Tasting Ling Yuelan's words, Ding Meng couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Ling Yuelan smiled: "This troubled times have come, and the chosen ones should bear the responsibility."

Ding Meng was a little surprised: "The sect leader also knows the chosen one?"

Ling Yuelan said leisurely: "The Great Sheng Dynasty stands on this continent with a holy tree as a symbol. There are more than one person chosen by heaven. I, Lingxian Sect, also have a holy tree protection? Long Yao was chosen by heaven back then. It was as expected that I would follow you down the mountain. She died in battle on the western border line, which is also a matter of seeking benevolence. If you leave this sect today, you will leave as the person chosen by heaven."

Ding Meng said: "Is it true that I will die in the end?"

Ling Yuelan shook her head and said, "This is not something I can predict. I can only say that I can tell you everything I know."

Ding Meng said respectfully: "Please speak with the sect master!"

Ling Yuelan said word by word: "Three days later, Tianqing will hold his 135th birthday party in Tianjia Manor outside Tianjing."

Ding Meng was moved by horror: "The master of the sect knows what happened back then?"

Ling Yuelan sighed and said, "It's a pity that our sect does not accept male disciples. Otherwise, I would have let the boy surnamed Zheng enter the past, and it would not have allowed him to embark on the road of no return. If he was not dead, how could Yu Xingyang get involved? If Yu Xingyang had not been involved, how could Long Yao follow him down the mountain? Everything is a cycle of cause and effect. Dream shadows, fogs and flowers are all in the void. Because of my thoughts, I will transform into an illusion, making me go to my dream..."

Ding Meng savored her words again and slowly bowed: "Thank you, Lord Master, for telling me."

Ling Yuelan looked at him: "Are you ready to set off?"

Ding Meng nodded. This incident had been buried in his heart for thirty-five years. It was the past he had never wanted to look back on, but today is the time to end.

Ling Yuelan said again: "You are planning to leave like this?"

Ding Meng said in surprise: "What are the instructions of the sect leader?"

Ling Yuelan's turbid eyes suddenly shot out a trace of light: "Isn't my Lingxian Sect a place where you can come and go whenever you want?"

A glimmer flashed in Ding Meng's eyes: "Will the sect leader want to teach the younger boy?"

"I dare not!" Ling Yuelan said in a deep voice, "Today's Dasheng Royal Family is no longer the Dasheng Royal Family. If you can't even go down the Holy Mountain, then I don't have to go to Tianjia Manor anymore. Anyway, you will die if you go there. You will not even have a burial place like a stinky ditch. If you die in my immortal gate, I will definitely bury you with great burial."

Ding Meng's heart moved and nodded immediately and said, "Okay, please give me a call."

Ling Yuelan then looked around and spoke majestic: "Everyone is back!"

Dozens of disciples immediately retreated and kept a distance of twenty meters from the martial arts field. The purpose of doing this was to fear that the two of them would hurt others when they fought.

According to the rules of the Dasheng Kingdom, Ding Meng took the initiative to move to the center of the martial arts performance field.

Ling Yuelan slowly stood up. At this moment, she no longer had the old look, and her whole body exuded a brilliant light, just like a treasure sword about to be unsheathed. In fact, she has devoted herself to practicing for many years, keeping her low profile, and now she is regained, showing her sharpness and showing her spirit.

Ding Meng didn't dare to underestimate her. The cultivation level of the Lingxian Sect Master was faintly approaching the level of an interstellar warrior. To be honest, it was a miracle-like existence to be able to cultivate to this level in the Dasheng Kingdom. Now Ding Meng's injury has not healed, which is the level of a junior warrior. If he really wants to fight, it's hard to say who will win.

Ling Yuelan stared at Ding Meng and suddenly reached out and said, "Come on the knife!"

A disciple immediately walked over with an exquisite tray. The Ling Xian Knife was lying in the tray. Seven pearls were inlaid on the green scabbard, and the dazzling light had made the entire martial arts performance venue lose its color.

Ling Yuelan reached out to hold the knife and stared at the scabbard carefully: "Since Long Yao's fall, this knife has not been unsheathed for more than twenty years. In today's battle, you can be proud of it. My Immortal Sect Treasure Knife killed the ugly world, wiped out all the thieves in the world, and complemented your heroic sword."

Ding Meng raised his respects: "Thank you!"

Ling Yuelan said again: "Yu Xingyang regards you as his successor. I believe you have learned something over the years."

Ding Meng Youran said: "The Wuxiang Divine Sword is indeed worthy of its reputation."

Ling Yuelan's face darkened: "Where is your knife?"

Ding Meng was very calm: "The knife is here!"

Ling Yuelan frowned and said, "Where is the knife?"

Ding Meng said: "It's everywhere!"

This is very similar to the situation when Yu Xingyang Long Yao's battle, but the answer is completely different.

Ling Yuelan said: "Okay, it seems that your sword technique is far stronger than Yu Xingyang."

Ding Meng had already activated his source energy. He pulled his palms from the air, and a straight and shiny long sword in his palm suddenly appeared, looking like a Tang sword, but in fact it looked more like an ancient sword.

Ling Yuelan made a gesture: "Please!"

Ding Meng said: "Please!"

With a "choking" sound, the sound was like a dragon's roar, and the knife was unsheathed.

This is the first time Ji Chenxue has seen the real Lingxian Sword. At this moment, what is emitting from the blade is no longer as simple as the light. It is simply a colorful light that is comparable to the rays on a starship.

Ling Yuelan's true body disappeared, and a white cloud appeared in the air, like a beautiful gauze tent. Countless gua gua roared out of the tent, rolling towards Ding Meng like a tide.

Seeing the Lingxian Sect Master taking action personally, Ji Chenxue realized that she had a solid foundation than any warrior in the Federal Empire. These ice-type gale winds were actually trained to the same level as liquid, rather than simply freezing the opponent. This alone was amazing enough.

Strangely, Ding Meng stood still and let the ice source force hit his body. Soon his whole body was wrapped in a blue blister, just like a human specimen in amber.

Ji Chenxue may not know what kind of sword technique this is, but the others present were filled with snow. This is the first technique of Lingxian sword technique, "Hanjiang Wenxue".

This kind of sword technique emphasizes lightness, elegance, and elegance. After being used, it is as beautiful as a flying immortal, which is dazzling. Just when you are stunned by this beauty, you fall down. In other words, as long as you can use it, your opponent will be difficult to resist.

When Yu Xingyang fought against Long Yao, he knew this truth well, so the method he adopted was to "stop killing". If you want to use it, I will make you unable to draw your sword.

Now seeing Ding Meng being frozen into a blister, many disciples of Lingxian Sect were whispering, almost everyone thought Ding Meng was finished, and even Ling Yuelan was a little surprised: Are you afraid of your life?

But seeing Ding Meng in the bubble still blinking, Ling Yuelan couldn't help but be surprised. This was not Ding Meng who was holding on, but Ding Mengjing, a senior of her generation, did not take the initiative to attack.

In just this moment, Ling Yuelan felt a huge crisis, because Ding Meng's counterattack was bound to be terrible.

Sure enough, Ding Meng and the man and the bubbles rose up, and the light sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out lightly. This was the Thirteenth Style of the Heavenly Sword, which seemed to be careless and casual. Each sword was an elite killer.

Ding Meng, who flew into the air, slowly stabbed out three consecutive swords. Not only did the blisters disappear, but the lightsaber also spawned circles of white halos. Under the catalysis of powerful heat source energy, the curtain created by the Lingxian Sword was disintegrated bit by bit until there was no trace, and Ling Yuelan's true body was floating in the air.

Seeing that Ding Meng's ordinary sword style had such powerful power, Ling Yuelan was also shocked. She no longer planned to use the second and third styles. She knew that these ordinary moves were useless to Ding Meng.

Ling Yuelan gritted her teeth, raised her hand and slashed at Ding Meng on her head. Ling Xian’s treasure sword instantly expanded several times, and it was like a big wall hitting Ding Meng. Ding Meng held the hilt of the sword with one palm and pushed it up with the tip of the sword.

“Wait———”

The two giant gigantic energy collided and immediately evaporated a large amount of aura fluctuations and water mist in all directions. This was the fusion of ice and fire, and the most direct collision of hard power.

Ling Yuelan's purpose is very obvious, that is, deliberately testing Ding Meng's true depth.

Ten seconds later, she knew that she was wrong. Ding Meng's lightsaber was always full of radiance and as stable as a rock, but the size of the Lingxian Sword was gradually shrinking. Ding Meng's heat source energy was not only continuous, but also had a strong momentum and a strong breath. It was impossible to achieve this without a hundred years of accumulation.

But Ding Meng is only in his early forties. How did he cultivate these essence powers?

In fact, this is related to Ding Meng's experience. Ding Meng does not use Divine Light Energy now, but has real thermal energy. These thermal energy was quickly absorbed and quickly in the three years of Jiyan Star, which is completely different from Ling Yuelan's work behind closed doors in the Holy Mountain for so many years.

Seeing that Ling Xian Sword was about to be knocked back to the prototype, Ling Yuelan flew to a higher place again, a dazzling light rose vertically into the sky, and several human-shaped mirror images appeared in the sky, flashing and flashing. A woman in a white costume and a white veil shuttled through the white mist of the curtain. Her figure was graceful and charming, as if she was a fairy descending to the world. Her demeanor was different, with a variety of charms and styles. Several fairy lights flowed through it. This scene was like a fairy descending to the earth, which made people intoxicated. This was the strongest move in Ling Xian's sword technique, "Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl".

This move was used by Long Yao and Ding Meng also used it at the Fengyun Conference. Now it is even more amazing when Ling Yuelan uses it himself. This fairy mirror almost completely covers the martial arts field. Even Ji Chenxue felt his eyes sting. The other disciples of Lingxian Sect retreated far away again, and no one could open his eyes.

However, Ding Meng did not respond. He turned over in the air and landed steadily. The lightsaber also retracted into his palm. Seeing his expression very calm, he seemed to not care about the wonderful scenes in the sky.

As soon as he landed, all the fairy mirror images miraculously disappeared. Ling Yuelan's true body reappeared, and she slowly landed and landed in the center of the martial arts field.

Ding Meng bowed his head and bowed: "Thank you for your advice for your advice!"

Ling Yuelan stared at him: "Why don't you fight back?"

Ding Meng smiled: "Senior is extremely strong, I'm willing to give him a chance!"

Ling Yuelan stared at him for a long time and suddenly sighed: "Yu Xingyang and Long Yao are both too far away from you..."

She paused slightly again and continued to sigh: "I am too far from you!"

As soon as these words were said, everyone around them looked in disbelief. The sect leader actually gave in and bowed his head. This was incredible.
Chapter completed!