The old man with white beards was well concealed. Even Meng Xiang did not fully see through his psychological fluctuations. He clasped his fists and bowed to Meng Xiang again, but his expression became solemn: "Mr. Li, tell you the truth. In principle, the three of us admit that you have the qualification to enter the Glazed Fairyland."

"Oh?" A look of surprise appeared on Meng Xiang's face, "Since you agree with my request, why did you only say that it made the atmosphere so unfriendly?"

Although he talked about friendship, he had no intention of putting away his momentum, and even the summoning of the power of heaven and earth did not stop. It was not that Meng Xiang did not want to remove his momentum, and gathering such a high momentum on his body was also a heavy burden for him, but he was worried that this immortal cultivator who came from the Immortal Pavilion would make a fool of himself and use some ambiguous words to deceive him away his momentum. By then, it would be difficult for him to do this step now.

"Haha..." The old man with white beard let out a string of laughter, trying to relieve the tension between him and Meng Xiang, but after finding it was useless, he could only say a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Li, what you said makes sense. We need to bear the main responsibility for the unpleasant scenes at present, but it has nothing to do with Mr. Li."

"What? Are you going to push the blame on me?" The face, which had been slightly relieved, became gloomy again, and pressed the momentum on the white-bearded old man.

"Mr. Li, your temper is too impatient. I think it's not too late to listen to me and then express your opinions." The white-bearded old man's smile disappeared in his face in the oppressive behavior of Meng Xiang, and a strange fluctuation appeared in his body. After his fluctuation and Meng Xiang's aura were pressed together, Meng Xiang's aura was immediately suppressed like ice encountered warm wind, dissolved.

Meng Xiang's pupils suddenly shrank. The immortal cultivator who climbed the Immortal Pavilion was indeed not simple. He could easily break his aura and suppress his aura. However, he quickly breathed a sigh of relief. He found that the old man with white beard was not relaxed either. Although he cracked his aura attack, his body was trembling slightly. It was well concealed but he still couldn't escape his eyes.

"Okay. You said I'm impatient. I'll listen patiently this time. Tell me." Meng Xiang showed an undeniable expression, which made the other party unable to tell what he was thinking.

The old man with white beard nodded and said, "I have a question to ask Mr. Li, don't you know if you can give an answer?"

“What’s the problem?”

"If we admit that you have the qualification to enter the first place to enter the Glazed Fairyland. But how long will it take for you to enter after you enter? You won't have a specific time, right?" The words of the old man from the white beard made those cultivators who were preparing to sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight suddenly. Yes, this question is very critical, why didn't we think of it? If Li Qiuguang did not allow the second cultivator to enter after he entered the Glazed Fairyland himself. Or it would take too long to be separated, wouldn't they have no hope of winning?

You should know that the time they can stay in Xiaobeihai is not infinite. In an instant, all the cultivators looked at Meng Xiang, their eyes shining brightly. Obviously, they all wanted to know the answer, but Meng Xiang did not answer this question directly, but asked back: "Is this the little thing you just said?"

"Yes. That's it. We wasted some time because we didn't reach an agreement on a specific time."

"So you have reached an agreement now?"

"This...of course." The old man with white beard just hesitated for a moment and immediately gave the answer. However, he was in a vague heart, because the cultivators of the three forces really had no agreement on time, but he had to make a positive answer, otherwise Meng Xiang might find that they were not united, and even take action to disperse their three alliances. This is not what he was most worried about. What he was most worried about was that after their alliance was dispersed, their advantages over other immortals would no longer exist.

"So what is your result?" Meng Xiang did not relax at all, pressing step by step.

I hope my decision to make this will not rebound, right? The old man with white beard smiled bitterly in his heart. However, his face did not show any signs and said, "Our bottom line is one hour."

"Do you mean I only have an hour of lead?"

"Not bad." The old man with white beard looked at Meng Xiang's face. He wanted to see if he could accept it. If Meng Xiang could accept this time, he would naturally be very happy, because an hour was even shorter than the shortest time proposed by the three families. Of course, an hour would be accepted by all the immortal cultivators of the three families, and everyone was very happy.

Meng Xiang frowned gently and said, "I think it's better for us to compete. I admire all the experts in the Immortal Pavilion." As he said that, he walked forward again.

"Mr. Li, what do you mean?" The face of the white-bearded old man finally changed.

"It's not meaningful. I just suddenly became interested in your methods. You must know that you are very mysterious in the Immortal Pavilion. Isn't it a pity if I missed this opportunity to ask for help? You, don't you think so?" Meng Xiang withdrew most of the aura that was originally directed at all the immortal cultivators of the three forces, and focused the focus of the attack on the white-bearded old man.

Bastard! Although the old man with white beard had already thought that Meng Xiang would be very difficult to deal with, he did not expect Meng Xiang to target him directly. Of course, he did not expect that there was no preparation, but he was unwilling to face Meng Xiang's firepower alone, so he waved his hand and said, "Mr. Li, don't be angry. If you are not satisfied with time, we can still discuss it."

"No, I'm not dissatisfied with time. I just want to ask you for advice." Meng Xiang didn't give the old man with white beard a chance to escape. He just wanted to try his true strength. He couldn't figure out the specific strength of the immortal cultivator in the Immortal Pavilion. He really couldn't calm down.

"Mr. Li, please wait." Seeing that Meng Xiang had no intention of stopping, the old man with white beard was really anxious.

"What's the matter? Are you unwilling to take advantage of your face to fight me?"

"I dare not. But Mr. Li challenged us as the entire Dengxian Pavilion. Although I am one of the Dengxian Pavilion, I cannot represent the entire Dengxian Pavilion, so I need to go back and discuss with my fellow disciples. Mr. Li won't refuse to agree, right?"

"I don't think I have to worry about this. My time is very tight." Meng Xiang was not willing to give the old man with white beard a chance to escape, and his momentum was always locked on him.

"Since Mr. Li's time is so precious, then I should not waste such precious time on me. I think it's better to discuss the specific time." As he spoke, the old man with white beard had a strange change. His body swayed, and gradually became a little blurred, like a faint white smoke. It was about to dissipate.

Meng Xiang didn't know what he thought of, and a strange look appeared on his face and said, "What you said makes sense. I will extend the request to you for a while. Oh, by the way. How long did you say just now? I have a bad memory and I forgot."

Bad memory? Excuses! How could a cultivator have bad memory? Don’t say that the old man with white beard just told Meng Xiang that even if he is a hundred or even a thousand years, he will not be able to forget at all. However, most cultivators also guessed why he did this. They just wanted the other party to let go. At the same time, they also used Meng Xiang’s move to challenge the old man with white beard as a means to force the other party to make concessions, and did not know that Meng Xiang really wanted to attack the other party.

The old man with white beard naturally knew Meng Xiang's tricks, but he couldn't point it out and said, "Mr. Li, we really haven't discussed the time you mentioned. Well, let me go back and discuss it with everyone. How about I'll give you a specific time in a quarter of an hour?"

"Yes. But after a little longer, I can only give you half a quarter of an hour." For some reason, Meng Xiang easily let the old man with white beard go back. This is obviously unreasonable in the eyes of the onlookers. If the old man with white beard is held, he can use him as a bargaining chip to force the other party to make more concessions.

The old man with white beard also had some surprises, but he still retreated as quickly as possible. He was unwilling to face Meng Xiang alone. Although Meng Xiang did not take action just now, the oppression he caused to him still made him feel scared. At the same time, he also made a decision. Even if he gave more concessions, he would have to separate from Meng Xiang. The feeling he gave him was too dangerous.

I don’t know if it was the old man with white beard that played a role. Or the three immortal cultivators were unwilling to get entangled with Meng Xiang anymore. It took less than half of the time given by Meng Xiang. The old man with white beard gave the time after discussion: "Mr. Li, after our collective discussion, we gave three hours." However, this time he did not walk out of the crowd alone anymore, and stood in the crowd and talked to Meng Xiang. Obviously, he was worried that Meng Xiang would threaten him again.

"Three hours?" Meng Xiang frowned.

"If Mr. Li thinks it's too little, we can discuss it again." The old man with white beard seemed afraid that Meng Xiang would get angry and immediately spoke.

"Add to discuss again?" Meng Xiang's face suddenly showed an impatient look, "Don't go around in circles anymore. What is your bottom line? Say!" At the same time, his aura seemed to be stimulated, and suddenly rose, and the huge space centered on him began to twist.

Although the old man with white beard was very unhappy with Meng Xiang's attitude, he was very afraid of the sudden increase in momentum on his body and hurriedly said, "Our bottom line is five, no, six hours. You must not be more." The old man with white beard showed a hint of determination. He had already extended the time by an hour without authorization. If Meng Xiang was not satisfied, he would really not be able to explain to the cultivators of the three forces.

"Six hours?" Meng Xiang ignored the nervousness in the eyes of the cultivators of the three forces, including the old man in the white beard, pondered for a moment, and said, "Okay. It's only six hours. But I warn you not to break your promise, otherwise don't blame my knife in my palm for not recognizing anyone." As he said that, Meng Xiang's aura disappeared without a trace in an instant, and then the long sword slashed was also taken away by him. Then his figure shook and turned into a faint shadow and flew towards the location where the Glazed Fairyland was.

Looking at Meng Xiang's back as he quickly moved away, the white-bearded old man showed a thoughtful expression, while the expressions of other immortal cultivators were a little confused, as if he was a little confused. If he continued to force the three immortal cultivators, he would definitely get longer than six hours.

However, what all the cultivators could not have imagined was that Meng Xiang himself was actually very upset. If he had not touched the opportunity to advance to the realm of immortal body at a critical moment, he would not have easily let go of the cultivators of the three forces, and he had to exploit them hard. To be continued...
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