The man in the statue looks very heroic, the pair of sword eyebrows are full of wisdom, and he is also covered with a black robe like a feather. Although he is not sharp, he is not majestic, and his deep eyes make people feel that this person is unfathomable.

This is the feeling that the person in the painting gives Meng Yu, and he feels that this man he has never seen before makes him feel a sense of affinity, and he can't tell why.

There are three statues of men, and unlike the others, all three of them show the man in a calm state, just standing there staring ahead. There are no fights and no movement on display, but the three statues show the different stages of the men.

The first is clearly a young man, the second and third are of increasing age, and by the third he is clearly an extremely mature middle-aged man.

Especially the last two statues made Meng Yu's heart ripple, because although the man was still standing calmly, he was holding a magic soldier in his hand in the last two statues.

That big stick, its whole body was wrapped in purple gold light, although it was carved in stone, but people could see its extraordinary at a glance, as if it could release endless power.

For some reason, Meng Yu saw that its size and appearance were very similar to his own Black Prison Dark Iron Rod, which was why his heart fluctuated.

"Could it be...... It can't be such a coincidence, right?"

Meng Yu quickly denied his speculation, how could it be that the Xuantie rod in his hand was the purple-scented divine soldier in the statue? However, Meng Yu also knew that his Black Prison Xuantie rod was not a mortal thing, it was quite mysterious.

Later, he simply didn't think about it anymore, but sat down on the spot. As before, Meng Yu introduced spiritual power into the statue, hoping to make another discovery.

Sure enough, when Meng Yu's spiritual power entered the statue, there seemed to be a ripple on the stone wall, and then a handsome man with a rich spirit appeared like jade.

His face was calm but not angry, "Congratulations to someone who is destined to accept the inheritance of my stick method, my name is Meng Feiyang, this is my magic soldier Black Prison Xuantie Rod." ”

The man who walked out of the statue did not directly show or teach any mental tricks, but first briefly explained his own situation, just these few words, made Meng Yu's heartbeat speed up a few beats.

Because the Meng family had a peerless figure hundreds of years ago, it is said that that person can compete with any strong man in the world, and that person's name is Meng Feiyang.

Of course, this can only be regarded as a legend, because most of the Meng family does not know about this matter, and Meng Yu also heard this amazing secret because of his father's self-talk, after all, it is difficult for the current Meng family to imagine that there was once such a strong man.

Not only that, but the man also revealed that the divine weapon was really the Black Prison Dark Iron Rod. Although he didn't know why the big stick in his hand was so different from the one held by the man, Meng Yu felt that these two magic weapons were one at this moment, and the man in front of him should be an amazing senior of the Meng family mentioned by his father.

Of course, the black prison black iron rod displayed in the man's hand now is not a physical object, including the man himself, it is just a spiritual imprint. Slightly different from the situation last time, Meng Feiyang said something other than the inheritance, but all of this was also a spiritual imprint imprinted in the stone carvings in advance, and the man in front of him was not even a remnant soul, and Meng Yu found that he could not communicate with his ancestors.

Meng Feiyang could only follow the pre-set transmission and inheritance, he continued: "Teach me the stick method below, this stick method is divided into seven styles, if someone can use it with my divine weapon, it can have the power to destroy the world in the end, I hope you can use it to benefit the Wuji Continent." ”

"The first type, the wind and clouds, the second type, the stormy ......"

Meng Yu's heart was shocked, it actually had the power to destroy the world and destroy the world, the ancestors just wanted to pass on this set of stick methods, although this seems to be a treasure technique matched with the Xuantie rod, but even if other magic soldiers use this set of stick methods The power should not be small.

But what is even more amazing is that Meng Yu is actually carrying a black prison black iron rod, which I am afraid Meng Feiyang could not have imagined, I have to say that this kind of opportunity is too coincidental.

Meng Feiyang said while showing the movements to teach the stick method, but gradually Meng Yu suddenly couldn't hear the voice of the ancestors, Meng Feiyang still seemed to be saying something there, and then his movements gradually blurred, and finally until the figure disappeared.

At the same time, Meng Yu felt a splitting headache. The young man didn't have to think too much, his spiritual power was like a coercion withdrew, Meng Yu hurriedly breathed and then took some elixirs that warmed his mental power.

According to what the man said, this stick method should be seven styles, and later Meng Yu understood that this set of stick methods is too high, and the stakes are far from being comparable to ordinary exercises and treasure arts. Therefore, for the sake of safety, there are also requirements for the strength of the inheritor, and Meng Yu's current strength is not enough, and he cannot accept the seven-style inheritance.

Not being able to comprehend and temporarily not being able to use it is one thing, and it may be a bad thing if the strength is too weak to get this kind of inheritance and not be able to keep it, so it was not until later that Meng Yu couldn't hear and see clearly, and at the same time, he had a headache, and his spiritual power did not reach enough standards.

Meng Yu only got the inheritance of the two styles, in fact, what the young man didn't know was that his own spiritual power had surpassed that of the monks of the same level by too much, otherwise it would be impossible for him to accept the two inheritances at all.

Meng Yu had to sigh secretly that it was a pity, maybe in the future, his strength would be strong enough to accept all the seven-style inheritances, and the spiritual imprints in these statues could be demonstrated more than once, but whether he could enter the ancient battlefield again next time or when to enter, Meng Yu couldn't say it, and at the same time, he also sighed that the ancestors had thought so thoroughly.

But when Meng Yu came to the statues closest to the entrance of the cave, he was stunned again. Because he found that he had clearly remembered that he had obtained an exercise from the stone carving, but now he could not remember any information about the exercise.

This is very weird, and later Meng Yu felt that maybe the rules here were so peculiar, everyone could only choose one inheritance, and if they learned one, they would be forgotten if they learned it before, and they would not be able to chew it out, and they might be afraid that all the inheritances would be obtained by a certain villain.

Meng Yu didn't try to learn other things to see if he could forget the two-style stick method, he felt that although the stick method he got was not perfect, it should be regarded as the top among these many stone carvings, even if it was not the most powerful, many things depended on chance.

The fact that he was able to meet the predecessors of the Meng family here, and the fact that he was armed with a dark iron rod is enough to explain the fate. Meng Yu unconsciously used his hand to gesture the movements taught by Meng Feiyang, and suddenly the Black Prison Xuantie rod jumped out automatically.

Meng Yu knew it had spirituality when she first got it, but she was still taken aback. The boy held the iron rod, imagined it in his mind, and then pondered it in his heart several times.

Finally, he followed the instructions in the lineage and swung his stick.....

"Boom!"

It's terrible, the power of this time is too great, the ancient cave was shaken by the town, and the ground was blown out of a huge pit, and the stones stirred up were the size of a grinding plate, and smashed on the stone wall.

Meng Yu was shocked, he had a feeling that the power of this stick was enough to make any opponent of the same level directly wiped out, even if it was a person of a higher level, he would be hit hard.

Later, Meng Yu found that the ancient cave was still very stable, and those statues seemed to have special means of self-protection and had not been destroyed, so Meng Yu was at ease.

It's just that there was a feeling of emptiness coming from his body, and Meng Yu felt as if the spiritual power around his body had been drained. This trick is indeed powerful, and it can make him look down on his peers, but the consumption is too great. You must know that Meng Yu's spiritual power is deeper than that of ordinary monks of the same level, but it is still almost emptied.

Meng Yu was not greedy, and after resting for a while, he came to the entrance of the cave. Looking up, there were clouds and mist, but this did not block Meng Yu's vision.

He used the Heavenly Eye and found that it was hundreds of meters high from the cliff. With his current strength, he will naturally not be stumped, although he can't fly, but a vertical can be hundreds of meters high, and when the time comes, he will be able to return to it by using the method of Tiyun Vertical on the cliff wall.

It's just that he didn't rush up and wanted to practice the Wing Walking Technique again.