Zhong Shenxiu naturally sensed Meng Shaobai's amazing vigor. His face was calm and unmoved. He was as calm as the vast ocean, swallowing up all Meng Shaobai's overwhelming momentum. He calmly looked at the ongoing internal affairs below.

The disciples competed and seemed very interested.

"This boy is very arrogant. He keeps testing my depth with sword energy!"

"I'm really sorry for his hesitation and his sharp sword energy. If he has the ability, he will attack directly. He is always testing, too much is not enough!"

"If it weren't for the need to maintain an image, I would have taught you how to be a human being and let you know the cruelty of reality. I am not your father, and I need to tolerate you everywhere!"

Although Zhong Shenxiu looked very calm on the surface, he was extremely unhappy in his heart. He kept slandering Meng Shaobai, saying that the swordsman was unyielding and showed his sharp edge, so he took action.

"If you can do it, don't beep. Meng Shaobai has really lost all his swordsmanship inheritance. He doesn't have the temperament of a swordsman to do anything. Let's cut him with his sword first. As for whether he can beat me or not, that will be needed later.

Something to consider!”

Zhong Shenxiu could sense the sharp sword energy in Meng Shaobai's body. He would rather break than bend, and his indomitable energy was different from the magical powers and secrets of the Yuhua Sect. He should have obtained other inheritance traditions, and it was the inheritance of the ancient swordsmanship sect. Only those with iron heads

Only a sword cultivator possesses such an astonishing edge, leaving no room for either the enemy or himself.

It's no wonder that all the ancient swordsmanship sects have declined. Every time they fight, they will be divided into life and death. No matter how many disciples there are, they can't withstand such consumption. If you don't decline, who will decline?

Just as Zhong Shenxiu guessed, Meng Shaobai practices the ultimate swordsmanship of the ancient sword sect, the Wusheng Sword Sect! All cultivators pay attention to the fact that there is always a glimmer of hope between heaven and earth, but the Wusheng Sword Sect does the opposite.

When doing things, they never leave any chance of life. The same is true when doing things. This is a situation that seems right but not right.

A seemingly evil but not evil sect, it was passed down by a single line in ancient times, but its descendants from generation to generation all had talents in the world. One person and one sword disrupted the secrets of heaven, unleashed murderous intent, and turned the world upside down! Later, because this sword sect was so powerful that it defied heaven and earth.

, the inheritance was cut off. Unexpectedly, the inheritance reappeared in this era and was inherited by Meng Shaobai!

In other words, Meng Shaobai is now not only the head of the Wusheng Sword Sect, but also a true disciple, and also an elder, supreme elder, and to put it bluntly, he is just a bare commander.

Of course, this does not prevent Meng Shaobai from becoming the true disciple of the Yuhua Sect. If he reaches the secret realm of immortality in the future, there is hope that he can compete with Hua Tiandu for the position of leader.

The position of leader of the Yuhua Sect is no small matter. The reason why Meng Shaobai keeps testing Zhong Shenxiu now is to prepare for the fight for the leader position, because he feels that Zhong Shenxiu is also one of the strong candidates to compete for the leader position.

, is a strong competitor.

Meng Shaobai wanted to defeat Zhong Shenxiu, a powerful opponent, before competing with Hua Tiandu. He wanted to use it as his own whetstone to sharpen his edge and make himself sharper and stronger.

Hua Tiandu was sitting above, looking at Meng Shaobai who was constantly provoking and testing Zhong Shenxiu, and his heart blossomed with joy. The scheming man smiled lightly and said in a stoking tone.

"Junior Brother Meng has survived the catastrophe this time. I am very gratified. He has superb qualifications and amazing talents. His cultivation speed is second only to Junior Brother Zhong among the true disciples of my Yuhua Sect!"

Hua Tiandu was not praising Meng Shaobai, it was clearly a slap in the face. When Meng Shaobai, who was already unhappy, heard this, his face turned dark and gloomy as water, and the sword energy around him exploded, extremely sharp, straight into the sky, and scattered.

Thick clouds and bright sunshine fell on Meng Shaobai's body, majestic and sacred.

The other four true disciples looked at each other, with half-smiles in their eyes. They all saw that Meng Shaobai was young and frivolous, sharp and unwilling to be outdone. He was very dissatisfied with Zhong Shenxiu for suppressing his limelight. Hua Tiandu

This is deliberately irritating Meng Shaobai, trying to sow discord and provoke Meng Shaobai to take action to find trouble for Zhong Shenxiu and sit firmly on Diaoyutai.

When snipe and clam fight, the fisherman gains. Meng Shaobai understands this truth. Although this man is lawless, unrestrained, bold and domineering, he is not a fool.

It's just that sometimes, people know this truth clearly, but they can't remain indifferent. Meng Shaobai is a sword practitioner, and he is used to speaking with the sword in his hand. He goes straight and goes forward indomitably. He doesn't want to suppress his own temperament, so he stood up suddenly,

Slowly rising, standing in the void, drawing the sword and pointing directly at Zhong Shenxiu, with terrifying momentum and unparalleled sharpness.

"Zhong Shenxiu, do you dare to fight me?"

As soon as Meng Shaobai's words came out, there was a stir and vibration, and the heaven and earth resonated. Countless people were so shocked that they cast their eyes here. The inner disciples competing below also stopped and looked up into the void.
Chapter completed!