Tang Cheng wandered in the sword light, which was even more thrilling than walking on the sword mountain. The broken sword energy dripped blood from the surface of his skin. However, Tang Cheng had no time to pay attention to his injuries, and he focused all his attention on the free sword silk in the air.

The sword threads cut by Meng Jin did not dissipate directly, but instead changed from one to two, but the length became shorter. When Tang Cheng used the silent technique, he condensed the sword threads continuously when he was unable to release them. In a short while, dozens of long and short sword threads were scattered in all directions in the air.

With a light shout, the sword silk was under Tang Cheng's command, and he covered Meng Jin with his head. How could a mere long sword be able to defend against so many sword silk?

Meng Jin's face was solemn. If he was injured in such a small field, his reputation for life would probably become a big joke. Thinking of this, Meng Jin took a long breath and let out a long whistle!

Amid the long whistle, a powerful white tiger statue appeared behind Meng Jin.

"Dharma!"

"It's a white tiger! The divine beast!"

However, after just two sentences, these guys stopped. The deafening roar was like thunder tearing the sky. Tang Cheng's sword thread scattered like willow catkins with a sound wave. Tang Cheng himself had to stagger back, blood flowing out of his ears, looking extremely shrill.

Those guys watching the fun outside caught off guard, all of them were in a mess, and they wanted to be deaf in their ears. What was even more terrifying was the killing intention of all living beings, which penetrated people's hearts and completely shocked the audience.

On the high platform, Luo Ying said with a serious expression: "It is the natural magic power of the Dharma image, and the white tiger roars!" Then, Luo Ying sighed softly and said: "I didn't expect that among the outer disciples, there was someone who could force Meng Jin to such a level. It was really amazing!"

Mu Jiang said coldly: "So what? He is going to lose!"

The aftermath of the White Tiger's roaring horror was still unbearable. No one in Tangcheng, the first to be the one who was hit, was optimistic about it. However, Tangcheng on the ring was not ready to give up.

Although Meng Jin's move is powerful, it will never last.

Tang Cheng insisted, and the intimidating murderous intent could only stir up huge waves in the sea of ​​relics of Tang Cheng, but it did not hurt his soul at all. It could not be asked Tang Cheng to give up resistance, he still insisted.

It's hard to last.

As the roar was about to stop, Tang Cheng suddenly bit the tip of his tongue. The Bilan Sword swung its slant, and it slashed out a sword thread with all its strength, slashing Meng Jin like lightning. Tang Cheng himself lacked energy, and the holes were even dry, and he was suddenly unstable. There was a dizzy feeling in front of him, and Tang Cheng quickly settled his body with the Bilan Sword at the base before he stabilized his body.

The last sword thread was like an antelope hanging on its horns, and it was called by Meng Jin to avoid anything. Seeing the sword thread coming straight to his eyebrows, Meng Jin grabbed it in the air with his left hand and grabbed the sword thread in his hand.

The Qi in the palm of the palm rubbed against the sword thread, and Meng Jin's protective Qi was broken like tofu. Even though Meng Jin was quick to let go, his palm was cut off by the sword thread, and he almost cut off half of his palm.

Scarlet blood fell down and hit the ring. Meng Jin looked at the wound in his palm, his face full of disbelief. After a long time, he took out a bottle of medicine, reached out his fingers and dug out some snow-white ointment. The strange fragrance came. Meng Jin just touched the wound, and the wound healed in an instant.

Tang Cheng looked silently, but did not stop him. Meng Jin stared at Tang Cheng. After a while, he laughed and said, "It's a pity for you to be such an interesting guy like you just now!"

"I admit defeat!" When the three words were expressed, it immediately caused an uproar. Meng Jin is not an unknown junior. Even among the inner disciples, he is a well-deserved strong man.

Amid the noise of the crowd, the two people on the ring seemed to have never heard of it. Tangcheng had the demons in the fetal world as their backing. After a few breaths, his energy was restored, and his listless spirit was revived again.

After hearing Meng Jin admit defeat, Tang Cheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief. It was very obvious that Meng Jin did not take out his full skills to fight Tang Cheng, otherwise it would have been a one-sided battle, rather than an ending with a peak of the way in front of him.

"Senior Brother Meng admit it!" Tang Cheng was politely speaking while thinking about which opponent to choose. However, Meng Jin laughed "sneer" and said, "I really gave in! Remember, you owe me a gold-type Five Elements Spirit Stone. When you become an inner disciple, I will come to ask for it. In addition, I will give another gift. By the way, giving gifts is to make it happen if someone receives them!"

Meng Jin was deceived by Tang Cheng's miserable appearance and thought that Tang Cheng was unable to fight again. He shook his body and flew to the high platform. He ignored Mu Jiang and bowed directly to Luo Ying Zhenren: "I heard that if the inner disciple loses and is angry, he can continue to challenge him! I wonder if this is true?"

"Not bad!" Luo Ying stared at Meng Jin in confusion, not understanding what he meant. But Mu Jiang did have a clever and delicate heart. He immediately felt something was wrong. Just when he was about to interrupt, he was already one step too late.

Meng Jin had already spoken and said, "Disciple wants to challenge Junior Brother Tang again!"

"Accurate!" Luo Ying Zhenren has always been committed to practicing and is very slow to deal with these intrigue affairs. He even thought that Meng Jin really wanted to challenge Tangcheng again.

"Let's wait!" Although Mu Jiang's words came one step late, since Luo Ying had agreed, he would never slap himself in the face and reject his statement.

But Mu Jiang was still not ready to give up. He was about to persuade Meng Jin to give up and said, "Meng Jin, that Tang City is extremely strange. If you can't beat him, it will be difficult to force him to hide his power. Don't beware of letting others try it!"

Meng Jin rolled his eyes and asked with a sneer, "I am still defeated, let alone others! Or is it that junior brother is very sure to surpass me!"

All the inner sect monks who were forced to participate in this competition were backward in their practice. The rebellious Meng Jin was the well-deserved first person among them. Moreover, Meng Jin was born in the four major cultivation families in the first-line Tianzong, and no one was willing to establish such an enemy, so he was swept away his eyes, and the inner sect disciples turned their eyes to other places.

Mu Jiang's face darkened and he said, "Are you really going to go against me?"

Meng Jin laughed and said, "Elder Mu is so serious! All the disciples' actions are in line with the rules of the sect. Is the elder trying to question the rules of the sect?"

"You..." Mu Jiang was speechless for a while. Meng Jin ignored him anymore and said to Luo Ying Zhenren: "I had fought with Junior Brother Tang for a long time before, and thought hard for a while. I found that I could not untie his sword threads no matter what, in order to avoid wasting each other's time!"

"Disciple decided to admit defeat!"

If Meng Jin had previously admitted defeat, it was an earthquake that caused an uproar among all living beings, then this time it was the end of the world. No one would do this like Meng Jin. The first-line Tianzong has never happened in the past thousand years. Dozens of inner disciples looked at Meng Jin as if they were looking at a madman, although Meng Jin had long been known for being crazy.

Luo Ying was stunned when she heard this, and then she realized that she had been fooled by Meng Jin. However, she was not angry, but instead found it interesting and smiled and said, "It's really interesting, why are you?"

Meng Jin sighed softly and said helplessly: "There is no way. He is exhausted. No matter who he fights, he is afraid he will lose. If I lose first but is won by the person behind me, then where will I put my face?"

"Is this a reason?" Luo Ying Zhenren smiled helplessly. Even if she was not very good at affairs, she would not believe such nonsense. Meng Jin smiled and said, "The real person is really aware of his own. I just think that if such an interesting person cannot become an inner disciple, he will be ridiculed by people from other sects!"

Luo Ying, the real person, no longer paid attention to the rapid nonsense and immediately sang: "No. 13, Lei Tangcheng will become an inner disciple, and you can come on stage!"

Tang Cheng's miserable appearance was originally a deceiving opponent, hoping to catch someone off guard, but unexpectedly, he fell from the sky. He immediately understood that this was what Meng Jin called a surprise!

【The Master is here, how should I express my joy?】

Tang Cheng was overjoyed, but everyone in the audience was feeling like a roller coaster, dizzy. Among them, there were two people, especially those who looked pale, which were Feng Lie and Xue Lingfu.

When Tang Cheng won consecutive victories among the outer disciples, Feng Lie was still guiding Xue Lingfu, saying that Tang Cheng was just the last of his strength and his defeat was right in front of him. After Tang Cheng defeated Meng Jin, the two were still comforting themselves. Tang Cheng's appearance could not defeat the next inner disciple no matter what.

However, the words of Luo Ying, like the destruction thunder, directly sentenced them to death. In any case, they did not expect that an ordinary disciple they had betrayed would rise to an inner disciple like a rocket.

They crawled out of the crowd in a mess, and the two of them had no intention of watching the game. It was their top priority to find a way to avoid Tang Cheng's revenge.

Compared to the two of them's latecomer, Hu Lulei was much more tactful. When the game was in full swing, he had already nodded in front of a majestic disciple and pretended to be a slave and lackey.
Chapter completed!