If Elder Meng loses again, they can only admit that they are unlucky and have nothing to say.

After all, several people took the initiative to find the Sword Cleaner Sect to ask for help.

As a result, you all agree with the plan they have laid out now, and Elder Meng has also taken action, so there is nothing to be dissatisfied with.

When the time comes, if the previous plan is threatened again, do you really think that Xi Jian Sect is a good man and a believer?

After all, the Xi Jian Sect also contributed, and they were the ones who signed the signature, but it would not do any good except arousing the disgust of the Xi Jian Sect.

"Okay, I can agree."

Qin Cheng looked at Elder Meng for a few times, a strange look flashed across his eyes, but he did not refuse.

"That's very good. I'm also doing it for the sake of peace among the sects. Then please ask the monks from Jubao Pavilion to draw up a new contract."

Elder Meng was relieved when he saw Qin Cheng agreeing.

With the fire dragon's blood marrow, he can't lose if he loses. As long as Qin Cheng agrees, anything is possible.

Next, monks flew in and signed the contract again, leaving the imprint of the souls of both parties.

And when only Elder Meng and Qin Cheng were left in the center of the square, news of another fight came out.

The emotions of the monks around him were suddenly aroused again.

When Qin Cheng did not agree before, Elder Meng just flew over to discuss the matter. He did not make the conversation public, but kept using his spiritual consciousness to communicate.

So everyone only knows that they are communicating with each other, but they don't know what to say.

But now, after everything was finalized, everyone knew that the two parties had re-established the contract, and that Elder Meng was going to take action himself.

"Haha, it's really ridiculous. Those three sect masters are no match, so Elder Meng stepped forward because he was afraid that the Xi Jian Sect would suffer a loss."

None of the monks were stupid. After reacting, some couldn't help but ridicule him.

"However, although Elder Meng is hypocritical, what he said is hard to grasp. For the sake of harmony among the sects, it is a good excuse."

"Everyone, let's pay attention to the bets between both parties. If the founder of Zhengqi Sect wins, he will be qualified to enter the Sword Washing Pool. How can this Sword Washing Sect be so generous?"

"What is the sword washing pool?"

"Fellow Taoist, you are not a monk from Ziyunling. This is the sword washing pool. I heard that many monks who entered the pool kept their swords in the pool. When they finally left, their spiritual swords had all become pseudo-immortal weapons."

"Not only that, there are also monks who have understood the profound origin of gold in the Sword Washing Pool, and their strength has also greatly increased."

"This sword washing pool is so powerful."

The monk who asked before couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"It's just a few spiritual mines. The purpose of Xi Jian Sect's doing this is probably not simple."

"But that only requires fellow Taoist Cheng to win. Elder Meng is the first elder of the Xijian Sect. His cultivation has been declining for a thousand years, and he is not comparable to those three sect masters."

"Don't forget, this ancestor Cheng defeated three sect masters with one move. We haven't seen his true strength yet."

"It's interesting. Both sides are very strong and have a lot of chips. In fact, I also want to see what this seemingly young ancestor of the Zhengqi Sect looks like when he takes off his mask."

In short, the monks were talking a lot and became excited again.

It is indeed the right time to come to the Zhengqi Sect’s opening ceremony.

Not only did I see the gorgeous fairy palace buildings of the Zhengqi Sect, but there were also two battles at the Tribulation Realm level.

Especially in the next match, not only are both sides extremely powerful, but the qualifications for the Sword Washing Pool are also at stake.

This is something that countless monks dream of.

Whether it's the excitement of the fight or the chips that determine victory or defeat, it's enough to whet everyone's appetite.

"Qincheng, there is a special spiritual energy fluctuation outside Elder Meng's body. He seems to be specially prepared to target you. Why don't you do it for me?"

Outside the court, Qin Cheng suddenly heard Su Wan's concerned voice.

"No, Wan'er. Since he dares to propose such conditions for a competition, he must be prepared, but I won't lose to him." Qin Cheng smiled.

Moreover, this Elder Meng is obviously confident in competing with him. If he is really replaced, his qualifications for washing the sword pool will probably be gone.

In fact, Qin Cheng also wanted to see what the method was that made the opponent so sure of winning.

As everyone retreated, Qin Cheng and Elder Meng slowly flew up in the middle of the square.

"Fellow Daoist Cheng, the rules remain as before. If one party surrenders or falls into coma, or is knocked out of the light screen, the defeat will be considered." Elder Meng's breath surged and he spoke.

"Can."

Qin Cheng nodded casually.

The moment Qin Cheng spoke, Elder Meng narrowed his eyes, and a spiritual blade suddenly appeared in his hand. A sharp sword light roared towards Qin Cheng.

"This old guy is despicable enough."

When everyone in the Zhengqi Sect saw this, they couldn't help but curse.

Although when the light curtain falls, the competition has already begun.

But after all, it was a competition between strong men in the Tribulation Realm. Elder Meng deliberately took advantage of his words to attack, like a sneak attack, without even losing any face.

Facing the sword light coming towards him, Qin Cheng frowned slightly and easily dodged it sideways.

And the next moment, more spiritual light came towards him like a downpour.

After Elder Meng took the initiative, he didn't stop for a moment.

The spiritual sword in his hand shone brightly, and every time it struck through the air, several rays of spiritual light flew out.

There are more and more auras flying towards Qincheng, and they are coming from all directions, almost surrounding Qincheng in the void.

roar!

And just when the aura was about to fall, a dragon roar sounded behind Qin Cheng.

The three-headed flame dragon appeared again, and as its huge body swung, it shattered all the brilliance of the spiritual blade.

The next moment, the three fire dragons jumped out and rushed towards Elder Meng.

"Well come."

A smile appeared on Elder Meng's lips, and he headed towards the fire dragon without dodge.

Before making contact with these giant dragons, the rolling wave of fire outside the dragon fell on Elder Meng.

"Young master's fire dragon blood marrow is really powerful, these ultimate fires are completely ineffective on me!"

Feeling that the fire was hitting his face, but not threatening him at all, Elder Meng's eyes flashed with surprise.

The spiritual energy all over his body suddenly surged, and the brilliance of the spiritual blade in his hand instantly increased by ten feet.

Holding this shocking long sword, Elder Meng shouted loudly, and just as the fire dragon rushed towards him, the sword light fell down.

Poof!

Under everyone's surprised gazes, Elder Meng cut off the giant flame dragon in front of him with one stroke of his sword, then turned his body around, and two consecutive shock waves passed by.

The two fire dragons beside him also whined, and their bodies shattered into pieces, turning into flames and dissipating.

"This Elder Meng seems not to be afraid of the fierce flames."

"It's not just a fierce flame, this is a supreme fire. Could it be that Elder Meng, like Mr. Lu, has had adventures?"

Seeing Elder Meng floating triumphantly in the flames transformed from the fire dragon, everyone was surprised again.

Just now, they saw with their eyes that when Elder Meng's sword fell, the two fire dragons beside him breathed out dragon breath all over the sky.
Chapter completed!