Seeing this scene, Meng Xiuyuan stopped trying to hide it and said with a brilliant smile:
"I wonder if there is any senior expert who would like to come forward and give me some advice?
It’s just that the people who come up this time are somewhat capable, otherwise they won’t be able to catch my roar, and then I won’t have the chance to use the moves my master taught me.”
"You!" The minions from the Divine Fist Sect, Sea Sand Sect, and Giant Whale Gang were very angry when they heard Meng Xiuyuan speak so straightforwardly.
But taking another look at the three "senior experts" who were still unconscious at this moment, they really didn't have the courage to speak to Meng Xiuyuan again, so they had to carry him back in a gray manner.
On the contrary, He Taichong, the leader of Kunlun, spoke quietly:
"I didn't expect that the Wudang sect is really full of experts. Meng Shaoxia already has such skills at a young age. I really admire him.
In fact, we were negligent. If Meng Shaoxia had no support, how could he dare to make such a bet with us?
It seems that today, Meng Shaoxia wants to make a name for himself by stepping on us, the seniors in the world..."
He Taichong already had a grudge against Meng Xiuyuan in his heart at this time. He regarded himself as others and felt that Meng Xiuyuan acted like this in order to use their reputation to gain power and had bad intentions.
Meng Xiuyuan did not explain after hearing this. He still smiled and said to He Taichong:
"Master He, I heard that the Kunlun sect is extremely skilled in swordsmanship. The ancestor of your sect, He Zudao, is known as the chess sage, piano sage, and swordsman as the 'Three Saints of Kunlun'.
It just so happens that my master just taught me a swordsmanship two days ago, and I’m still not familiar with it, why don’t you give me some pointers?”
He Taichong had already harbored ill will toward Meng Xiuyuan. Now when he heard what Meng Xiuyuan said, he felt that Meng Xiuyuan was mocking him, and he gradually lost his grace:
"Hmph, you are so arrogant! You haven't mastered your swordsmanship yet, how dare you compete with me?"
Meng Xiu saw that he was like this and felt that he could be exploited, so he deliberately spoke more and more to provoke him:
"Haha, Master He, you are worrying too much.
Didn't I just say it? My master taught me this swordsmanship. It is the best swordsmanship in the world. Even if you are not familiar with it, it will be enough to fight you in two moves.
I wonder if you have heard that my master was not as old as I am now, and he defeated Mr. He Zudao, the forefather of your noble sect, without any serious martial arts training.
Although I am not as talented as my master, I have been practicing hard in the mountains for ten years, so I don’t think I will embarrass him."
When He Taichong heard this, he became furious.
After his master He Zudao was defeated by the young Zhang Junbao, he regarded the incident as the greatest shame in his life and vowed never to set foot in the Central Plains again in his life. He would never forget it until his death.
Now that this embarrassing old incident was brought up again by Meng Xiuyuan, He Taichong was really scarred:
"What a good boy, with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, how dare you bully my Kunlun sect like this?!
You quickly find a weapon, I want to see how much better your swordsmanship is than your verbal skills."
Everyone present was very surprised when they saw this situation. Although Meng Xiuyuan seemed to have good martial arts skills, he was still a little-known young man. No one expected that he would take the initiative to anger He Taichong, the leader of Kunlun.
Even the Seven Heroes of Wudang behind Meng Xiuyuan are really worried about him now.
"Junior brother, you are so hasty..." Song Yuanqiao murmured.
Although he knew that Meng Xiuyuan had deep internal strength, when it came to swordsmanship, he was definitely not as good as He Taichong, who had been obsessed with swordsmanship for decades.
"What should we do, senior brother, do you want us to help?
Although the swordsmanship taught by the master to my junior brother is amazing, it only took two or three days to teach him. How can he use it to master the enemy?" Yin Liting asked in a low voice, feeling uneasy in his heart.
To judge himself and others, he thought that if it was a sword competition, he would definitely not be too aggressive. Meng Xiuyuan had learned swordsmanship from Yin Liting before, so he knew Meng Xiuyuan's swordsmanship talent. He thought it would be difficult to master such a sophisticated swordsmanship in such a short time.
"Purple Sky Sword Qi".
"No. Junior brother, he just took the initiative to make a bet with someone. If we make a move, wouldn't that mean we admit defeat?
Believe me, junior brother, if he dares to do this, he must have a plan in mind." Yu Lianzhou, who was on the side, heard the conversation between the two and said with a serious face.
"That's right. Now I can only trust my junior brother." Zhang Songxi nodded secretly after hearing this, then looked at Meng Xiuyuan and asked:
"Junior brother, I see that you don't have a sword with you. Why don't you just use this one?"
When Yin Liting heard this, he quickly waved his hand to stop Zhang Songxi and said:
"No, Fourth Brother. That sword of yours is just an ordinary refined iron sword, and it is definitely not the master's sword.
Junior brother, you should use this one of mine. I spent a lot of effort finding this ‘Nebula Sword’ at that time, it is a rare sword and should be of good use.”
Mo Shenggu was equally nervous and said:
"No, Sixth Brother, your sword is too light and thin for the sake of speed. It is really not suitable for ordinary people to use.
How about I make a trip and get Master's 'True Martial Sword'?
I think that sword should be the most suitable for my junior brother."
Seeing that everyone in Wudang was busy, He Taichong became more confident and couldn't help but sarcastically said:
"Everyone of the Wudang Sect, don't be in a hurry, choose slowly, and be sure to choose the most convenient sword for your junior brother.
Otherwise, when the time comes and you lose the sword contest, you will still have to make excuses, saying that you are not good with the sword."
"Hmph!" Everyone in Wudang was angry when they heard this, but because they were worried, they couldn't say anything to fight back. They could only snort in response.
On the contrary, Meng Xiuyuan had a leisurely look on his face and said to the senior brothers nonchalantly:
"Okay, okay, stop being so busy, you guys don't trust me too much.
Do you need to be so nervous when dealing with Master He?"
After saying that, he looked around by himself, as if looking for something like this.
"Junior brother, I know you have your own ideas in mind. What kind of weapon you are looking for, we will help you find it together." Upon seeing this, Yu Daiyan hurriedly asked.
"Well... I just want to find someone who is similar... No need, Third Senior Brother, I have already found it."
While Meng Xiuyuan hesitated to answer, his eyes suddenly lit up and he walked towards the table where the Kongtong Sect was in the distance.
I saw him walking in front of Guan Neng among the five elders in Kongtong, and suddenly squatted down. A moment later, his voice came from under the table:
"Please raise your foot, thank you, you stepped on my weapon."
"Oh, okay." Guan Neng didn't know why, so he had to stop quickly.
Meng Xiuyuan stood up again, only to see that he was holding a piece of kuaizi stained with mud in his hand. It seemed that the Taoist Taoist priest had been too hasty when he removed the tableware and accidentally dropped it under the table.
Seeing this, everyone present was silent for a while.
After a while, Zhang Songxi in the distance realized what he was doing and asked in disbelief:
"Junior brother, do you want to use this kuaizi..."
"Yes, this is my sword." Meng Xiuyuan interrupted with a smile before he could finish.
While he was talking, he did not forget to secretly rub the Kuai Zi on the back of the Kongtong disciple next to him a few times to wipe off the dirt on it.