Early in the morning of the third day.

Taiyi Holy Land.

Several halls spread one after another, the surrounding mountains bowed their heads for them, the sound of the bell chime pierced through the mountains, the clouds were full of crane shadows flying, and above many halls, one by one the young disciples flew with their swords.

In front of the Heaven Sacrifice Square, the Taiyi Holy Lord and the Eight Great Elders stood quietly on the high platform, looking at the direction of the mountain gate of the Holy Land.

Outside the square, there were even more dense people, although the holy lords of the major holy places did not appear, but they always paid attention to the Taiyi Holy Land.

In terms of the number of people alone, it is not less than Gu Changsheng's canonization ceremony a few days ago.

However, compared to the canonization ceremony on that day, the expressions of hundreds of thousands of disciples were extremely solemn.

In just three days, Meng Hetang visited the young generation of the top 100 holy places in the Eastern Wilderness one after another.

As a result, except for the sword idiot in the Heavenly Sword Holy Land, no one was able to survive an hour in Meng Hetang's hands.

Although it is just a dialectical argument, it can still see the horror of Meng Hetang.

Now, in the eyes of the monks of the Eastern Wilderness, this competition is no longer just a dialectical argument.

Meng Hetang represents the Zhongzhou Sage Academy, while Gu Changsheng represents the entire Eastern Wilderness.

If Gu Changsheng is defeated today, doesn't that mean that the cultivation path of the Eastern Wilderness is not as good as the Confucianism and Taoism of the Zhongzhou Sage Academy?

Meng Hetang single-handedly defeated all the young generation of Tianjiao in the Eastern Wilderness, and the Eastern Wilderness cultivators would be completely reduced to a laughing stock in the Immortal Continent in the future.

"Do you say, the Immortal Son will win?"

In the Heaven Sacrifice Square, the chief disciple of an elder asked in a deep voice.

In the past three days, Meng Hetang's performance has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and even the disciples of the Taiyi Holy Land are not completely sure of this dialectical discussion.

"The Immortal Holy Son has been recognized by the Confucian Saints, blessed by three thousand holy souls, and empowered by the Heavenly Dao, and has unparalleled luck, this time the dialectic will undoubtedly win!"

An inner door elder spoke lightly.

As soon as these words came out, the tense hearts of the disciples of the Taiyi Holy Land slowly relaxed.

Thinking of the vision that Gu Changsheng had attracted at the canonization ceremony that day, an invincible heart was gradually erected in the hearts of all the disciples.

"Disciple of the Sage Academy, Meng Hetang, come to Taiyi Holy Land to pay respect!"

Just as everyone was talking, a gentle voice sounded from outside the Taiyi Holy Land and reached the ears of the monks present.

"Meng Hetang is here!"

For a while, everyone stopped what they were doing, turned their heads in unison, and looked in the direction of the mountain gate.

Outside the gate of Taiyi Holy Land.

Meng Hetang was still a cyan Confucian fir, with one hand behind him, a scroll in the other, placed on his waist, and looked up at the long stairs.

Behind him, Jiuliang didn't have his usual hanging, and his expression was a little serious.

"Tut-tut, Taiyi Holy Land is worthy of being the top 100 in the Eastern Wilderness, and this style is a little worse than the School Palace!"

Jiuliang looked up at the Taiyi Holy Land, and his eyes were clear.

Meng Hetang paused for a moment, let out a long breath of turbidity, and said with a smile: "This is nature, let's go, today's battle is not easy!"

With that, Meng Hetang raised his steps and walked towards the Taiyi Holy Land.

"Hmm, aren't you even sure about Hetang?" Jiu Liang asked curiously, following behind him.

In this regard, Meng Hetang just smiled and said nothing, stepped on the ladder to the sky, and slowly walked upward.

After a short time, Meng Hetang came to the top and came to the Sacrifice Square.

When hundreds of thousands of Taiyi Holy Land disciples saw Meng Hetang, the invincible heart that had been erected before was faintly loosened.

I saw that Meng Hetang faced hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Taiyi Holy Land, his face was still light, and he walked towards the center of the square as if he had measured step by step.

Every step you take will give birth to a lotus flower under your feet.

With just one glance, the hostility in the hearts of the disciples instantly dissipated.

It was as if they were not facing an enemy, but a saint, which made people feel awe.

"Disciple Meng Hetang, meet the Holy Lord of Taiyi, elders!"

"Take the liberty to come, and please do a lot of Haihan!"

Meng Hetang came to the center of the Heaven Worship Square, stopped, and bowed to the Taiyi Holy Lord and others on the high platform without humility or arrogance.

"Just ask the name of the young palace master, when I saw it today, it was really extraordinary!"

"Please be seated!"

The Taiyi Holy Lord stood up and stretched out his hand to Meng Hetang below, and a colorful lotus seat condensed by spiritual power was instantly condensed and suspended in front of Meng Hetang.

Seeing the colorful lotus seat in front of him, Meng Hetang smiled faintly.

Is this a disgrace for yourself?

"Thank you, Holy Lord!"

Meng Hetang smiled and saluted, and walked up to the seven-colored lotus seat.

The moment he stepped on the colorful lotus seat, a clear breath appeared under his feet.

In just an instant, the colorful lotus flower under his feet began to fade little by little, and finally turned into a seat condensed by pure qi.

Seeing Meng Hetang's display of this hand, the disciples who were watching around set off a storm in their hearts.

The Taiyi Holy Lord is a powerhouse at the peak of the Tribulation, and it can even be said to be a half-step supreme.

Meng Hetang's ability to downplay the small means of resolving the Taiyi Holy Lord so lightly shows how deep its heritage is.

"I don't know, where is the Immortal Son?"

Meng Hetang sat on the lotus seat, his eyes swept around the Heaven Worship Square, and asked lightly.

As soon as his words fell, the spiritual power between heaven and earth suddenly rioted.

A huge wave of spiritual power swept from the Holy Palace.

The petals condensed by spiritual power fell from the sky, and the nine-colored clouds slowly condensed from the sky, drifting towards the Heaven Worship Square.

Seeing the vision in the sky, the disciples of the Taiyi Holy Land, who had originally looked nervous, all looked happy, and bowed to the Holy Womb in unison, saying in unison:

"Welcome, Immortal Son!"

"Welcome to the Immortal Son!"

The sound was deafening, echoing through the heavens and the earth, and could not be dissipated for a long time.

In mid-air, Gu Changsheng stepped on the nine-colored auspicious clouds, and the yin and yang qi that the Great Dao transformed into surrounded him.

Gu Changsheng stood in mid-air, his gaze on Meng Hetang below, and slowly floated down.

"Taiyi Holy Land Gu Changsheng, I've seen Senior Brother Hetang!"

Gu Changsheng bowed to Meng Hetang without being humble or arrogant.

Meng Hetang is from the Zhongzhou Sage Academy, and according to his seniority, he can indeed be counted as his senior brother.

"The Immortal Holy Son is polite!" Meng Hetang replied, then looked at Gu Changsheng with surprise in his eyes, and said with a smile:

"I have long heard that the Immortal Holy Son has great luck, and it has been recognized by my Confucian Confucian saints, and when I see it today, it really deserves its reputation!"

Behind Meng Hetang, Jiu Liang also had a dignified face.

No wonder Meng Hetang said that today's battle is a little difficult.

After seeing Gu Changsheng, he was clear.

The weather luck shrouded his body, and the Heavenly Dao sheltered, even Meng Hetang did not have such a fate.

This Gu Changsheng is enough to be comparable to Zhongzhou's supreme pride.

For Meng Hetang's compliment, Gu Changsheng just smiled faintly and said: "No matter how prosperous the name of immortality is, it is not as good as Senior Brother Hetang, in three days, I have defeated a hundred holy lands in the Eastern Wilderness, and I am a monk in the Eastern Wilderness, but no one knows it, no one knows it!"

Meng Hetang smiled indifferently and said, "It's just a dialectic, it can't be defeated, it can't be won!"

When Gu Changsheng heard this, he didn't answer, he just sat cross-legged, and the aura under his feet naturally condensed into a lotus flower.

"Since it's a dialectic, let's ask Senior Brother Hetang to start!"