"Of all of you here, is there anyone else who would like to come forward and give me advice? I, Meng Xiuyuan, am happy to accompany you!"
As soon as Meng Xiuyuan said these words, the hall instantly became quiet, so quiet that Meng Xiuyuan could almost hear his own echo.
He Taichong, the five elders of Kongtong, and the three great Shaolin monks, the ones with the highest status and kung fu among everyone here, not only have all been defeated by Meng Xiuyuan, but each of them was defeated so cleanly and cleanly that they lost all face.
Even the most arrogant and ignorant person could see at this time that Meng Xiuyuan was not an unknown junior in the world. He was obviously a mysterious and unpredictable young master.
Judging from the miserable performances of the three sects of Kongtong, Kunlun, and Shaolin, if Meng Xiuyuan wanted to deal with anyone present, he would definitely not need to use a second move.
Under such circumstances, how could anyone dare to take the lead?
"If that's the case, then my bet can be considered a win, right?" Meng Xiuyuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said with a smile.
Although he said this, he knew in his heart that things would not be that simple, so he secretly observed the reactions of everyone present in his heart.
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the hall became noisy again, with everyone walking around and whispering.
The temptation of the dragon-slaying knife was too great. Even if they saw Meng Xiuyuan's strong martial arts skills and the constraints of the bet, it was still too difficult for them to give up like this.
After a long while, Kunlun Xihuazi finally jumped out again and spoke out everyone's thoughts.
"Meng Shaoxia, you are so talented in martial arts at such a young age, we all admire you.
It's just that Xie Xun and we have an incomprehensible hatred, and none of you here can let go of it easily.
Today, even if we have to be the villains who betray our promises and go back on our word, we will never give up.
Meng Shaoxia, you are young and have a promising future, why did you waste your wealth and life for Xie Xun?"
This Xihuazi brazenly said that he was breaking the contract, but he still had a righteous look on his face, which made Meng Xiuyuan feel angry in his heart.
He ignored the clown-like Xi Huazi, turned to look at the other people in the hall and asked:
"Everyone, do you all have the same idea as Xihuazi?"
There was still silence in the main hall, and everyone's eyes were staring directly at Meng Xiuyuan without evading him.
No one answered him, but everyone had already answered him.
"Okay! Hahaha, the martial arts heroes and the heroes of the world are all well-deserved." Meng Xiuyuan stared at the people present with his dark eyes: "Then I would like to ask one more question. If it is the whereabouts of Xie Xun, I will not tell you.
What do you want?"
Na Xihuazi didn't know what was wrong. Seeing the support of so many people, his words became more arrogant:
"Meng Shaoxia, those who understand current affairs are heroes. You'd better not fail to see the situation clearly."
"Xi Huazi, are you threatening me?" Meng Xiuyuan lowered his eyelids with no expression on his face.
"So what? Hundreds of us here swarmed forward, can you, the Wudang Sect, resist?" Seeing this, Xihuazi no longer tried to hide it, and directly took out a long sword from his waist.
Meng Xiuyuan snorted coldly, and suddenly ran out of the place, so fast that people couldn't see the movement. A green shadow that resembled a lake flashed between the people, and he was already standing in front of Xihuazi.
"You?!" Xi Huazi was shocked and turned pale. He drew his sword and was about to stab Meng Xiuyuan. Upon seeing this, the other Kunlun disciples beside him also stepped forward and wanted to help.
However, Meng Xiuyuan just reached out and grabbed Xihuazi's long sword, and put it on his neck. The Kunlun disciples who wanted to come up to help were all slapped back by Meng Xiuyuan with a wave of his sleeves.
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"Stop!" "Don't act nonsense!" "Everyone come together!"
Everyone present saw Xi Huazi, who had been speaking out, being captured by Meng Xiuyuan. They thought that today's matter had not ended well, and that it might be time for a head-on confrontation. They all stopped worrying and stood up one by one and drew out their weapons.
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Hundreds of people drew their swords together with the sound of "choking, banging, banging". Suddenly, the hall was tense.
"How dare you! In my Wudang Sect Zixiao Palace, how dare you do this?" Seeing that the situation was out of control, Meng Xiuyuan simply tiptoed and used Xi Huazi's head for the second time to leap to a height close to the ceiling of the hall.
Among the hundreds of people, there were a few who were astute. When they saw Meng Xiuyuan leaping high, they thought of his previous skills in hurting people from a distance, and knew that he was going to attack everyone. They quickly took out their hidden weapons and shot Meng Xiuyuan in the air.
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Suddenly, there were countless darts, poisonous needles, marbles and hidden arrows, which seemed to turn Meng Xiuyuan into a hornet's nest in the next moment.
But what surprised them was that even though Meng Xiuyuan did not hide or block him, the densely packed hidden weapons seemed to be afraid of him, and they all circled around him, and they all hit the roof and beams of Zixiao Palace. None of them
Can hit.
When Meng Xiu saw this scene, his anger became even more intense. The sword in his hand shook like a silver snake and stabbed out in mid-air like a storm.
The move "Guanshan Falling Plum" was used by Meng Xiuyuan with all his strength
"簌簌簌簌"
Amidst the sounds of countless sword energy piercing the air, the hall below exploded piece by piece. Smoke filled the air for a while, and howls could be heard everywhere.
Meng Xiuyuan turned around in the air and landed next to everyone in Wudang.
"Junior brother, you are impulsive..." Zhang Cuishan frowned, secretly sighing that today's events had finally come to this point, feeling filled with regret.
Even if they can win today, but they have offended so many famous sects, how will the Wudang Sect survive and develop in this martial arts world in the future?
"Fifth brother, why are you talking so much now? Let's quickly form the Zhenwu Seventh Formation and join our junior brother in defending against the enemy!" Song Yuanqiao took the lead in pulling out his long sword, showing his attitude of supporting Meng Xiuyuan.
"Yes, we brothers will fight against the enemy together today!" "They bully others too much. Do they really think that my Wudang has no one?"
The other five heroes drew their swords and stood in the position of Beidou. They all looked majestic and stood majestically.
Seeing such a scene, Zhang Cuishan didn't know what to say, so he could only draw his long sword and join the Zhenwu Seven Sections Formation.
On the contrary, Meng Xiuyuan, who was the first to take action, quickly shook his head and explained:
"Brothers, don't be anxious. Things haven't reached this level yet. Just be patient and just watch."
Sure enough, after waiting for a while and waiting for the dust to disperse, the scene was very different from what everyone expected.
There were neither broken limbs nor dead bodies. Although there were indeed many people lying on the ground, most of them had no injuries. The most serious ones were skin scratches from flying wood chips.
On the contrary, few of the wooden tables and chairs in the original hall were spared, and most of them were cut and blown to pieces by the sword energy.
The sword energy was so powerful that in some places even the floor tiles were shattered and flew away. This was the main reason why the hall was so dusty just now.
After staying for a long time, not only the Wudang Sect members, but also other people in the hall saw the current situation clearly and were very shocked.
Meng Xiuyuan's sword move created such a huge momentum, but it didn't hurt any of them.
No one is stupid enough to think that every shot of Meng Xiuyuan's sword energy missed the target.
"Meng Shaoxia, you..." Although Xi Huazi is not a good person, he is not indifferent to right and wrong after all. Seeing such a scene, he can no longer say anything harsh to Meng Xiuyuan, and he is even a little grateful in his heart.
Meng Xiuyuan ignored him, turned to look at everyone present, and said in a majestic voice:
"Now let me ask you one more question, is my Wudang sect's martial arts the best in the world?"