souls, and the roaring echoes, the two-color fog souls shook together, right here. At that time, the astonishing flying sword overwhelming the sky approached, and the screams came out immediately. Although the two-color mist souls were extraordinary, Meng Hao had too many flying swords.
These flying swords passed by, directly tore the two colored fog souls to pieces, and even penetrated, blasted on the colorful flag, and the flag was shattered immediately, with twenty flying swords. Most of it was consumed, and the rest turned into sword light. Under Han Zong’s stunned mouth, Meng Hao slapped the storage bag, took out the demon pill, swallowed it, and then flew out more than a dozen flying swords from the storage bag, and left instantly. .
Han Zong never expected that Meng Hao had so many flying swords. At this moment, his body immediately backed away in amazement. He lifted his right hand with a wave, and suddenly the light curtain in front of him had one more layer. There were two layers of light curtains surrounding him. But Han Zong still felt uneasy. He felt a tingling hair on his scalp at the moment. There was a strong life and death crisis. When his right hand was raised, a piece of jade pendant appeared in front of him, making the light curtain outside his body one more layer of light. , Inside the three-layer light curtain, Han Zong was relieved.
At this moment, the sword rain approached and there were countless sword lights. It hit the first layer of light curtain. The sound of banging was endless. The light curtain shattered directly, as if fragile and vulnerable. Then, the second layer of light curtain banged. It broke apart and couldn't stop the sword rain at all.
"How come there are so many flying swords!" Han Zong's eyes contracted, his expression frightened, and his body was about to retreat.
In the blink of an eye, the third layer of light curtain collapsed. Under the continuous collision of the group of swords, the jade slip suddenly fell apart, causing the sword rain to flash. Under Han Zong's screams, all pierced Han Zong's body, densely packed, with Han Zong’s incredible corpse flew up and landed on the high platform with a bang. After a few convulsions, Han Zong died. His corpse at the moment looked like a hedgehog, causing everyone around him to take a breath. Showing a strong amazement.
"This... this... why so many flying swords!"
"It's a grocery store. These flying swords are so many. In the first few days, I saw this person sell more than a dozen. In the past few months, he has not mainly sold elixirs, but has become a collector. Sell magic weapons."
"I think this Meng Hao must have a big adventure, otherwise he can't improve his cultivation so fast. I think he has gained a lot of treasures from the big adventure." The sound of the discussion roared, everyone was talking, and Shangguan Xiu wrinkled. He raised his brows and looked gloomy.
Meng Hao stood on the high platform, his face was slightly pale, and there was some spiritual energy left in his body. The previous shots, especially the last twenty flying swords, all came out. Even if he was a monk at the sixth level of condensing energy, he still felt the aura in his body. Mention the general rapid consumption, but fortunately, he constantly swallowed the demon pill supplements during his shots, making his shots more sharp. This is what Meng Hao concluded. The fighting style that suits him has also been practiced frequently by him, and he is already proficient.
With a wave of Meng Hao's right hand, the flying swords on Han Zong immediately flew up, returning to Meng Hao with blood, and turning around his body, this time he was taken back into the storage bag by Meng Hao.
Retiring from the high platform, Meng Hao immediately sat cross-legged next to the little fat man, Tun Dan added that the demon pill melted rapidly in his mouth. At this moment, he didn't care about swallowing pill in front of everyone. Dan.
Moreover, Meng Hao was extremely persistent for the next battle. The humiliation of that day came from Wang Tengfei's four fingers. Today, Meng Hao wants to get back all the benefits.
He has been waiting for this day for a long time!
Elder Ouyang looked at Meng Hao, and his appreciation was particularly obvious. Since Meng Hao first entered the outer door, he has always admired Meng Hao, and even afterwards, the more he looks at it, the more he appreciates it. At this moment, he sees Meng Hao growing. When he got up, his expression was open.
He didn't care if Meng Hao had any adventures. As a monk, the opportunity was due to good luck, especially if the person who got the adventure was the one he admired. Elder Ouyang smiled more kindly, but more of it was regret and worry.
"In the inner sect trial, the life or death of the fighters, Wang Tengfei's aptitude is rare in a century, and his cultivation is good at a young age, and he will be able to build a foundation in the future. It is rare even in the heyday of the sect. Meng Hao is not his opponent. …" Ouyang sighed softly.
At this moment, Shangguan Xiu in the crowd, his expression was extremely gloomy, and his eyes contracted.
He never thought that Meng Hao could beat Han Zong here, especially since he bestowed a lot of treasures on Han Zong, and even lent a multi-colored flag to the other party to unfold the fog of soul. He thought this technique Killing Meng Hao was easy.
However, he was directly destroyed by the dozens of flying swords between Meng Hao's wave of hands. Even if he thought of Meng Hao's dozens of flying swords, even he was shocked. Even though those flying swords were all low-level, they could be broken easily. It is shocking enough if the amount of scrap iron is in the dozens.
At the same time, on the eastern peak of the mountain sect, there is a middle-aged man who looks about forty years old, wearing a blue shirt, standing there like a scribe, with a strange glow in his eyes, looking straight. Looking at the outer square below, his eyes focused on Meng Hao.
"This son... I had neglected before. He is of average aptitude, but he is obviously a person with great opportunities." This middle-aged man is the current alchemy power of the Patriarch Sect, the head of He Luohua.
"If there is no Wang Tengfei this time, this son must be the inner door, but if there is Wang Tengfei here, this son... difficult." He Luohua looked at Meng Hao with soft eyes. I don't care about the strange relationship and good fortune of the disciples of Ningqi, this kind of aura is naturally possessed.
The more luck the disciple had, the more gratified he was, but he was very pleased with Meng Hao, because Wang Tengfei was there, even He Luohua was not optimistic about Meng Hao's chance to win.
"It's a pity that Zhanyu only made three copies this time... The quota for Wang Tengfei has already been set, otherwise..." He Luohua shook his head, wondering whether he would intervene if Meng Hao is about to die, and sighed slightly after a long while.
As time passed slowly, Elder Ouyang admired Meng Hao and saw that the spiritual energy in Meng Hao's body was slowly recovering, and he simply did not speak to continue the next battle. This kind of obvious favoritism made everyone around him dare not say anything.
As for Wang Tengfei, there is no one in his eyes. Although Meng Hao’s rapid advancement is a bit surprised, he can think of Elder Ouyang’s obstruction that day, so he didn’t think too much, and he didn’t even consider Meng Hao to take him as one of his treasures. People overlap, after all, he has determined that the dim light spot is the culprit who snatched everything from him.
Thinking of this, Wang Tengfei's heart throbbed again, and he was almost crying for blood. The inheritance has nothing to do with him at this moment, and he can no longer feel the slightest. If he has become an outsider, even the person who has obtained the inheritance is standing by him. In front of him, he couldn't notice it either.
"Inheritance no longer belongs to me, that treasure..." Wang Tengfei clenched his fist secretly. He had only glanced at the sword a few times from a distance. In addition, he saw simple descriptions from a scroll of ancient books. The effect is unknown, but the ancient book clearly states that this sword is unique in the world, and its spiritual power is indestructible.
He had planned to study carefully after he got it, but now... has become yesterday's wishful thinking.
Wang Tengfei closed his eyes and took a deep breath, so that when outsiders looked at him, he still sat cross-legged gently and calmly, as if he didn't care about everything outside of him.
"I am Wang Tengfei. Although the Treasure Inheritance was taken away, but the inner door of the mountain sect still belongs to me. That is the second thing I planned. Even if there is no Treasure Inheritance, I still want to come here to let me In the disgusting patron sect, everything is only for my second good luck!"
"What counts as a failure, I am Wang Tengfei!" Wang Tengfei said silently in his heart, gradually not only calming on the outside, but also calming down on the inside, as if he had walked out of the blow of failure.
He is proud because he is Wang Tengfei, he is the perfect God of Tianjiao, and he is the darling of heaven and earth.
He was indifferent, because this time the inner door trial was opened for him, and this trial was just a cutscene at all, to comply with the rules of the sect. From the moment he entered the patron sect, he was different. It looks like an outer sect, but in fact, he has long been a disciple of the inner sect.
He was calm, because he didn't even care about the backer sect. In his opinion, this kind of small sect, as long as one member of the family comes out at will, they can directly destroy the chickens and dogs without leaving, if it is not for his own choice, in his capacity , He will not come to this remote Zhao country, he should be in the powerful family of the Southern Territory, arrogant.
So he was proud, indifferent, and calm, letting time pass, and letting the person whose name he had forgotten at this moment resumed his cultivation.
Until a stick of incense passed, Meng Hao's eyes suddenly opened, and a gleam of brilliant light appeared in his eyes, and his fighting spirit burned in it. He killed the five-layer condensed man and killed Han Zong. On this day, it was Meng Hao. Hao had the most murders in one day, but what he expected at this moment was to step on Wang Tengfei and return all the humiliation he had had.
In the silence, Meng Hao slowly stood up.