Through the Wutong All Worlds

Xiaomeng said so, although Fu Nian is fine, but the disciples of Confucianism are upset.

The head of the sect greeted her, and she was so rude, she was really the head of the sect, of course, they were just thinking about it in their hearts.

After all, Fu Nian didn't say anything, so they naturally didn't dare to speak, and this time there are so many important figures, they are not qualified to speak.

"Brother Ling Chisongzi and my uncle Xunzi are of the same generation. The master is Chisongzi's younger sister. Naturally, he is the elder of Fu Nian. Confucian parents and children are orderly. Seniors don't have to be too humble."

Although Xiaomeng didn't care, he must have cared.

What's more, in front of Fusu, Confucianism emphasizes the cultivation of a gentleman's moral character, emphasizing that benevolence and propriety complement each other, and propriety is indispensable.

Xiaomeng: "Your Confucianism has too many rules and regulations, don't you find it troublesome?"

"Tell me, how do you want to compare."

Fu Nian; "Senior, please decide."

"Well, the first two competitions were too rough and did not match our identities. Why don't we use a different method to compare internal strength."

As Xiaomeng said, she stepped on lotus steps and walked out of the sword hall.

However, what she said was still arrogant and rude. In her air, Zhang Liang, Zhang Han and others had become rough people.

Zhang Liang and Yan Lu looked at each other and smiled wryly.

This Taoist senior really offends people.

However, with the identity of the other party and that powerful strength, it is estimated that he does not care about offending anyone.

But...the two of them glanced at Ye Tian who was sitting upright at the same time. It was fine to offend them, but if she offended this one, even if she is a once-in-a-hundred-year genius in the Taoist school, she might not be able to stop the other party's revenge.

"Since Master Xiaomeng wants to change the comparison, everyone, come with me."

For Xiaomeng's waywardness, Fusu can only bear with it.

Afterwards, everyone also followed out of the Kendo Hall, and went directly to the plank road between the lakes in the village. Next to the plank road is a lotus pond, the lotus leaves in the pond are green and crisp, and the lake water is leisurely.

In the middle of the plank road, Fu Nian and Xiao Meng stood on one side, and opposite them were Ye Tian and others.

"This time we competed against each other."

On the opposite side of the two, everyone has already begun to speculate about the outcome of this match.

"Mr. Nangong, who do you think will win this round?" Gongsun Linglong was still standing beside Chu Nangong.

It's not that she doesn't want to stand next to other people, but because they are already covered with blood.

And beside Ye Tian and Fu Su, even if there was no one standing, he would not dare to stand there.

"I don't dare to make a judgment on my own. As the head of Confucianism, Fu Nian's internal strength should be higher than that of Yan Lu and Zhang Liang. I don't know how strong it is."

"What's so great about that little girl? Nangong, you seem to admire her very much."

"When Xiaomeng was eight years old, she defeated the six elders of the Taoist Tianzong except Chisongzi. Therefore, she was accepted as a closed disciple by Bei Mingzi, and then she retreated for ten years. Do you think her strength is weak? ?."

"At the age of eight, he defeated the elder." Gongsun Linglong smashed her tongue with surprise.

Unexpectedly, this Xiaomeng was so powerful that he defeated the Taoist Tianzong's elders at the age of eight, not the disciples.

How could someone who was an elder at that time be a mediocre person, but Xiaomeng defeated six of them. If beating one was luck, then beating six was a sign of strength.

And she was only eight years old at the time.

Thinking of this, Gongsun Linglong was startled.

At first, perhaps because of Xiaomeng's age and beauty, she was jealous and ridiculed for no reason, but now she dared not think about what she said just now.

Sure enough, the people who could be invited by Fusu couldn't be so simple.

"Cultivating internal strength is the master of Taoism, and she has been in seclusion for ten years. This time she chose to compare internal strength, presumably to use her strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses."

"It seems that she is quite scheming."

On the other side, Fu Nian and Xiao Meng also started to fight.

I saw Xiaomeng gently raised his right hand, and the Taoist internal force in his body also began to gather into Qiuli in his hand through his right hand.

Qiu Li, who was originally gorgeous and weak, suddenly shone with brilliance and stars, which made people amazed.

As Xiaomeng pulled out the Qiuli sword, soft purple light also began to burst out, like an illusion, extremely glamorous.

Text Chapter 470; Little Sage Zhuang Lunjian (7)

With such a beautiful view, Fusu couldn't help admiring; "This is the famous sword Qiuli?" Emperor Tianzong obeys."

Li Si was beside Fusu, and when he heard Fusu's words, he said, "Your master is very knowledgeable. It is said that after Ou Yezi helped the king of Yue forge a pure Jun, he searched for him for more than [-] years to match him. The famous sword Qiuli."

"Wild horses, dust, and the breathing of living things are indeed peerless artifacts." Looking at Qiuli glowing with purple light, Fusu praised.

puff~~~.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Fusu's words fell, Ye Tian who was beside him burst out laughing.

If it were anyone else who dared to laugh at Fusu like this, he would have been out of luck.

Fu Su frowned; "Eighth Brother, why are you laughing?"

"Brother, I'm sorry, but my younger brother's humor is relatively low." Although Ye Tian didn't say it clearly, the meaning was already very clear, he was just laughing at you.