I Shall Seal the Heavens

It was quiet outside the martial arts arena. Hundreds of Yijianzong disciples here were shocked and looked at Meng Hao together. Their expressions were full of disbelief, and gradually, a strong sense of fear appeared in their eyes.

In the cultivation world, only the strong are respected. Although Meng Hao is in the middle stage of foundation establishment, he defeated the Dzogchen cultivation in the late stage of foundation establishment so cleanly. This scene immediately formed a strong impression, and at the same time it turned into fear, Meng Hao also won respect.

No one spoke. The people here watched Meng Hao walk out of the martial arts arena, looked at him with a shy face at the moment, and returned to Chen Fan's side.

Chen Fan stared at Meng Hao dumbfounded. After a while, a smile appeared on his face, and he gradually burst into laughter. Perhaps his laughter broke the peace of the place, causing an uproar.

"Who is this person!"

"In the mid-stage of foundation establishment, he defeated the foundation establishment Dzogchen. This kind of cultivation and combat power are definitely not unknown!"

"This... is still comparable to the Taoists of other sects? The supernatural power he used just now, I have some impressions, it seems to be Qing Luozong's Qingyun Nineteen Beats..."

When the voice of discussion echoed, Zhou Shanyue's face was pale, and he staggered back a few steps. When he raised his head suddenly, he stared at Meng Hao. This was the first time he looked at Meng Hao so seriously. In the past, he thought that Chen Fan was what he needed to care about the most, but now, his eyes showed strong resentment and anger.

"You despicable and shameless guy, you are cheating!!"

"You are clearly aware of your own cultivation, but you still pretend to be weak, and even avoided battles several times. You just have to wait this time!!"

"You are despicable and shameless to the extreme!!" When Zhou Shanyue was gnashing his teeth, the middle-aged man surnamed Li also walked out of the fighting field with a pale face. Hearing Zhou Shanyue's words, he smiled wryly and looked at Meng Hao with complicated and spiteful eyes.

How could he not understand at this moment. Everything before was done on purpose by the other party, but I thought I had mastered the situation here, but in fact, I was sternly slapped by the other party.

Especially when he thought that the spirit stone in his bet was not his own, but was borrowed from fellow sects around him, and he had to pay some interest when returning it. Thinking of this, monk surnamed Li turned even paler.

Meng Hao coughed dryly. With shyness. Say something.

"It's you who insist on comparing with me." Said in one sentence. That Zhou Shanyue's body trembled, and he was about to leave with a flick of his big sleeves. As for the protective jade, he had already held it in his hand. Obviously to renege on his word.

"Brother Zhou,

The stake is small, but One Sword Sect's face is a big one, you're going to regret it! "Chen Fan snorted coldly, opened his mouth lightly, and as soon as the words came out, all the monks of the Yijianzong all looked at Zhou Shanyue.

They are Yijianzong disciples, they may not be as skilled as others, but they have the principles of being human. But from the moment you step into the sect, you must abide by it, and if you say it, you must do it.

Zhou Shanyue's complexion changed several times under the gaze of hundreds of fellow students. In the end, he stomped his feet fiercely, endured the heartache of dripping blood, and threw out the protective jade, sending out another drop of blood, his body turned into a rainbow in a flash, and went away in an instant.

Before leaving, he stared at Meng Hao firmly. The anger and aggrievedness revealed in this gaze would kill Meng Hao more than a hundred times if he could kill someone.

Meng Hao coughed dryly. He was not unfamiliar with this kind of gaze, and he was used to it. At this moment, he was staring at the storage bag in front of the middle-aged man surnamed Li, where the previous hundreds of thousands of spirit stone bets were stored.

Cultivator surnamed Li looked pale, he couldn't imagine how he would repay those spirit stones in the sect in the future, especially when he thought that he had hundreds of creditors, he felt dark in front of his eyes.

Chen Fan unceremoniously went up and took the storage bag away. The monk surnamed Li wanted to stop him, but he could only smile miserably. When Chen Fan was about to come back, Meng Hao coughed again.

"Brother, there is also a sword worth tens of thousands of spirit stones." How could Meng Hao forget this, with his concern for spirit stones and his dream when he first entered the sect, other things can be forgotten, but spirit stones must not be forgotten.

"Where is the sword!" Chen Fan immediately looked at the pale middle-aged man surnamed Li when he heard this, and raised his right hand in front of him.

The middle-aged man surnamed Li had a bitter face, and he took out a sword silently. His heart was already trembling, as if being torn apart. When this sword was directly taken away by Chen Fan, it was like taking away his true love...

He raised his head and stared at Meng Hao, his resentment deepened.

"Extremely shameless!!" He gritted his teeth, flicked his sleeves, turned around and had to leave quickly, he couldn't stay here any longer.

Chen Fan snorted coldly, took the betting loot, and left with Meng Hao in a hurry. They didn't smile until they returned to the house.

"Little brother, we made money this time, but don't do it next time, it's very dangerous just now, and you have to be careful of the revenge of the two of them." Chen Fan warned seriously.

Meng Hao nodded, knowing that Chen Fan cared about him.

"Senior brother, I will take these spirit stones. As for this jade pendant, you can keep it." Meng Hao said with a smile.

"I don't need it here, you take it, listen to the senior brother, you take all of these, after all, the senior brother has a sect here, everything is enough, as for this jade pendant... so, you take it with you first, and I suggest you return it when you go out from the master, after all, it will be a sect from now on." Chen Fan pondered for a moment before opening his mouth.

Meng Hao persuaded him a few more words, seeing that Chen Fan was very firm, he didn't refuse. After putting away the bets, Chen Fan took out the wine, and the two brothers, while talking about backing the mountain sect, drank the wine.

Time passed quickly, and after a few days, Chen Fan's master still hadn't left the customs, but the days until the Song family's banquet were not many. On this day, in the early morning, the bells echoed in Yijianzong.

At the foot of Yijianzong's mountain, there is an area where disciples are usually forbidden to step into. At this moment, several figures are flying here from all around.

Meng Hao was also among them, led by Chen Fan, and stepped here.

As soon as he approached, Meng Hao saw a huge formation on the ground, surrounded by nine huge stone pillars, and not far away was an old man in gray robe, sitting cross-legged, motionless.

"That's the elder guarding the formation, who is dedicated to guarding this large formation that can be teleported over a long distance." Chen Fan whispered, Meng Hao nodded, looked away, looked at the formation, and then looked around.

Besides him and Chen Fan, there are three other people here. These three people are all wearing Yijianzong Taoist robes and carrying big swords. When Meng Hao looked at them, the eyes of these three people also fell on Meng Hao and nodded slightly.

Meng Hao smiled and cupped his fists, and the three of them also smiled.

They didn't speak to each other, but Meng Hao could already see that the three of them knew him, and it was obviously a battle with a monk surnamed Li, which made him a little famous in the One Sword Sect these days.

It didn't take long, people roared in one after another, after about a stick of incense, there were seventeen or eight people here, each of them was not very old, the older one was only about thirty, and the younger one looked like he was in his early twenties.

All of them are full of energy, good-looking, and in their cultivation, they are all Foundation Establishment, and there are actually two people who are at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

Most of the coming Yijianzong disciples glanced at Meng Hao, some nodded, and some directly ignored after seeing it, all kinds of differences.

"Elder Fan will come here in a while and take us to the Song family with this formation. Don't be rude at that time. Brother will try to get you a Taoist companion when you go to the Song family." Chen Fan said in a low voice, and finally said with a smile, but his expression was very serious.

Meng Hao was taken aback for a moment. This was the second time Chen Fan mentioned this matter, and Meng Hao always felt that this trip to the Song family was somewhat mysterious.

Not long after, a long rainbow with a width of several feet in the distance came from the sky, and appeared in front of everyone at such a fast speed. It was an old man, wearing a wide robe, with a reddish complexion and fluttering white hair. He was carrying a wine gourd in his hand, and a big black sword behind him.

This person's rosacea nose, as soon as he approached, his body was full of alcohol, and he hiccupped, his large robe was also crumpled, looking very sloppy.

"Disciple pays homage to Elder Fan!" Chen Fan and his party immediately cupped their fists and bowed to the old man. Meng Hao also bowed his head and bowed his fists.

"Okay, you little bastards, let's see who is lucky enough to marry that girl from the Song family this time, and she will honor our ancestors for our sword sect..." The old man's voice was very loud, and when he said it, it reverberated around, and Meng Hao felt the ground tremble.

As for the words Guangzong Yaozu, it was so loud that the gray-robed old man not far away also opened his eyes and shook his head helplessly, as if he felt that these four words were inappropriate, but he didn't say anything.

"This is definitely not a cultivator of alchemy..." Meng Hao took a deep breath. He had seen the Nascent Soul monster before. Looking at this old man at this moment, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the other person... was the Nascent Soul!

"Elder Fan, he is the junior brother of the disciple's old sect, this time..." Chen Fan stepped forward quickly, cupped his fists and bowed again, and opened his mouth when he raised his head.

"Understood, this little matter is okay, remember to bring me a few more jugs of your master's wine." The old man waved his hand, patted Chen Fan on the shoulder, glanced at Meng Hao, and walked straight into the formation.

"Senior brother, this is the Song family..." Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice.

"Song Ji recruits a son-in-law and invites five sects and two families. Junior brother, if you are smarter this time, you might be able to succeed. If you succeed, whether it is the Yijian sect or the Song family, it will be the foundation of your cultivation!" Chen Fan said quickly, pulling Meng Hao into the formation.

Meng Hao hesitated for a moment.

"Using skin jelly to change the appearance, there is someone from the Sword Sect by my side, so it's inconvenient, that's all, I'll find an excuse to leave when I go to the Song family." Meng Hao made up his mind.

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