Chapter 1016: Godhead Meng Bingci

The robed swordsman spit out these words loudly.

This also attracted the surrounding people to gather around, they were muttering aside, asking each other what happened.

"Which disrespectful disciple is this, who annoyed the elder Cheng? The elder Cheng wants to teach this kid himself!" A fat man said gloatingly, holding a long broom in his hand .

A few women in gorgeous palace costumes walked over slowly. They looked at Zhu Minglang curiously, and asked the fat disciple holding a broom, "What happened?"

"It seems that this kid came from nowhere. He aggressively provoked the members of the Sikong Clan, and his attacks were very vicious. Elder Cheng couldn't stand it anymore, so he wanted to teach this kid a lesson." The fat disciple said.

"That's going to make him suffer." The ladies in palace costumes all laughed and stood aside to watch the fun.

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There are more and more people. After all, Sikong Cheng is a sword god, and all the sword masters practicing here naturally want to observe his superb swordsmanship.

Sikong Cheng frowned.

In fact, he didn't want this matter to become a big issue. After all, it would be disrespectful for a teacher like him to take action against a young man who was obviously a junior, and it would not be good to spread the word.

Therefore, Sikong Cheng planned to make a quick decision.

Sikong Cheng cast a glance at Sikong Bin who was being held aside and blood was still slowly flowing from his chest.

"Even if your cultivation level is higher than his, you shouldn't bully like this. I will let you taste the feeling of being cut in the chest. I hope you will have a long memory in the future!" Sikong Cheng said, his sides Four long swords of different colors have emerged.

Sikong Cheng randomly picked out an ancient blue sword, and then slowly accumulated his energy!

"Shua!!!!!!"

Sikong Cheng shot suddenly, a sharp blue sword wave seemed to tear the space in two, and slashed towards Zhu Minglang's chest at an extremely fast speed.

Zhu Minglang raised his sword with his backhand, and also drew a moon arc sword horn. The dark red sword horn was like the light of a red moon, swift and powerful. It directly shattered Sikong Cheng's blue sword wave, and continued to move towards Sikong Cheng. fly away.

Sikong Cheng was shocked, and hastily raised his sword to parry.

"clang!!!!!!!"

Sikong Cheng slid backward for a long distance, and the soles of his shoes were almost worn out.

He glanced at the ancient blue sword in his hand in some surprise. The ancient sword was actually covered with cracks. With Sikong Cheng's slight movement, the ancient blue sword shattered instantly, turning into hundreds of pieces of broken iron scattered on the ground. on the ground!

"Aren't you going to reprimand me? Come on, take another sword." Zhu Minglang said.

As he said that, Zhu Minglang walked forward slowly, and in the process of walking slowly, he also raised his hand slowly. As soon as he raised his hand, he formed Chiyue Jianhong, blowing towards Sikong Cheng with the force of a gust of wind.

Sikong Cheng dodged in a panic, he hastily called out the other three swords, and chose the toughest ancient white sword among them.

"clang!!!!!!"

He used the ancient white sword to parry again, this time the ancient white sword in his hand flew out, only to see that the ancient white sword spun extremely fast after it was released, and finally pierced fiercely into an uninhabited mountain peak, the mountain peak was directly cut broken!

Sikong Cheng's face turned pale, he changed his sword again, and chose the Cold Pool Sword.

The cold pool sword danced, and one could see a sheet of cold water swirling around Sikong Cheng, forming a series of blooms like curtain waterfalls, completely protecting Sikong Cheng inside.

At this time, Zhu Minglang was still walking forward. He raised his hand again, Zongyue Chihong attacked, easily tore apart the curtain of the cold pool, and tore open the chest of Sikong Cheng's long robe, revealing the A lot of hairy chest.

"Old man, are you still pretending?" Zhu Minglang asked with a smile.

"You... who are you!" Sikong Cheng realized that something was wrong. The kid in front of him was obviously not the kind of self-taught Sanxian. He was a god-level swordsman, and he was powerless against such a junior.

What's even more exasperating is that when the opponent is fighting, he strolls in the courtyard, like a teacher and father teaching his disciples and grandchildren with willow sticks,

This made Sikong Cheng even more embarrassed, after all, there were more and more people around!

The fat disciple with the broom could hardly close his jaw.

Several women in palace costumes also stared at Zhu Minglang in disbelief.

A casual cultivator who came from nowhere, can make their sword master elders so embarrassed with a few random strikes? ?

"Don't be crazy, you can be presumptuous in my Yuheng Xinggong!" Sikong Cheng was furious, he finally drew his last sword, this time he didn't confront the sword across the air, but stepped forward!

Sikong Cheng was very fast, like a gust of wind.

Zhu Minglang stood where he was, quietly waiting for him to approach.

Draw your sword!

No trace!

"Shua!!!!"

There was a brief linear distortion in the space, and immediately after that, Sikong Cheng, who was about to slash, froze there. No matter how hard Sikong Cheng tried his best, he could no longer slash the sword in his hand. He felt his whole body All the power poured out in an instant, and flowed with the blood from the sword scar wound on his chest!

Finally, he fell down slowly, lying on his back, his chest bleeding profusely.

He widened his eyes, and looked up at Zhu Minglang in disbelief. When a person is standing, he often cannot feel the fear of a person. Only when I have a cold and disdainful face, will I truly realize the gap between myself and my opponent. This is the current situation. The opponent can step on his cheek and ravage him at will with just a slight lift of his foot!

The female swordsman who was treating Si Kongbin's wound was also a little dumbfounded.

The wound here hasn't been bandaged yet, why the elder sword master also fell down, and the injury is exactly the same, how can she handle it as a woman!

"It's too much, it's too much, this guy is here to provoke trouble, and he injured our instructor at today's sword training stage like this!!" A sword repair disciple said angrily.

Every day, there will be an elder sword master supervised by an elder sword master here, urging all Xinggong disciples to practice swords, and at the same time teaching them some sword skills.

And those who are qualified to inspect and supervise in this sword training platform are all famous sword masters in the star palace, and Sikong Cheng is one of them. Usually, he inspects and supervises here at the beginning of the month. Who knows that the sword god who is a mentor , was defeated with ease!

"Who is making trouble at the Xinggong sword platform??" From the floating sacred mountain Yufeng, a somewhat coquettish swordsman flew over with a golden sword.

At first, Zhu Minglang thought it was a female swordsman, but when the other party got closer, Zhu Minglang realized that this was a man with an overly flirtatious temperament. He had painted eyebrows, painted lips, wore jade earrings, and even his body The clothes are all bright red and purple.

This person also has sandpaper on his forehead, but it is vermilion, which adds a bit of pink to his already feminine attire!

"Create trouble... All right, all right, I'm the one to pick trouble, I'll give you one last chance, if you don't let Meng Bingci come out to see me, I'll demolish your star palace!" Zhu Minglang said.

"Who are you, and what grievances do you have with us, Meng Zun?" the flirtatious golden sword man asked.

"Hmph, grievances, it's a long story. For the sake of her own way of practice, she cruelly abandoned her married husband and handsome young child. Now this handsome child has grown up and has learned a world-class experience. Wu Gong, I came here to ask her for an explanation, and I must let her know how unparalleled the person she abandoned back then is!" Zhu Minglang said, pointing at the flirtatious golden sword man.

As soon as this remark came out, it really caused an uproar.

There are already many disciples of Yuheng Xinggong on the sword platform, including several sword cultivators from Yuheng Xinggong. They are standing on the high jade peak and looking at this place.

"Meng Zun actually has a family??"

"I didn't expect Meng Zun to have such a past."

"The bloody drama of the year, it's been a long time since such a human and moral incident happened in our Yuheng Xinggong."

"Come, come, the melons just picked are amazing!"

Countless people began to discuss, and the matter quickly spread to Yuhan Palace of Yuheng Xinggong.

As the person who has received the most attention in the Yuheng Star Palace in the past one or two years, there is such a big gossip. Everyone showed a shocked expression, and at the same time, they turned their heads and ran to tell the person they are most familiar with, so that they can see each other. Same expression as myself!

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The flirtatious golden sword man examined Zhu Minglang.

After a long time, he said coldly: "You mean, Meng Zun married you in the mortal world?"

"..." Zhu Minglang was speechless.

What kind of reading comprehension ability is this guy!

Are you out of your mind? Didn't you hear that the handsome and unparalleled person who has grown up is the protagonist of today's troubles!

"He...he said he was the son of Meng Zun." At this time, the female disciple who bandaged the wound corrected in a low voice.

"Fellow Taoist, do you know what price you have to pay for these words? As the head of our Yuheng Star Palace, Meng Zun's reputation and majesty will never be violated by anyone!" Said.

"Why can't you believe what I said is the truth?" Zhu Minglang said helplessly.

"Because this can't be true, Yuxian will never marry a mortal, let alone have a child with a mortal!" The flirtatious golden sword man said with great certainty.

"Wait a minute, you said Godhead just now... I'm looking for Meng Bingci, not your Godhead, isn't your Godhead Lu Wu that cheap...that sword fairy?" Zhu Minglang said.

"What you are talking about is our Meng Zun, who is also our new head of God. If you get the name wrong, or there is someone with the same name, then everything is fine. Of course, if you hurt someone, we will not let you go!" Said the flirtatious man with the golden sword.

"Where's Lu Wu? Isn't your godhead Lu Wu?" Zhu Minglang asked suspiciously.

"It's said to be a new appointment. Immortal Master Lu Wu has abdicated. She roams the Big Dipper and is no longer in our Yuheng Immortal Class!" Jin Jian's flirtatious man said.