Chapter 1507: Young Meng Qing

"Stop! I lose!" shouted one of them.

The fact that this battle ended with one of them admitting defeat really made Pei Junlin feel a little unbelievable.

However, it is indeed a good thing that the battle can end in a peaceful situation, because it avoids the loss of both sides. After all, it is a battle within the sect, and it is just a fight for a ranking, so there is no need to fight to the death.

In fact, life and death in the arena are often changing rapidly, but there are also many grievances and grievances behind it.

Just like the previous battle between Pei Junlin and Yang Du, it was accidental that the two were born and died. If there was blood in the rest of the battle, it is very likely that the two have enemies behind them.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all five internal organs, not to mention the huge holy land of green cattle, which occupies a planet-like existence. The population in the entire Qingniu Holy Land is countless, and the major forces are divided into subdivisions. Not only are the elders standing on their own hills, but each core disciple is a powerful force, and there are countless fans under the sect.

These disciples competed with each other for fame and fortune, and the struggle for interests was also very cruel, which was not conducive to the struggle between sects.

What Pei Junlin was really interested in was the second scene, the battle between He Yundong and a man named Meng Qing.

That Meng Qing jumped onto the stage first, he looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, he was extremely immature and not tall. A jade flute was inserted obliquely behind Meng Qing, who looked like a literary boy.

Then He Yundong was different, he jumped onto the ring with bare hands, his whole person looked extremely domineering, he walked vigorously, his eyes swept down the stage, and he had an aura of dominance.

There was a buzz of discussion in the audience, and everyone felt that Meng Qing was likely to fail this time. After all, the ranking gap between Meng Qing and He Yundong was not small.

That Meng Qing was polite, but the domineering displayed by He Rundong made people feel a little unbearable, and Meng Qing jumped off the stage to admit defeat as soon as he opened his mouth.

Although Meng Qing looked like an elegant scholar, there was also a firm aura between his brows. Seeing that He Yundong didn't show any face, he couldn't help showing a cold look.

The two of them started to move after a few words without speculation. Standing in the audience, Pei Junlin slowly relaxed when he saw the fight between He Yundong and Meng Qing on the stage.

This is not to say that Pei Junlin thinks that He Yundong's strength is not enough, but that Pei Junlin has found a way to restrain He Yundong. Generally speaking, all of He Yundong's attack points are on his sword.

He Yundong's swordsmanship is very good, it must be Pei Junlin who has seen very few swordsmanship masters. A reddish rapier in his hand exudes a strong aura of flames, and every time he puffs and puffs it is like a fire dragon.

But Meng Qing was not weak either, the jade flute in his hand emitted bursts of sound, bursts of sound wave energy enveloped him, and the sword energy emitted by He Yundong would soon be disintegrated by Meng Qing.

The two of them fought for a long time and they still didn't know much about each other, but everyone in the audience watched it with gusto, especially this kind of fight between top experts, every detail is worth learning.

Even Zhang Huizi, who was standing beside Pei Junlin, watched with relish, wishing to engrave every picture deeply into his mind.

In Pei Junlin's view, this battle was a bit boring. After all, the fighting skills and certain moves that these two people were proud of, in Pei Junlin's view, it was like a child's play house.

"The little guy is quite tough, so let me show you what real power is." He Yundong stirred the sword in his hand, and a beam of sword light turned into a green dragon, and suddenly entwined towards Meng Qing.

This is a vivid green dragon that should have the consciousness of Jianqi Hualing, stretching out its huge claws and grabbing towards Meng Qing.

Sure enough, Meng Qing remained calm in the face of danger. Although he took two steps back, rubbing his hands together, the jade flute in his hand suddenly flew up into the sky, and turned into a bird emitting faint water light.

The bird flew two or three miles in the sky, then suddenly landed and fought with the green dragon.

Boom!

There were huge fluctuations and noises from the arena, and the green dragon was torn to pieces unexpectedly when it lost to the birds. This made He Yundong's expression extremely ugly.

It was said before that he would beat Pei Junlin to death on the stage, but now he can't even beat Meng Qing, which is indeed a bit embarrassing, which makes He Yundong feel pressured.

Seeing the opponent's sword energy being crushed, Meng Qing naturally refused to let go of this opportunity at this time, her body suddenly rushed forward, and at the same time, her palm kept flying, pinching out the mysterious seal formula.

Golden silk threads appeared in Meng Qing's palm, and these threads were like strings, forming a long piano made of light in mid-air.

As Meng Qing plucked the strings, an extremely pleasant clanging sound came from the strings, but in Pei Junlin's eyes, he felt a little suspicious.

Pei Junlin has seen sonic attacks before, but there is no one who specializes in sonic attacks like Meng Qing. Meng Qing has reached the pinnacle in this field.

Ordinary people think that swords are sharp weapons, but in Meng Qing's hands, the invisible sound waves have become the most terrifying weapons in the world.

Circles of ripples spread out, sweeping across the place where He Yundong was standing, and after the green dragon that He Yundong transformed before was broken, the long sword in his hand was in a state of decline, and the light was dim. Obviously, the spirit of the sword in his hand has been damaged.

At this time, Meng Qing had already locked onto He Yundong, and kept plucking the strings, and the waves of energy combined with punches enveloped He Yundong.

Almost everyone showed dumbfounded expressions. They didn't expect Meng Qing to push He Yundong to such a point, but Pei Jun felt that He Yundong still had a lot of cards in his heart.

Sure enough, the next second He Yundong rose from the ground, his body suddenly turned into a ball of swords, and everyone's swords became one. When the sword light cut it, it immediately chopped up the circles of sound waves, and smashed the jiaoweiqin that had been transformed from Meng Qing's hand.

"I didn't want to kill you, but if you want to force me, then you go to die." He Yundong's voice was full of cold breath, and a gust of north wind blew, and all the people present felt a gust of cold .

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw pieces of withered and yellow fallen leaves falling from the sky. These fallen leaves appeared out of thin air. Every leaf is as sharp as a sword, wrapping towards Meng Qing like a wasp, trying to chop Meng Qing into pieces.

Pei Junlin frowned slightly, but he didn't expect that He Yundong's attack would be so fierce, not only to kill the opponent, but also to crush the opponent directly.

There is no deep hatred between He Yundong and Meng Qing, but it is such a desperate means to kill people.

Each leaf is like the blade of a steel knife, and the flying leaves are like a turbine blade. If you want to strangle Meng Qing into it, the consequences can be imagined, Meng Qing will definitely turn into a pulp.

What Pei Junlin could understand, some people present couldn't understand it, but the few people sitting on the high platform could definitely understand it.

However, whether it was Wan Qingshan or Luo Song, the two of them seemed to turn a deaf ear to it, as if they didn't see it at all, they were still sitting there chatting and laughing happily.

"It's so beautiful, these red maple leaves..." Zhang Huizi showed a look of infatuation.

Indeed, this is He Yundong's way of standing out. It looks beautiful, like autumn leaves, full of a kind of bleak and quiet beauty.

However, Pei Junlin knew that this was the cruelest method in the world, and at this moment he was a little worried about Meng Qing's safety.

After all, judging from the appearance alone, Meng Qing is just a thin young man, who looks only sixteen or seventeen years old, with an immature look on his face.

But soon, Pei Junlin also saw a powerful aura from Meng Qing. This young man was obviously not simple.

The figure of the young man spread out suddenly, and behind him appeared a huge phantom of a toad. The toad opened its mouth wide and began to devour the world, swallowing all the fallen leaves in the sky.

Seeing this scene, not only was there a burst of exclamation from the crowd, but even the expressions on the faces of several elders were a little shocked. Wan Qingshan and Luo Song finally looked sideways at this time, their eyes fell on the huge phantom toad, and there was also a look of doubt on their faces.

"What is that? Such a big toad..." Zhang Huizi looked at Pei Junlin, hoping to get Pei Junlin's answer.

Pei Junlin didn't answer right away, but listened to the discussions around him. Some people thought it was Meng Qing's war pet, while others thought it was the true spirit that Meng Qing condensed.

Some people even think that this is Meng Qing's second soul. In short, there are different opinions. Even Na Luosong and Wan Qingshan are pointing and pointing, seeming to be arguing endlessly.

"This is not a second soul, let alone a true spirit or a battle pet, but Meng Qing's supernatural power." Pei Junlin smiled and expressed his opinion.

Pei Junlin could see that there were runes flashing on the toad's vanity. It was obvious that Meng Qing had used some mysterious supernatural power and possessed a powerful devouring ability.

Even Pei Junlin can feel the phantom of this toad, which can devour the world and even some rules of the world.

This is He Yundong who is the most unhappy person in the ring. He played the strongest move, but it was cracked by Meng Qing. Obviously, he can be majestic, but at this time he is a little disgraced.

The battle was still going on, and both He Yundong and Meng Qing were clearly on fire, so Meng Qing took out the jade flute behind his back and played a song. Everyone was intoxicated by the resonant sound of the flute and the melodious melody, but He Yundong, who was standing opposite Meng Qing, looked more and more ugly.

Because he had no choice but to keep dancing the long sword in his hand.

Meng Qing's attack was even more pervasive, constantly harassing He Yundong from all directions. He Yundong always has a lot of means, but he can't use them at this time, because he has some hole cards waiting to be used against Pei Junlin. If they are exposed in advance, they will be useless at that time.