Love apartment under one person

Chapter 687

When Tian Jinzhong stepped down and returned to his side, the old hooligan quietly asked, "Junior Brother, have you given up the Golden Light Curse?"

"It can't be regarded as giving up, but I just chose another more suitable path." Tian Jinzhong shook his head lightly, "I sat and discussed with Lord Meng in that sword, but I didn't expect him to reach the level of understanding in the field of cultivation at a young age. Reached the pinnacle realm."

As he said that, Tian Jinzhong couldn't help showing a look of sincere admiration in his eyes: "His understanding of Tao is profound and unpredictable. Not only does he have many high-level opinions, but he can also see details in many details. Some of the confusions I encountered during cultivation were just a little bit of advice from him, and I felt a sense of enlightenment...

In addition, he saw at a glance the shortcomings of my profound cultivation but lack of means, and he took advantage of the situation to guide me to change my thinking, abandon the difficult-to-control Golden Light Curse, and use the Purifying Heaven and Earth Mantra and the Big Dipper Mantra to fight against the enemy. Awaken the dreamer! "

"The Big Dipper Curse? Is that the spell that summons the Big Dipper Star God?" The old hooligan was taken aback when he heard this, but then a flash of clarity flashed in his eyes, "Yes, compared to the difficult-to-control Golden Light Curse, the Big Dipper Curse It really suits you better."

It's no wonder that the old hooligan didn't expect it in advance. After all, the Big Dipper Curse is not one of Zhengyi's eight great magic spells, and his fighting style of summoning the Big Dipper Star God to help out is not suitable for someone whose style has been distorted by him alone. "Mage School" Longhushan and Tian Jinzhong just recovered yesterday, so they didn't think that this joint was normal.

After what Tian Jinzhong said, he couldn't help admiring Meng's brain.

The "Jing Tian Di Shen Mantra" can disperse evil spirits within a certain range. Although it is a rare combination of offense and defense among the eight Taoist mantras, this kind of spell that casts all its power at once is powerful, but it is not as extensive as the Golden Light Mantra. Because of its adaptability, it is usually used as a trump card by the monks of the Longhushan lineage.

But Tian Jinzhong's situation is different from that of the traditional Longhushan monks. His meridians have been abolished for 80 years, and during these 80 years he just practiced blindly without sleep. The amount of internal qi was more than double that of his senior brother, but at the same time, it inevitably damaged his soul.

This kind of damage made him almost become a plus version of half-disabled Zhang Wei, who had inexhaustible inner energy, but his attacks were like cotton, and he could only clumsily win by quantity.

It is precisely for this reason that even though Tian Jinzhong regained his cultivation before, he did not think that he could gain much advantage in the hands of "heroes" like Hu or Ding Zhuan who had survived many battles. After all, in "quantity" When the gap between the two teams is not too outrageous, "quality" is the decisive factor that dominates the outcome.

But now~ hehe, he suddenly looked forward to fighting those two young men...

Not only Tian Jinzhong, but Zhang Lingyu, who was also taught a lesson by Meng Lang with the "Sword of Enlightenment", also had a complex expression of joy and admiration on his face when he came back to his senses. Knowing what the other party was about to do, he looked deeply at Meng Lang After a salute, he quickly walked down the ring without much delay.

Zhang Lingyu left the field, and Lu Ziqiao immediately made up after being notified by Zhuge Dali.

"Lu Ziqiao, a member of the Lu clan, please enlighten me!"

"Please." Meng Lang nodded with a faint smile, and swung his sword finger in the face of Ruyi's strength. The sword light, which was astonishing as if it were not in the world, tore through the sky again.

Soon, Lu Ziqiao also completed the three consecutive strikes of daze, thanks, and exit. Hu Yifei stepped up after him, so Meng Lang made another strike...

In this way, first, people from the Haoqi League lined up one by one to be cut, and then some passers-by who could vaguely see the key also ran up to the stage to receive the sword.

Meng Lang didn't care who was coming, even if he was a little mentally tired, as long as someone came in front of him, he would slash out with his sword as usual.

Among those who were beheaded, some were ecstatic when they broke through the battle, some cried bitterly and shouted that this life was not in vain, and some were directly impressed by Meng Lang's magnanimity, and they accepted their heads on the spot and asked to join the Haoqi League The same goes for...

Ten people, 50 people, 100 people, 200 people... until almost all the contestants present were slashed with a sword, and when everyone looked at the figure standing with hands behind their backs on the ring again, their eyes were full of convincing expressions.

The old celestial master twirled his beard and laughed: "Hehehehe~ From now on, Meng Xiaoyou's reputation will probably be much greater than that of the old Taoist priest—the world is the best, and he deserves it!"

Although his voice was not loud, the group of Dragon and Tiger Mountain masters around him, including Tian Jinzhong, Zhang Lingyu, Rong Shan, and Liang Fuguo, could hear him clearly, and they couldn't help nodding their heads when they heard the words.

The people who participated in the Shenzhou selection this time can be regarded as the mainstay of the alien world of planting flowers, and Meng Lang's operation can be said to have directly become the teacher of most of the alien world, and has successfully attracted countless fans.

I believe that from now on, not only will no one in the entire world of flower-growing aliens question Meng Lang's strength, on the contrary, if anyone dares to speak ill of Meng on the street, they must be careful when walking at night, for fear of being tricked sack……

At this time, although the appearance didn't seem to change at all, and the sound of breathing was only a little rough, Meng Lang on the ring was actually almost exhausted.

Because every time he strikes the "sword of enlightenment", Meng Lang is not only using his own experience to guide the other party, but also listening carefully to the other party's understanding of everything. This "learning" process is mutual, although it does not involve their own Specific exercises, but just confirming each other's experience is already a rare thing.

Therefore, among all the people present today, if one really wanted to discuss who was the one who gained the most, the answer would be none other than Meng Lang.

It's just that even Meng Lang's divine soul, which has been tempered repeatedly in various worlds in pots, can't stand it after absorbing so many cultivation experiences close to the master level at one time. At this moment, he just feels dizzy in his mind , top-heavy as if about to fall to the ground.

But even so, he still braced his body and looked at the last three people who hadn't "discussed" with him.

Seeing Zhuge Dali and Feng Baobao standing together, looking at him with distressed and worried eyes, he couldn't help smiling and said:

"Don't worry, I'm not some holy mother who is happy to be a money-spreading boy. Come on stage, I have a hunch, after helping you two most troublesome girls to sort out the cultivation system, my next sword should be able to kill you." Breaking the boundaries of heaven and man."

Hearing his words, the two girls no longer hesitated, Zhuge Dali took a deep breath, and walked slowly onto the ring.

"... Zhuge Dali of the Meng family, please enlighten me."

"Well, ma'am please."

The two faced each other smiling, and Meng Lang drew a sword lightly.

After a while, Zhuge Dali woke up from a trance, feeling the seed of immortal qi finally lit up in her dantian, she took a deep look at the man in front of her, and walked off the ring silently.

Feng Baobao followed closely behind.

"Let me think about it... Baobao Feng of the Meng family, please enlighten me? Doesn't it sound like it's hot?"

"That's the right way to say it~ Please, my wife."

The sword light flashed again, and the power of this sword was much dimmer than before, but Zhang Zhiwei, who was at the side, was a little dazed when he saw the sword clearly.

"Meng Xiaoyou, I didn't expect that you needed me to hold back a little during the competition half a year ago, but now you want to take that step ahead of me..."

Feng Baobao woke up from the sword light. Although her inner qi did not change, she faintly felt that some unknown restriction in her body had been cut off. All kinds of emotions that she had never had before came one after another, and these strange emotions were intertwined, which made her feel a little at a loss for a while.

But in the next second, a big warm hand gently caressed her head, and she raised her eyes, only to feel an extremely familiar gentle gaze piercing her heart.

"Don't be afraid, everything is with me."

The simple words seemed to contain infinite magic power, which instantly calmed Feng Baobao's originally dazed mood. Feeling the warmth from her big hands silently, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled into a slight smile, and she nodded slightly.

"Well, I see."

Gua Po Niang jumped down the ring, and finally only the last person remained, and everyone turned their attention to him.

Seeing that everyone was looking at her, Zhang Chulan didn't panic at all, and moved towards the ring bit by bit with a pace comparable to that of a turtle crawling.

Every time he took a step, the previous sword light flashed in his mind, and the sword lights that were similar in appearance but completely different in the inside filled his mind, and they were constantly blending and confirming with the already memorized "Xuanyuan Sword Qi Jue" ...

It was only a distance of more than ten meters, but he walked for 5 minutes. Finally, when he stepped onto the ring at the last step, Zhang Chulan had adjusted his energy to the peak state, and the turbulent inner energy in his body was also faint. Showing sharpness, it seems to be expecting something.

"Zhang Chulan of the Haoqi League, please teach me, master." His tone was extremely respectful, but at this time his waist, which should have been bowed in salute, was straightened, as if a sharp sword was about to pierce the sky.

"Very good." Seeing this, Meng Lang nodded in satisfaction, and said calmly, "Use your sword."

"...disciple offended!"

Feeling the growing power emanating from the opposite mentor, Zhang Chulan didn't dare to hesitate any longer. He pulled out the Guangwu Haoran Longevity Sword, and with a flash of inspiration in his mind, he slashed the compressed inner energy with a mysterious and mysterious attitude. out!

Om-!
Immediately, a golden sharp sword energy rushed out from the edge of the blade, and slashed towards Meng Lang with great power.

Zheng———!
However, what responded to him was another equally golden but slightly ordinary sword energy.

Rumbling--

The two sword qi collided in mid-air, the deafening explosion pierced the eardrums, and the strong wind blowing from the center of the ring blinded people's eyes.

The billowing dust and smoke drifted all over the sky, covering the figures above the ring. After a few minutes, the dust and smoke cleared away, and the audience stared intently, and were immediately shocked...

PS: The chapter is updated

bow down
(End of this chapter)