Everyone in the teahouse was silent for a while, looking at Li Xingchen who was angrily and unwilling to talk about his past with complicated eyes.
If what he said is true, then this person is really a rare genius in the world.
He entered Xiantian at the age of nineteen, broke through eight levels of barriers in one step, and cultivated the Eight Innate Apertures. He can be said to be second only to men like Meng Zhao and other generations of geniuses, and even better than Han Pu, who has the body of a star.
He has such a talent, but it has been deliberately hidden and suppressed by his family. He has been unable to express it for many years. Under the depression, it is not difficult to understand the various expressions of anger he is showing now.
"Meng Zhao, you are also a genius and a strong man, and you are far luckier than me to be able to step on the stage and be known to the world, alongside Shen Tianci.
This is the honor that thousands of young warriors in the land of China, the martial arts world, and the world dream of.
Today, I am going to have a good fight with you, and I want to let the world know that the Xuzhou Li family, the descendants of the Huangtang Dynasty, also have geniuses who can compete with you, the Southern Meng, and the Northern Meng!"
As Li Xingchenkang's passionate emotions burst out and he gritted his teeth, the aura that had been suppressed by him suddenly exploded. The terrifying energy was like a straight pillar of air, soaring into the sky. The surrounding air was faintly distorted, and wisps of
The small but terrifying sword energy mixed with Li Xingchen's outward momentum has the power to tear the heaven and the earth apart.
This is the most direct and fundamental reason why Li Xingchen approached Meng Zhao.
He has been harboring resentment in his heart for too long, and he needs an opponent to vent his anger.
In the south, there were family elders who suppressed him. Even though he was ambitious, he did not dare to take action rashly.
But when he came to the Northland, he no longer had to worry about so much. It was his long-cherished wish to pick a suitable master and have a hearty fight.
As Li Xingchen's energy burst out, the wooden chair he was sitting on remained motionless and was not affected in any way. However, Li Ya'er and Li Xinglu beside him stood up and stepped back at the same time under this tyrannical pressure.
The Li family guards beside them were also forced back by the terrifying energy.
The wooden table that had been kept extremely clean and tidy was directly crushed into pieces by this terrifying qi machine. Just because the qi machine was too strong and full of suppression, for a while, the wooden table actually broke into pieces without falling apart, and it remained for a short period of time.
Previous shape.
Qiang Qiangqiang, before Li Xingchen went crazy, no one thought that this extremely handsome young man could have such terrifying strength. Even Niu Dali, who always thought highly of himself, looked solemn.
Judging from the momentum alone, this person is probably not inferior to him. As for a real fight, Niu Dali is not completely sure that he can defeat the opponent.
I can't help but wonder, what is going on in this world?
Before meeting Meng Zhao, he was considered an invincible little strongman. After meeting Meng Zhao, he met strongmen one after another, which almost destroyed his self-confidence.
However, Meng Zhao, who was sitting next to Li Xingchen, was not affected at all. No matter how powerful Li Xingchen's Qi was, or how terrifying the power of the tiny sword Qi swirling around him was, when it touched within three feet of Meng Zhao's body,
Everything was dissolved by the spring breeze like rain.
Meng Zhao even put the tea cup with white mist in his hand to his lips with great interest and took a sip.
It is true that Li Xingchen's aura is strong and terrifying, and his energy is even more majestic, vast, and overwhelming, causing those who face this energy to lose three points of their momentum.
However, Meng Zhao's current accomplishments can be said to be at the pinnacle of innate martial arts and unrivaled. In his opinion, although the opponent's methods are somewhat impressive, they are still a little immature.
At this moment, at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor of the inn, a middle-aged man wearing black clothes, holding a sword in both arms, and with long hair entangled in a silver hairband, appeared. His breath was completely restrained and there was no leakage.<
/p>
His appearance was obscured by a sword energy, and no matter how sharp his eyesight was, it would be difficult to see clearly his facial features.
He is also tall and slender, like a sword that has been tempered thousands of times, with a restrained edge.
What's even more strange is that this person's sense of existence is extremely weak. He is clearly standing at the corner of the stairs on the second floor, which is very eye-catching, but no one is aware of his existence, as if this person does not exist at all.
His cultivation is so powerful and his methods are so mysterious that no innate person can figure it out.
This person was the person Meng Zhao felt intuitively when he first entered the teahouse.
At the same time, he is also the master Li Xingchen mentioned when he recounted his life just now, the master he met when he was sixteen.
And the moment he appeared, Meng Zhaomeng, who had always been calm and elegant, turned his head and cast his gaze on this person. A pair of purple holes like stars burst out with unprecedented light, and the tea in his hand became even brighter.
Due to the overly intense reaction, it splashed out and landed on Meng Zhao, but was bounced away by an invisible force of true energy.
"This person, this person, is almost the same as the three great masters I met during the Demonic Meeting in Bishui Immortal Palace. He must also be a strong master. The Li family is indeed a descendant of the medieval royal family, with a profound heritage!
”
Meng Zhao regards Li Xingchen as a young boy who is full of energy. Although he is the junior in terms of age, in terms of martial arts, it is normal for him to look down on his opponent.
Li Xingchen is indeed a rare genius, a strong man, and has extraordinary talents. His cultivation level is actually only slightly lower than him.
However, cultivation is just cultivation, cultivation is only the foundation, and cultivation does not represent much.
In terms of foundation, combat power, and true martial arts, Meng Zhao can crush this so-called genius.
After all, he can be regarded as a strong man who came out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood. He has fought with countless strong men and killed many people, but Li Xingchen is different.
Although he has extraordinary talents and extraordinary strength, he is just a practitioner and can be called a master, not a strong one.
I have only heard of strong men who have been killed, but never heard of strong men who have been trained. Although martial arts is a way to improve and transform, it is also a way to kill. Compared to the experienced Meng Zhao, Li Xingchen is like a newborn calf.
Too tender.
Therefore, when Meng Zhaocai discovered the middle-aged master swordsman, he turned his attention to this person, but ignored Li Xingchen, leaving only a trace of caution.
However, his behavior completely angered Li Xingchen, causing the young man who had always regarded himself as the unparalleled genius to be furious and erupting like a volcano.
In fact, Meng Zhao paid too little attention to him. Before the battle, he was distracted and focused on others. This undoubtedly showed that the other party did not take him seriously at all.
"One mountain, one sea, one hidden dragon, sword mountain."
Under the accumulation of anger in his heart, Li Xingchen's true energy surged out fiercely and fiercely. He pointed it as a sword and pointed his sword finger straight towards Meng Zhao.
A wisp of glittering and translucent light shone from his fingertips, like a crystal-like sword that came out and turned into a sword that was more than ten feet long and pressed towards Meng Zhao.