The mountain wind was blowing and the forest was dyed gold. Mengqi looked at the five monks beside him and raised his eyebrows slightly. He turned back and said, "Your Highness, what if I don't want to bet?"
His posture was relaxed as if he was talking about something trivial.
Before Zhao Qian spoke, the eunuch next to him sneered, "In the face of a similar challenge, you are timid and dare not accept it. You really live up to the name 'Crazy' and become the laughing stock of the world. In the future, the nickname of the sixth on the Ranking List of Young Masters will not be 'Crazy Blade', but 'Mouse Blade'. Timid as a mouse, rusty long blade, afraid of challenges, and weak-willed!"
He was provoking Mengqi.
Mengqi was calm. Although he loved to show his divinity in front of his lover and liked to have a cool nickname, he had long been used to it after being repeatedly "shocked". This provocation was nothing to him.
He smiled and said calmly, "I have a bad temper. Fight or not, it all depends on my mood. I am not affected by outsiders or public opinion. If I want to fight, no one can stop me, no matter how strong my opponent is. If I don't want to fight, no matter how eloquent and slandered by the world, I will still be like the cool breeze blowing on my face and the bright moon shining on the river."
He had changed his way of addressing himself. He no longer used humble words but called himself "I".
Jiang Zhiwei nodded in agreement with Mengqi's attitude. This was the heart of a warrior.
"It seems that the 'Crazy' Blade is not crazy." Zhao Qian sighed, "A promise of mine is the dream of countless people in the world. It is enough to change many things."
Since provocation failed, he used temptation.
Mengqi laughed, "I have lived for so many years without the promise of Your Highness, but I am still fine. I am still the sixth on the Ranking List of Young Masters and famous all over the world. What's there to worry about whether you want it or not? "
"I am just 18 years old and have already entered the top ten of the Ranking List of Young Masters. In time, I may have the hope of Dharmakaya. My promise may not be worse than Your Highness'!"
His confident and heroic words made Zhao Qian squint his eyes slightly. The eunuch's face changed and was full of viciousness. How dare he compare himself with His Highness!
Dharmakaya? "Humph, how many generations of the top ten of the Ranking List of Young Masters can produce a Dharmakaya?"
The expressions of the surrounding guards also changed. They never thought that Su Meng would be so arrogant and unrestrained.
"The Frenzied Blade lives up to his name," Jiang Zhiwei said to Mengqi through Secret Voice-sending with a smile. She continued Crown Prince Zhao Qian's words and teased Mengqi.
Of course, he had cultivated the Eight Nine Mysteries and possessed the Heavenly Golden Scripture, the First Style of The Buddha's Palm, and the First Style of Nine Annihilation at Heavenly Nights. If he didn't even have this bit of confidence, he wouldn't be able to survive in Jianghu! Mengqi looked at Zhao Qian calmly.
Zhao Qian clapped his hands and laughed, "Everyone's words can melt gold, but it does not disturb one's heart. Young Hero Su indeed has a Buddhist nature, but I am too naive. Since you don't want to gamble, then don't gamble."
"Thank you, Crown Prince." Mengqi smiled and cupped his hands. Then, his expression turned solemn and he said in a clear voice,
"Five masters, I, Su, wish to challenge you!"
Huh? This turn of events was beyond everyone's expectation. Even Hua Yan, the divine monk, was slightly stunned. His smiling expression froze. Obviously, he did not grasp Mengqi's thoughts.
Only Jiang Zhiwei pursed her lips and smiled. In this aspect, the little monk's temperament was quite similar to hers.
"Su Meng! Didn't you say you don't want to gamble? " The eunuch stepped forward and said angrily. His voice was sharp, like nails scratching the door. It rang on Mengqi's body, making him feel irritated and numb. At the same time, a trace of feminine chill came from nowhere like swords and needles, making Mengqi shiver uncontrollably.
Mengqi's smile remained unchanged and he was calm as usual, "I don't want to gamble, but I don't want to fight."
"If I am bound by the bet and ordered to fight, I will not be happy, so I am unwilling."
"But if there is no bet, I will feel comfortable and want to test all the masters with my blade. His Highness the Crown Prince said that if the five masters join forces, they are not worse than any of the top ten on the Ranking List of Young Masters. I am eager to try! "
His voice was not loud, but it was deafening. Many guards had the same thought: This is a martial artist who seeks Tao!
"That's right," Jiang Zhiwei said in a low voice.
Zhao Qian was silent for a moment and smiled again, "It is the five masters' business whether to accept the challenge or not. I can't control it."
The eunuch used Secret Voice-sending to the five monks, Dragon, Elephant, Tiger, Leopard, and Bird. "Beat him! Teach him a hard lesson! "
"How dare he make fun of His Highness the Crown Prince and me. He must be tired of living!"
Master Dragon put his palms together and said in a hoarse voice, "Since Donor Su wants to challenge us, how can we not accept it?"
"Okay!" Mengqi turned around and walked to an open space outside the pavilion with his blade in his hand.
His momentum was strong and vigorous. With every step he took, he seemed to be an inch taller. In the end, he seemed to be a giant that connected heaven and earth.
Jiang Zhiwei's beautiful eyes brightened. It seemed that the little monk had not only completed the Five Thunder Bombardment of Sky, but also had a preliminary understanding of it. With the effect of Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, he had a sense of punishing on behalf of heaven and dominating the world with his gestures.
Dragon, Elephant, Tiger, Leopard, and Bird came out in a semi-arc. Their positions were like an undulating long snake.
"Amitabha." The five monks chanted Buddha's name in unison.
The chanting of Buddha seemed to open a secret door. The momentum of the five monks changed accordingly. They entangled with each other and connected with each other. The surroundings were filled with tranquility and Zen. There seemed to be an exchange of breath and genuine Qi.
With this entanglement and exchange, Mengqi felt that their genuine Qi was rising and soon broke through the limit of enlightening the Apertures. There was a change. They seemed to be empty and became one with the surrounding environment. If one closed his eyes, it seemed that these five people did not exist.
Moreover, their genuine Qi and breath were strangely connected and circulated in the void between the five bodies. There was no difference between the weak and the weak. It was different from other secret methods of joining forces.
They seemed to have become one person with a head and four limbs. One of them was Oneness of Heaven and Men, but all five of them were!
It could not be said that Mengqi's head had reached Oneness of Heaven and Men but his hands had not!
It was indeed unusual … Mengqi's eyes were half-closed and his right hand held the hilt of his blade.
He was famous and the battle at the Mountain God Temple shocked Jianghu. Everyone knew that he was good at group battles. It was impossible that Zhao Qian did not know. Since he still used five people to fight against him, he must have something to rely on.
"Amitabha." The five monks chanted the name of Buddha again.
The area outside the Half-hill Pavilion showed signs of turning into a pure land. Even the soil on the ground seemed to be free of filth. Fighting, anger, and fighting desire melted in their hearts, making them not want to lift their blades or make any moves.
"What a powerful Zen skill!" Mengqi restrained his mind and used the heart of breaking the commandments to resist the purity. He exerted force in his right hand and unsheathed his long saber.
A flash of silver shone. With the unsheathing of "Heaven Inflicted Pain" and the jumping thunder, Mengqi seemed to grow taller. He stepped on the electric snake and chopped with his saber!
The momentum of the saber was as heavy as a mountain. It pressed the air with a muffled sound of thunder. Before it reached the body, it made the blood in the chest and abdomen churn and made it difficult to breathe.
Master Hu, who was the first to take the lead, held the prayer beads in one hand and slapped with the other.
Most of their momentum suddenly gathered on Master Hu, turning his palm dark gold. The palm force was so strong that it could break gold and stone.
Bang!
The palm hit the side of the saber. Mengqi only felt that the force was too strong to resist. It seemed that he had returned to the drill ground of the Six Fan School in Ying City, where he became Yan Chong and the five monks were Aunt Bai!
He did not resist it directly. After blocking most of the force with the heavy thunder momentum, he borrowed the force to change direction and rushed directly to Master Elephant. His body suddenly sped up, so did the saber in his hand, like a flash of lightning in winter.
But the momentum of the five monks was beyond Mengqi's imagination. It was like the genuine Qi in his body, without any hindrance.
Although Mengqi's saber was fast, Master Elephant's palm was not slow either. He lowered his eyes and slapped at the right time, showing the divine power of Vajra, which made people have to avoid it!
At the same time, the four monks, who shared the remaining momentum, slapped at Mengqi from different angles, blocking his dodging angle. It seemed that he could only put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!
Mengqi pulled his long saber and turned the slash into a pull. His body spun around, partly dispelling the force and partly borrowing it. The saber light flashed continuously, and he slashed out from the encirclement of the five monks like a ghost.
"There is such a Dharma Access to borrow and dispel force. No wonder he is not afraid of group battles." Zhao Qian sighed.
The eunuch sneered and said, "He was forced to use his secret method at the beginning. I'd like to see how he dispelled and borrowed the force when the five monks are prepared!"
Mengqi displayed his Body Movements, sometimes illusionary, sometimes real, sometimes fast, sometimes weird. He did not give the five monks a chance to encircle him. The saber light flashed continuously, and he had already slashed in front of each monk. It was sometimes fierce, sometimes surging, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and sometimes illusory.
However, the breath of the five monks flowed. Every one of them who blocked the saber had the strength of Oneness of Heaven and Men. An ordinary Vajra Palm could dissolve Mengqi's blade momentum that contained many changes or reached the peak of genuine Qi. They did not give him a chance to use his Exterior-level killer move, nor did they give him a chance to break out of the encirclement!
They fought steadily and slowly. After five moves, the range of Mengqi's dodging and maneuvering rapidly shrank. If there were another five moves, he would probably be forced to face them head-on and fight against the five of them alone.
"Amitabha." Master Long chanted the name of Buddha. He turned his palm into a claw, and his fingers swished as if he was going to capture a dragon.
At the same time, the four monks — Tiger, Leopard, Elephant and Roc — cooperated to attack. Their palms contained the power of Vajra, or their fingers were invisible, and they attacked acupoints with Zen. Their fists were hollow, and they attacked from a distance …
This was the first time they had taken the initiative to attack since the fight began. They surrounded Mengqi from five directions, like catching a turtle in a jar.
Their breath flowed, and the power of their fingers, palms, fists, and claws kept changing, making it difficult to tell who was the main and who was the assistant!
Meng Qi took a deep breath and abruptly rose into the air. When the five forces were about to attack him, he was in midair and had nowhere to exert his strength. He turned his body and abruptly changed direction, causing the five monks to pounce on empty air!
Seizing the opportunity, he attacked from the air, and his long saber slashed straight at Master Leopard.
The saber light was ethereal, turning into the red dust, disturbing the Zen heart, and cutting off the purity!
"He is indeed the disciple of the Seven Masters." Hua Yan, the divine monk, observed the change just now and smiled.
Zhao Qian stood with his hands behind his back, the smile on his face unchanged. He seemed to feel that such a change was not difficult for the five masters.
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