Madman Duan didn't come, and neither did Xue Yi. Meng Jitang didn't think any elder could save Ling Dao now. There are definitely more elders who want Ling Dao to die than those who want to save Ling Dao. No matter how powerful Ling Dao is, he only has great potential. In fact, it is unlikely that he will become a Tianzun in the future.
Wanfu Sect has been standing for so many years, and there are countless geniuses, but no one can be promoted to Tianzun. The techniques they practiced were only created by Tianjun. If they wanted to surpass Tianjun, it would be impossible to rely on the techniques they originally practiced.
For example, there are so many powerful people in the Ziwei Holy Land who practice the Ziwei Emperor Sutra, but no one has ever been able to surpass the Ziwei Emperor. This is because the technique they practice was pioneered by the Ziwei Emperor. Either perfect the Emperor Ziwei Sutra or create your own technique, otherwise it will be difficult to surpass Emperor Ziwei.
The skills left by the predecessors have saved future generations from taking many detours, and it can even be said that they have allowed future generations to take shortcuts. However, there are gains and losses. The skills of the predecessors have facilitated and restricted future generations. There are definitely many emperors who realize this, but there is no good solution.
If the emperor did not leave behind any skills or martial arts, then his descendants would probably not even be able to be born a great emperor. Passing down the skills and martial arts is the safest and safest way, and perfecting a skill is definitely much simpler than creating one.
If the skills of the predecessors are compared to the path cultivated by the predecessors, then the practice of their skills by future generations is equivalent to following their path. If they didn't leave their skills behind, their descendants would have to build their own roads, which would be a hundred times more difficult. If they left their skills behind, their descendants would become accustomed to walking on the roads that had already been built, and they might gradually lose the idea of building their own roads.
"it's over!"
All the young disciples thought so. Without the intervention of the elders, Ling Dao, whose arms were crippled and already injured, was definitely no match for Meng Ji Tang. Meng Jitang's method is indeed not very glorious, but the method is not important, what is important is the result.
As long as Ling Dao dies, Meng Jitang will be the victor and the winner. No matter how great Ling Dao's potential is, as long as he dies, then a dead person has no potential at all. As long as Meng Jitang becomes a core disciple, he will not be punished much at all.
"Do you think I will need someone to save me? Who do you think you are? If you hadn't used the talisman refined by Tianjun, you would have been defeated by me now!"
Ling Dao is a martial arts cultivator, and he relies on more than just his hands. He knows boxing skills, palm skills, and leg skills as well. Sword cultivators, after all, rely on holding the sword with both hands, but martial arts cultivators have no such restrictions. It is true that his arms cannot be used for fighting for a short period of time, but this does not mean that he will be slaughtered by others.
Just when Meng Jitang reached him with a long sword in his hand, he directly performed a backspin kick and poured out all his power. Ling Dao's right leg was like a javelin, straight and slender, as strong as gold steel, and also like a long whip, full of toughness and flexibility.
He is physically strong, not only with his hands, but also with strong legs. It is said that arms cannot twist thighs, but in fact, he can use his legs to unleash stronger strength. What's more, he didn't intend to hide, but used the kick technique he created.
"Elephant legs!"
Among the nine reincarnations, he is very good at kicking. Now, he combines the leg technique experience of that reincarnation and the wild immortal killing power to create the divine elephant legs. He has not yet practiced the divine image transformation, but he has already understood part of the essence.
The previous back spin kick was just to resist Meng Jitang for a moment, but now the divine elephant kick he used was the real killing move. His legs were as heavy as a thousand stones, as if he were really an elephant from the barbaric period, stepping on his front feet and rushing towards Meng Ji Hall.
The violent impact caused the sword in Meng Jitang's hand to bend. The divine elephants were originally the most powerful race in the barbaric period. The divine elephant legs created by Ling Dao were already enough to maximize the physical strength, not to mention that he also used the nine-turn dragon power.
It didn't take long for Meng Jitang to break through to the early stage of the Heavenly General Realm, and so far he only had the power that the two Heavenly Dragons could not reach. However, Ling Dao used the ninth-turn dragon power of the seventh turn, which was enough to explode the power of fifty-six thousand flying dragons, and Meng Jitang was naturally unable to stop it.
"puff"
Ling Dao's right foot kicked the sword, and his left foot kicked Meng Jitang's body. Meng Jitang originally thought that Ling Dao was already a piece of meat on the chopping board, so his vigilance was greatly reduced. Who knew that Ling Dao suddenly burst out with such tyrannical strength and caught him off guard.
Meng Jitang's chest seemed to be dented. While he was coughing up blood, he was still clutching his chest. It was obvious that he was seriously injured. Previously, he used the talisman that Elder Tang personally refined, and finally had an advantage, but in the blink of an eye, he was defeated.
"Come again!"
After kicking Meng Jitang away, Ling Dao showed no intention of stopping. Instead, he took eight star-chasing steps, came to Meng Jitang, and used his divine elephant legs again. In order to perfect Kunpeng Boxing, he fought against Meng Jitang again and again. Now the task of sparring with the Elephant Leg can only be handed over to Meng Jitang again.
If Meng Jitang knew what Ling Dao was thinking, not to mention vomiting blood out of anger, he would at least be filled with smoke from his orifices. Meng Jitang wanted to kill Ling Dao and regarded Ling Dao as a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh. In the end, Ling Dao only regarded him as a sparring partner.
Of course, if given the chance, Ling Dao would not let Meng Jitang go. But Ling Dao understood that it was not difficult to defeat Meng Jitang, but killing Meng Jitang was as difficult as climbing to the sky. Ling Dao didn't know how many talismans Meng Ji Tang still had. Besides, Meng Ji Tang's strength was obviously not fully displayed.
Ling Dao didn't know that Meng Jitang was the illegitimate son of the master of the Shuangjian Sect, nor did he know that Meng Jitang was good at both shoulders, but he could feel that Meng Jitang's strength was more than what he showed. Now that he is constantly attacking Meng Jitang, isn't he forcing Meng Jitang to use his full strength
In the next battle, Ling Dao relied on the legs of the divine elephant to fight Meng Jitang for hundreds of rounds. His elephant legs are getting stronger and stronger, and as the battle goes on, he must be getting closer and closer. Gradually, Meng Jitang felt a little unable to resist unless he showed his strength.
"That's it, let's end today's battle!"
Meng Jitang said unwillingly that Ling Dao was not killed even after using the talisman refined by Elder Tang, which was completely beyond his expectation. Unfortunately, there was no point in continuing the fight. He already understood that even if Ling Dao didn't use his hands, he couldn't kill Ling Dao.
"If you want to fight, then fight, if you want to stop, then stop. Is that possible?"
Ling Dao sneered, and then launched a more ferocious offensive regardless of what Meng Jitang said before. The more Meng Jitang refuses to reveal his strength, the more it proves that he has something up his sleeve. It's a pity that Lingdao can't read minds, so it's impossible to know what Meng Jitang is thinking.
"Then just keep fighting!"
Both of them showed real fire. Since Ling Dao was unwilling to stop fighting, Meng Jitang showed no weakness and attacked Ling Dao with a long sword in hand. Anyway, he is a big level higher than Ling Dao. Even if there is a war of attrition, he will win.
However, the reality was completely different from what Meng Jitang thought. Lingdao became more and more courageous as he fought without feeling tired at all. After fighting for three hours, the sun has set and a moon has risen. The sky is filled with stars, densely packed, and the moonlight fills the earth, making the entire Wanfu Sect covered with a layer of silver.
Meng Jitang was already losing strength, and the situation of even competition slowly turned into Ling Dao taking the advantage, and then it turned into Meng Jitang beating Meng Jitang violently, while Meng Jitang could only resist. Until now, Ling Dao had kicked Meng Jitang until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. There was even a footprint on the left side of Meng Jitang's face.
"Stop fighting, you have already decided the winner!"
I don't know when, the second prince Xue Yi has arrived. Originally, Xue Yi would not care about the fight between the juniors, but after learning that Meng Jitang used the attack talisman refined by Elder Tang, he became uneasy. Fortunately, Ling Dao was fine, otherwise he would definitely punish Meng Jitang severely.
The subsequent battle was so exciting that Xue Yi forgot to stop it. Meng Jitang's appearance is extremely miserable now. If the beating continues, he will not be able to turn things around at all, and he will only be beaten even worse. Thinking about it, Ling Dao has vented his anger, and now a truce is almost here.
After all, Ling Dao's arms were crippled and it took a while to recover. It would not be justified if Ling Dao was not allowed to beat Meng Jitang to vent his anger. But Xue Yi didn't expect that Ling Dao could beat Meng Jitang so badly even without using his hands.
"Meng Jitang, it's embarrassing enough for you to declare a challenge to a young disciple who is a level below you. I didn't expect you to use the talisman that Tianjun refined later in the battle in an attempt to kill the only core of the outer sect. Disciple, your intentions are so vicious!
Later, you will go to the punishment elder to receive your punishment. Even your master is guilty of lax discipline. This time, I don’t have to pursue the matter, but I will definitely not show mercy next time. The rules of my Wanfu Sect cannot be ignored by anyone! "
Xue Yi said seriously with a cold face, expressing his dissatisfaction with Meng Jitang. If Ling Dao hadn't been fine, he would certainly not have let Meng Jitang go so easily. The elite disciples of the inner sect have a high status, but they are nothing in front of the supreme elders.
"I'm reporting to you, Your Majesty, before I accept my punishment, I plan to go to the forbidden area!"
Instead of killing Ling Dao, he was defeated by Ling Dao. For Meng Jitang, it was more uncomfortable than eating a bunch of dead flies. What he can do now is to immediately become a core disciple and talk about everything that happened before. Fortunately, Xue Yi did not stop him.
Not long after, Meng Ji Tang was recognized by the real dragon stone carvings and the divine elephant stone carvings in the forbidden area. Both the grand master who was in seclusion and the master of Wanfu Sect were all alarmed. Starting from today, Wanfu Sect will have one more core disciple, and he is a core disciple who has been recognized by two stone carvings.
"Second Prince, I wonder if as my current core disciple, I still need to go to the Punishment Elder to receive my punishment?"