I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

"So there are descendants of Geng Xiuwen?"

Lin Meng asked, Wuchan was not sure about this, and said vaguely:

"The little monk doesn't know the specifics, but when he participated in the Enlightenment Fa conference in the sixteenth year, he was a Daoist. After the Fa conference, he was not like the old dragon god. After obtaining the secret technique, he went around doing good deeds and his whereabouts were exposed. He was hunted and killed in a few years.

The hunting of Geng Sixteen was also a matter of the past ten years, because he has been low-key and hidden, and died much later than the old dragon god. Judging from the age of this young man, he should be able to get the number right."

Lin Meng nodded when he heard this, and did not say much. He continued to watch the gray-robed boy and Cheng Xinhong fight, but since the gray-robed boy used the five-edged war dance Maystar, Lin Meng was sure that Cheng Xinhong would lose.

This kind of war dance is much more brilliant than the three-blade war dance Sanye used by the youngsters before. Even if Lin Meng is put down and placed in the same cultivation level as Cheng Xinhong, facing this kind of exquisite war dance, It will also be very headache.

This time Lin Meng finally made a guess. Cheng Xinhong retreated after the gray-robed boy used the May Star. The wounds on his body continued to increase. When he was about to retreat to the arena, he turned from defense to offense, betting desperately. The offensive waved towards the gray-robed boy.

But the gray-robed boy’s war dance at this time was more advanced than before. Although Cheng Xinhong’s sword was shocking and powerful, he did not touch the boy’s robe, and was avoided by a few clever twists. .

Then Cheng Xinhong sighed after seeing that the sword fell into the ocean and had no effect. He actually jumped out of the ring and gave up.

This sword is Cheng Xinhong’s last fight. If this sword doesn’t work, he will be unable to recover from the defeat. He is not like Huang Hao, thinking of a passionate fool, when he should be soft. , We still have to subdue this soft, and don't do unnecessary fighting and resistance.

When Cheng Xinhong jumped off the ring and conceded defeat, the gray-robed boy also stopped the offensive. At this time, he was sweating profusely, bowing his waist and panting, showing a lot of exhaustion on his delicate and tender face.

Even if the battle dance consumes less on itself and has the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort, it is not completely cost-free. Cheng Xinhong has a solid foundation and is afraid of people, and he is also proficient in defensive style. If he concedes half an hour later, I am afraid that this gray-robed boy will be the same. Huang Hao was average, he was dragged down abruptly and defeated desperately.

After Cheng Xinhong surrendered, there was a moment of silence in the martial arts field, and then bursts of violent exclamations and cheers erupted, celebrating the new talent of Wuyue Jianzong, even Huquan and Huquan sitting next to Gu Anmin Yang Wuleng nodded repeatedly to this young man and was full of admiration.

However, the faces of the people from the other sects who came to watch the ceremony were not so good-looking. They did not have the mindset of Huquan and Yang Wulin. Most of them were very narrow-minded. They always thought that the Sword Sect of the Five Mountains would be genius again, and they would compete for resources in the future. The one who is on one's own side will be a lot weaker, and naturally it is not good for others.

Even some sects began to whisper, looking at the gray robe boy who won the first prize with cold eyes.

In the so-called righteous court, jealousy has always been linked to conspiracy and mischief, just like when Yang Wulin was a teenager.

At this time, a deacon from the Hall of Internal Affairs stepped onto the ring where the gray-robed boy was, and stood beside him, announcing loudly with Zhen Qi wrapped around his voice.

"This time the outer door competition, the winner, Geng Zhengqi!"

As the deacon's voice fell, there was another fierce call and applause among the outer disciples in the ring to celebrate the appearance of the leader of the competition.

It wasn't until this meeting that Lin Meng knew the name of the gray-robed boy, who had the same surname as Geng Xiuping, who had realized the Eight Clouds Wind Dance back then, and it seemed that he was indeed a descendant.

The next step is the ceremony of accepting disciples, and the person who wins the championship has the right to choose the first place. At this moment, Lin Meng said to Anyang in the sea of ​​knowledge:

"You must take down this Geng Zhengqi in a while. Even if he chooses someone else to be a master, you must also ask for a relationship with the other person and accept him as a disciple."

Lin Meng has already become interested in this young man, and it is impossible to let him go under his nose.Lin Meng felt that this Zhengqi, whether it was his purpose of coming to the Five Mountains Sword Sect or the secret behind him, was very relevant.

The most important thing is that Lin Meng is also very interested in the Yakumo Wind Dance inherited by this young man. It is a compound war dance that can manipulate eight weapons at the same time. It is a legend that is not even recorded in the saint’s background. If you can study it One or two words, maybe it will be helpful to the research of his own way of war dance.

In the ensuing ceremony of accepting disciples, Geng Zhengqi did not choose Anyang, who had the least qualifications, but directly selected the senior elder Ling Cheng with the highest cultivation status among those who could accept disciples.

Seeing this scene, Lin Meng hurriedly urged Anyang to intercede with the Great Elder Ling Cheng and surrender the person to himself.

But Anyang is a young man who doesn't know anything about the world, and he doesn't know how to talk. After listening to this, the elder shook his head repeatedly, indicating that he should not mess around, and he still has to count according to Geng Zhengqi's own choice.

Lin Meng was so anxious that he immediately let Anyang off the court, and took control of his body. Standing on the stage, he said to the great elder Ling Cheng and several elders:

"The younger generation knows that this is an unrelenting invitation, but I also ask the elders and masters to sell me a favor and let him be a disciple of the younger generation!"

When Lin Meng's words came out, everyone was stunned. Ling Cheng frowned and didn't know what to say. The impression of Anyang would not make such a rude request.

After everyone on the stage was silent for a while, Gu Anmin broke the silence, coughed twice, thinking of some rumors in the clan, and couldn't help but blush, and said to Lin Meng below:

"Anyang, my teacher knows that you have some small hobbies, but you can't mess around, you still have to focus on the overall situation of the sect."

When Lin Meng and An Yang heard this, they almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, their cheeks twitched and laughed awkwardly. After they knew there was nothing to say, they turned around and looked at the martial arts arena below. Geng Zhengqi, the gray-robed boy on the top, spoke to his spirit:

"Geng Zhengqi, the son of Geng Xiuping, who had comprehended the Yakumo Wind Dance among the sixteen thieves of the whole nature, inherited the Yakumo Wind Dance, and previously used its simplified versions of Zhanwu Sanye and May Star.

Although I don't know the purpose of your coming to the Sword Sect of the Five Mountains, you have to think about whether to worship Anyang as your teacher or other people as your teacher. I hope you respect yourself!"

Lin Meng is betting. He feels that this young man has not been in contact with others often since entering the outer gate of the Wuyue Jianzong, and his behavior is unusually indifferent. It is estimated that he does not want to reveal his identity. At the moment, he does not hesitate to use such threats, hoping to be able to handle it. He lived in this young man and put him under his own sect.

The next boy's actions were as expected by Lin Meng. After hearing Lin Meng's voice transmission, his face showed a panic, looking around, trying to find the person who just spoke.

However, unless you have entered the Divine Profound Realm, or the existence of Divine Soul’s control to reach the highest level, even the presence of the non-Zhan can not be aware of such a technique, how can it be a small one? Vajra monk noticed.