"Of course he is the number one martial artist in the world."
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area fell silent. It was not until a few breaths later that the whispering sounds gradually appeared in the hall again.
As time went by, the discussion became louder and louder, and became more and more unconcealed. Until finally, the entire hall seemed to have turned into a vegetable market, and the sound was extremely noisy.
The gazes that everyone present looked at Meng Xiuyuan, from the original cautious look, became more and more unscrupulous, even with undisguised ridicule.
Because as soon as these words came out, Meng Xiuyuan's image in their eyes instantly changed from the mysterious and unpredictable Wudang master to a ignorant boy who spoke arrogantly.
After all, there are hundreds or even thousands of martial arts practitioners in the world, and there are many who have profound sects and long-standing traditions. Who dares to insist that his own kung fu is the best in the world?
Nakong Zhi, who was opposite him, was the first to laugh. He no longer looked at Meng Xiuyuan, but instead passed him and said directly to Song Yuanqiao behind him:
"Hahaha, Master Song. On such an occasion today, do you, the Wudang Sect, just let such a sleazy brat talk nonsense?
I know you love and protect your junior brother, but we are getting down to business, can you please let him be quiet first? Now is not the time to amuse children."
He was born with a grimace on his face, his brows were furrowed, and the corners of his mouth were drooped. Now that he was smiling like this, his expression looked even more weird and sarcastic.
Not far away, Xi Huazi, the elder of the Kunlun sect, was already holding back his anger. Seeing Meng Xiuyuan make such a gaffe, he naturally couldn't help but take this opportunity to suppress Wudang's arrogance, so he said in a strange way:
"Well, Monk Kongzhi, you can't blame Meng Shaoxia. He seems to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. I heard that he went to Wudang Mountain since he was a child and was loved by Master Zhang and the Seven Wudang Heroes.
After such experience, to be able to become as polite and mature as Meng Xiuyuan is now, it is already a good teaching of the Wudang Sect.
Occasionally speaking arrogantly and saying some outrageous things is normal, and there is no need to blame him too much."
After speaking, he stroked his beard proudly, as if the elders were carefully teaching the younger ones.
"Don't talk nonsense. I believe that since Meng Shaoxia dared to say this, he must have something to rely on." He Taichong, the leader of Kunlun, took care of Wudang's face and scolded Xihuazi, but in fact, he also looked down on Meng Xiuyuan a lot in his heart. He originally treated Meng Xiuyuan less.
The slight fear slowly dissipated.
Seeing this situation, the Seven Heroes of Wudang felt angry, but seeing that Meng Xiuyuan still looked blank, they knew that these words were intentional, so they remained silent.
After being together for ten years, they already have great trust in this junior brother.
Sure enough, Meng Xiuyuan completely ignored these sarcastic words and just looked at Shaolin host Kong Wen and asked:
"Holy Monk, do you believe what I said?"
Kongwen was cautious by nature and the city was extremely deep, so he did not directly deny it, but said:
"Zhang Zhenren has profound attainments in martial arts, and the poor monk naturally admires him. The martial arts he created must have some merits.
I just don’t know what kind of kung fu Meng Xiuyuan refers to when he says ‘the best in the world’?”
Meng Xiuyuan made no secret and said freely:
"My qualifications are dull. My master only taught me one sword technique, one palm technique, and one internal skill, but I can be regarded as the best in the world in all of them."
His still confident look made everyone present sigh: It turns out that this kid is not only arrogant, but also very thick-skinned.
On the contrary, when Monk Kongzhi saw this, he suddenly calmed down with a flash of inspiration in his mind, consciously figured out the key to the matter, and shouted loudly:
"Senior brother, no, we fell into this kid's trick.
Don't listen to this kid's nonsense anymore. I think he is deliberately speaking arrogantly to attract our attention.
Think about it, why are we here today?
The Wudang Clan has temporarily explained the matter regarding the Longmen Escort Agency, but they are still hiding the whereabouts of the villain Xie Xun.
Ever since we started, this kid has been obsessed with Shaolin Nine Yang Kung, and even said that he would exchange the "best martial arts in the world" for such nonsense, which led us all astray.
I think he just doesn’t want to reveal the whereabouts of the evil thief Xie Xun, so he’s rambling here and there, deliberately diverting our thoughts!”
As soon as Kongzhi said this, he immediately aroused many responses in the hall.
"You're right!" "That makes sense!"
"Thankfully Master Kongzhi, otherwise we would all be deceived by this kid."
"I'm just telling you, it's such a coincidence that my nephew was injured."
"Yes, otherwise why would he come in with the child in his arms just as we were about to ask about Xie Xun?"
"Humph, it was all arranged by the Wudang Clan in advance!"
The hundreds of people here are all here for Xie Xun and the Dragon Saber today, and naturally they will not give up. They were attracted by the interaction between Meng Xiuyuan, Shaolin, and Emei and were a little forgotten. Now, Kong Zhi said, "
”, naturally I felt that I had been deceived by guidance.
Meng Xiuyuan was not anxious about the situation, but said directly:
"Everyone, you have wronged me. If you want to know the whereabouts of Xie Xun and the Dragon Sword, what's the problem?
My fifth senior brother, he and Xie Xun are sworn brothers, and we cannot talk about it due to moral reasons. But I have nothing to do with Xie Xun, and I also know the whereabouts of Xie Xun.
If you want to hear it, just ask me..."
"Junior brother!" As soon as Meng Xiuyuan said these words, Zhang Cuishan was the most emotional. He was afraid that Meng Xiuyuan would tell the truth about Xie Xun's whereabouts for the sake of Zhang Wuji's safety and trap him in disloyalty and injustice.
However, Song Yuanqiao and others beside him quickly comforted him. They knew Meng Xiuyuan and would not do such stupid things.
Sure enough, before Meng Xiuyuan finished speaking, he continued:
"It's just that I can't tell you this news so easily. Naturally, there are conditions."
When the hundreds of people from various sects present heard Meng Xiuyuan's words, not only were they not disappointed, but they all became excited.
They had long thought that the Wudang Clan would not reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts so easily. After all, it was related to the dragon-slaying sword. Everyone who came to the scene was even mentally prepared to fight against the Wudang Clan in advance.
Now that Meng Xiuyuan said it was conditional, it meant that it could be discussed and there was a way to satisfy it, which was equivalent to relief, and everyone was naturally happy after hearing this.
As the person in charge, Kong Wen spontaneously asked on behalf of everyone:
"But I don't know, what exactly does Meng Shaoxia require before he is willing to reveal the whereabouts of the evil thief Xie Xun?"
Meng Xiuyuan felt happy when he saw the other party taking the bait, but he pretended to be a little angry and said:
"As you can see, although I am young, I am also a direct disciple of the second generation of Wudang Mountain.
Today you are laughing at my master's martial arts, and you are also making insinuations at my respected master Zhang Zhenren.
Not only can I not get over it in face, but I also can’t get over this hurdle in my heart!"
When Kong Wen heard the words, he was also happy in his heart. He didn't expect it to be so simple, so he hurriedly said:
"So it turns out that we were negligent and the wording was really inappropriate, which caused Meng Shaoxia to misunderstand.
Then, on behalf of everyone here, I would like to apologize to you, Meng Shaoxia..."
Meng Xiuyuan immediately raised his hand and interrupted Kong Wen's words:
"Sir Monk Kong Wen, wait a minute, I don't need you to apologize. Face is not given by others, it is earned by oneself.
Besides, I just said that what my master passed down to me is the world's best magical skill, and I want to exchange it with you for the Shaolin Nine Yang Kung. If you don't believe it, I will naturally prove it to you.
Now that all the good things have been said today, we in the martial arts world will see the truth behind our hands!"
Having said this, Meng Xiuyuan finally came to a conclusion.
He glanced at everyone and deliberately said with an arrogant expression unique to young people:
"I would like to make a bet with everyone present, and the bet is the whereabouts of Xie Xun.
Everyone present, as long as someone can win even one and a half moves under my hands, proving that the skills my master taught me are not the best in the world, then I will tell you in detail that you want to know the news, and there is nothing else.
If one person beats me, I will tell that one person. If ten people beat me, I will tell those ten people.
Never deny it.
But if none of you here today can defeat me, then my conditions will also change.
I want Shaolin monks and my Nine-Yang Kung Fu to save people, and I won’t use any martial arts skills in exchange this time.
I also want everyone here to go down the mountain immediately and not stay on Wudang Mountain again. In the future, they will not bother me, the Wudang Sect, because of Xie Xun's affairs.
Do all the senior experts here have the guts to accept such a bet?"