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

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

As a result, you also agreed with the plan that others have arranged, and Elder Meng has taken action, so what else can you be dissatisfied with?

In the past, if you threaten the previous plan, do you really think that the Sword Washing Sect is a good man and a trusted woman?

After all, the Sword Sect also made efforts, and they were the ones who signed and stamped. In the end, there was no benefit except to arouse the Sword Sect's disgust.

"Okay, I can agree."

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

"It's so good. I'm also for the harmony of the sects. Then I'll ask the cultivators of Jubao Pavilion to draw up a contract again."

Elder Meng was relieved when he saw Qin Cheng agreeing.

With the Fire Dragon Blood Marrow, you can't lose by yourself. As long as Qin Cheng agrees, everything will be fine.

Next, a monk flew over and signed a contract again, leaving behind a soul mark on both sides.

When only Elder Meng and Qin Cheng were left in the center of the square, news of another battle came out.

The emotions of the monks around him were immediately mobilized again.

When Qin Cheng did not agree before, Elder Meng just flew over to discuss the matter, and did not make the conversation public, but kept sending voices to his mind.

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

And now, everything was confirmed, and everyone realized that the two sides had re-determined the contract and Elder Meng was going to take action himself.

"Haha, it's really ridiculous. Those three sect leaders are not opponents, so Elder Meng came forward, for fear that the Sword Cleansing Sect will suffer."

The monks were not stupid, and after they reacted, some people couldn't help but ridicule.

"However, although Elder Meng is hypocritical, his words are beyond the reach of a handle. It is a good excuse for the harmony between the sects."

"Everyone, please pay attention to the bets of both parties. If the ancestor of the Zhengqi Sect wins, he will be qualified to enter the sword washing pool. Is this sword washing sect so big?"

"What is the sword wash pool?"

"Fellow Daoist is not a cultivator from Ziyunling. I heard that many cultivators who entered the swordsman raise swords in the pool. When they finally left, the spiritual swordsman developed pseudo-immortal weapons."

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

"This sword washing pool is so powerful."

The monk who asked before could not help but be surprised.

"It's just a few spiritual ores. The purpose of doing this in the Sword Sect is probably not simple."

"But that's what Fellow Daoist Cheng must win. Elder Meng is the first elder of the Sword Cleansing Sect. His cultivation has been declining for a thousand years, and it is not comparable to those three sect masters."

"Don't forget, this Cheng Shizu defeated the three sect leaders in one move. I have never seen the real strength yet."

"Interesting, both sides are very strong and have a lot of bargaining chips. Actually, I also want to see what this old ancestor of the Zhengqi Sect looks like when he takes off his mask."

In short, the monks were talking and became more and more looking forward to it again.

This time, I came to the opening ceremony of Zhengqi Sect, and I was indeed right.

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

Especially in the next game, not only are both extremely powerful, but it also affects the qualifications of the Sword Washing Pool.

This is something countless monks dream of.

Whether it is the excitement of the battle or the bargaining chips for winning or losing, they are enough to arouse everyone's appetite.

"Qincheng, there is a special spiritual fluctuation outside this Elder Meng's body, and it seems that he is prepared to target you specifically. It's better to replace me."

Outside the venue, Qin Cheng suddenly heard Su Wan's concerning voice.

"No, Wan'er. Since he dared to propose such a competitive condition, he would definitely be prepared, but I wouldn't lose to him." Qin Cheng smiled.

Moreover, Elder Meng is obviously confident in fighting with him. If he really changes people, the qualification to wash the sword pool will be gone.

In fact, Qin Cheng also wanted to see what the method to make the other party so sure to win was.

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

"Fellow Daoist Cheng, the rules are as old as before. One party admits defeat or is in a coma, or is knocked out of the light curtain. How about it?" Elder Meng said with a breath surging.

"Can."

Qin Cheng nodded casually.

Just as Qin Cheng was speaking, Elder Meng narrowed his eyes, and a spiritual blade suddenly appeared in his hand, and a sharp sword light roared towards Qin Cheng.

"This old guy is mean enough."

Seeing this, everyone in Zhengqi Sect couldn't help but curse.

Although when the light curtain falls, the battle has begun.

But at least it was a competition among the powerful men in the Tribulation Realm. Elder Meng deliberately took advantage of the time of speaking, just like a sneak attack, not even a little face.

Facing the sword light pounced on him, Qin Cheng frowned slightly and easily avoided him.

And the next moment, more inspiration came towards me like a pouring rain.

After Elder Meng took the lead, he kept not stopping.

The spirit sword in his hand shone brightly, and every time it fell from the air, it flew out with several spiritual lights.

The more and more inspirational lights flew towards Qincheng, and they were almost surrounded by the void around Qincheng in all directions.

roar!

And just as the spirit light was about to fall, a dragon roar sounded behind Qin Cheng.

The three-headed flaming dragon appeared again, and the huge body swung, shattering all the lights of the spirit blades.

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

“Good come.”

Elder Meng smiled at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't dodge or avoid it and headed towards the fire dragon.

Before he could contact 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 the fire hitting my face, but not at all threatened me, a surprise flashed across Elder Meng's eyes.

The spiritual energy in his body suddenly surged, and the light of the spiritual blade in his hand suddenly surged ten feet.

Holding the shocking sword in his hand, Elder Meng shouted loudly, and just as the fire dragon rushed over, the sword light fell.

Puff!

In everyone's surprise eyes, Elder Meng cut off the flaming dragon in front of him with a knife, then his body turned around, and two consecutive shocking geese passed by.

Two fire dragons beside him whine, and their bodies shattered and turned into flames and dissipated.

"This elder Meng seems not afraid of the flames."

"It's not just the flame, it's the fire. Could it be that Elder Meng, like Mr. Lu, has had an adventure?"

Looking at Elder Meng who was slacking off proudly in the flames turned into by the fire dragon, everyone was surprised again.

Just now, they saw that when Elder Meng's sword light fell, the two fire dragons beside him spit out the breath of the dragon.

However, under the flames of fire, Elder Meng had no effect at all. He slaughtered the fire dragon with two swords.
Chapter completed!