Wang Jingmeng bowed to the three senior brothers slightly.

“No need to be polite.”

The teacher Luo glanced at him and said, "I only care if you compare."

"Etiquette is also a rule."

"It is the rule of Bashan that the strong are respected."

"is that so?"

“That’s what it is.”

"But I heard that it is not the case now. My master is no longer there. Master Yu Zuochi is the strongest man in Bashan Sword Field, but now it seems that he has the final say."

“…….”

The teacher and his colleagues are erected.

"It's just a sword comparison. You've been so far away. Are you going to compete?" He couldn't help but look at Wang Jingmeng and sneered: "Did Uncle Gu choose for a long time and only choose someone who uses his mouth and uses his sword? If you are worried that I will take longer than you and practice longer than you, I will naturally make concessions on the power of true energy."

"You don't understand what I mean. Rules can become rules, even if most people agree, and they will last for a long time, the etiquette is the same, and the rules of Bashan Sword Field are the same. Unless they are not in Bashan Sword Field, they are not from Bashan Sword Field, or according to the rules, the strongest in charge of Bashan Sword Field will formulate and change the rules, otherwise everyone will abide by them and no one can change them. No matter how many years he has been in the game."

Wang Jingmeng calmly looked at the angry teacher's commander. He raised his head and his eyes fell to the Bashan sword site not far away. "This is two different things about sword competition. As for such sword competition, I will not refuse."

The teacher frowned.

Everyone understands that Wang Jingmeng’s intention is pointing to it.

Even Lin Zhuojiu and Yan Xinlan did not expect that Wang Jingmeng would say such words when she came to the gate of Bashan Sword Field.

Yuntang's eyes shone brightly.

She admires this spirit very much.

Because she herself was originally a person with this kind of spirit.

As a genius practitioner in Bashan Sword Field, she felt that in terms of spirit, Wang Jingmeng and his teachers had a distinction between them.

"please."

Wang Jingmeng didn't say much. He slowly drew his sword, crossed his sword to his chest, and said to the teacher.

Originally, in the eyes of the teacher, there was no need to use a sword to compete with a practitioner like Wang Jingmeng, who had not been practicing for a long time. However, at this moment, he looked at Wang Jingmeng's demeanor of holding the sword, his brows frowned deeply.

"Borrow a sword."

He glanced at Mao Qilai beside him and said.

Mao Qile was a little surprised, but without saying much, he handed over his sword.

His sword is neither good nor bad, and it is the kind of black iron sword that has no characteristics, but the sword body is tough, even a very sharp sword that can be cut continuously.

The teacher's commander had never carefully selected a sword. In his opinion, human and sword intent were more important than swords, so he didn't care.

He held the sword, looked at Wang Jingmeng, and said, "Please."

There were countless swords in Wang Jingmeng's mind.

The five sword scriptures given to him by Gu Liren, the countless swords in Qiyun Cave, and the thirty-two swords left by the strong man who was besieged by countless swords.

At this time, a sword stood out from it, which seemed to be the most natural and the most adapted to the vitality here.

This is a very wonderful feeling, like lightning flashing across the night sky.

Wang Jingmeng naturally used this sword.

A cloud of water was floating over the water.

When his sword stabbed out, the ball of water mist suddenly made a sound of slamming waves. However, the ball of water mist itself was just pulled by the sword intent, turning into a lot of white mist and rushing towards the teacher's line. The real sharp sword energy came from Wang Jingmeng's sword tip and the water edge.

There are many pebbles around the water.

The river water slapped on these pebbles, which originally looked gentle, and the water flowed over the surface of the stone like a brocade, but under the guidance of Wang Jingmeng's sword intent, the water flow suddenly splashed out.

Wang Jingmeng stabbed out with a sword, and the mist rushed to the face. The tip of his sword stabbed at the division commander's network. There were countless crystal small swords surging by the water beside the division commander's network, just like there were many little monsters in the river, and they set out their swords together to stab him from all directions.

A scream rang out.

These uncontrollable exclamations came from the women in Yunshui Palace.

These women in Yunshui Palace seem weak, but most of them are powerful swordsmen who are strong enough to stand out in the world.

The Yunshui Palace calls wind and rain, and uses the omnipresent clouds in the world as talismans, and uses the water between heaven and earth as the sword power. The only thing that can match the Yunshui Palace in this regard is the Tianyi Pavilion of the Qin Dynasty.

However, although the Tianyisheng Water in Tianyi Pavilion is wonderful, the number of powerful practitioners is far inferior to that of Yunshui Palace.

Even so, these powerful men from Yunshui Palace were still full of stunning when they saw Wang Jingmeng's sword.

They thought Wang Jingmeng's sword was very perfect.

It is so perfect that even if they keep practicing this sword, they may not be as good as Wang Jingmeng's sword.

The teacher frowned deeply.

His expression did not change at all, but there were countless shocking emotions surging deep in his pupils.

His shock was not only because Wang Jingmeng's sword intent was so perfect, but also because Wang Jingmeng's realm of true essence cultivation.

It was obvious that Gu Liren met Wang Jingmeng not long, even if the time he had come and goes, it would only last several months at most. However, although Wang Jingmeng's true energy cultivation is not as good as him, the difference is not too much. Could it be that before Gu Liren met Wang Jingmeng, he was already a cultivator?

He doesn't like defense.

A young man like him who is full of vitality and spirit also likes to attack when competing with swords.

However, facing Wang Jingmeng's sword at this time, he could not imagine how to use a sword style to counterattack.

He only has defense.

As his wrist turned, his sword drew several wonderful arcs around him.

A sound of it.

Wang Jingmeng's sword bounced back.

The crystal small swords that were driven by the sword intent and fell towards him were all broken and turned into water mist.

Even the white mist that was brushing against his face was forced to escape by the sword energy and disappeared without a trace.

Wang Jingmeng felt that his sword was hitting an iron wall. In his perception, the iron wall would turn into an iron chain and wrap around in the next moment.

Among the countless swords in his mind, another sword naturally floated up clearly.

It's like the truth is revealed.

His sword sank smoothly, then he slid the tip of the sword and stabbed upwards the teacher's lower abdomen.

His sword was extremely steady and had an unshakable momentum.

The name of this move is called "Soul Out".

A sound of roar.

The teacher's body could not stand firm, so he retreated.

His palms were numb and his feet were numb as he held the sword.

But he didn't want to think too much, Wang Jingmeng's third sword had arrived.

A sword light is a very simple slash.

However, when the division commander burst out a sword and stabbed towards his wrist like lightning, his sword body suddenly stopped in the air.

The sword tip of the teacher's commander's sword was only a few inches away from his wrist, but it was impossible to reach it.

His sword body shook violently in the air, and many water droplets that were still floating in the air met the sword body, shattering countless thin filaments.
Chapter completed!