Fiasco.

A fiasco with no way to fight back.

still remembers the fight with Du Zheng when they first met, Xia Qingyang was also accurately predicted, and he was pressed and beaten step by step.

But Du Zheng's time was completely incomparable with this time.

In front of Meng Xing, Xia Qingyang felt like a transparent person.

She can predict Meng Xing's three-step moves, and Meng Xing can predict her ten-step and twenty-step moves.

Every move she used was within the framework of "Sword Science", in other words, it was dancing in the palm of Meng Xing's hand.

She can't beat Meng Xing, just like Sun Monkey can't beat Bodhi Patriarch - the techniques are all learned from others, how can she beat them.

Xia Qingyang knew that Meng Xing was still merciful.

If he took the initiative to attack her, he was afraid that in an instant, this trial would be over.

But he let her for a full twenty minutes.

As a result, she didn't hit him with a single knife.

Meng Xing finally put the knife on her neck, frowned and said, "You are defeated."

Xia Qingyang was sweating and panting - although she was unwilling, she also clearly knew that in terms of knife technique alone, she really couldn't even compare to Meng Xing's little thumb.

The gap is really too big.

"Really, what's the matter with that kid Du Zheng, didn't he take my words to heart." As soon as Meng Xing waved his hand, the knife turned into white mist and disappeared, "Okay, you can go back." Don't come again. ”

Xia Qingyang felt ashamed, but he didn't want to let go of the slightest opportunity, and said repeatedly: "The juniors will definitely work harder to study the knife technique!" I hope that the seniors will give the juniors another chance, and ...... next time"

"Next time? Even if you are given a hundred more chances, it will be the same result. Meng Xing was very disappointed, "You are not as good as Du Zheng now." Still talk to me about opportunities? ”

Xia Qingyang's heart tightened.

Meng Xing looked at Xia Qingyang's appearance of clutching the handle of the knife, and sighed slightly:

"Your strength, you can't even touch the corners of my clothes, how did Du allow you to come in for the trial?"

"Don't blame Du Zheng's seniors." Xia Qingyang didn't dare to call himself a disciple of Meng Xing, so he could only call himself a junior, "The juniors haven't seen Du Zheng's seniors for many years, and it is all the juniors' own decisions to come in for the trial......"

"Haven't seen you in years? What, Du Zheng died? ”

"No, no."

Xia Qingyang hurriedly told the announcement of major adjustments and the fact that he had been forced to make a copy.

Meng Xing put his hands behind his back, and the more he listened, the more serious his expression became.

After listening, he muttered, "It's finally completely revealing its true face...... That being the case, time is running out. ”

After talking to himself, Meng Xing glanced at Xia Qingyang.

"You just said that you've been in the dungeon, you've never been out, and you've been through 3 SSS-level dungeons?"

"Yes."

"In addition to the sword technique, have you also cultivated other weapons or secret techniques?"

Meng Xing's tone was tinged with a hint of displeasure.

He naturally hoped that his disciples would devote themselves wholeheartedly to the sword technique.

What's more, he was now very dissatisfied with Xia Qingyang's sword skill level. I heard her say that she was able to go through so many high-difficulty dungeons in a row and get out of the way.

He guessed that she was focusing on cultivating other secret methods, and she was inevitably unhappy.

Xia Qingyang didn't dare to hide it, so he could only admit it.

Meng Xing was very dissatisfied, and even wanted to directly throw Xia Qingyang's spirit out.

But thinking of the current situation, he endured it and asked her what secret method she had practiced.

- What secret method can be more important than his "Sword Science"?!

Meng Xing's momentum is extremely oppressive.

Xia Qingyang remembered that before, Daojun was also dissatisfied with her practice of "Sword Learning", and was afraid that she would despise "Yuan", so he always raised the bar with her.

Alas, she was now suddenly very envious of Gu Sinan's talent.

If only she could split her mind in half and practice the Origin while practicing the sword.

"Don't worry, I'm in a special space here, and I won't be tracked by the live stream that came out of the game. Just tell the truth. Meng Xing thought that Xia Qingyang was worried about the live broadcast of the game.

Xia Qingyang responded and said the name of "Source".

"Yuan" is a secret method specially written by Daojun for Xia Qingyang, and no third person in the three thousand worlds has seen it, and the names are all latecomers, so Meng Xing naturally has never heard of it.

His first reaction was to think that it was some kind of pheasant secret method.

But then, Xia Qingyang told the cause and effect one by one.

Including her agreement with Daojun, as well as leading the rebellion against the rules of the game.

After hearing this, Meng Xing's eyes looked at her completely different.

“…… You're a bit of a powerful girl. I just wanted to kill the rules of the game myself, but you called on so many players. ”

"Don't dare to be. In the past, it was just because the ambition of the rules of the game was not clearly laid out, and you could not tell others what was at stake, so you had to carry the banner alone. Now it's clearly blocking the way of all players, forcing everyone into one line. ”

Xia Qingyang clenched his fists and said sincerely, "As the number one on the list, you are already coveted by the rest of the players, it is difficult to take the lead, and the rules of the game are always bewitching. Rao is like this, you still stick to it for more than 700 years, this is the foresight, the righteousness, and the admiration of the younger generations. ”

"Pretty good at talking." Meng Xing was amused by her, "Who are you listening to about these things about me?" ”

"Part of it is to listen to the story of the emperor's predecessors."

"Oh? What does he say about me? ”

Xia Qingyang retold the conversation in the house to Meng Xing.

Meng Xing shook his head and smiled: "To say something like that, it's really not like him." ”

Then, he paused: "But you don't have to be presumptuous. If you don't feel threatened, the rules of the game won't be disrupted. If it is allowed to hide its purpose and slowly eats away, the Three Thousand Worlds will only completely collapse in silence. ”

"But it's being pressed now, and the time left for us ......"

"Well, there's no hurry." Meng Xing raised his hand and stopped the words behind her, "Since you are practicing the Heavenly Dao Authentic Sect and the supreme secret method that gathers the beliefs of all things, I won't say anything about you." ”

Xia Qingyang stood obediently, like a student waiting for the teacher to make a decision.

Meng Xing pondered for a moment and asked her what year it was and how long it had been since he died.

"My soul is in this trial space, and I can't feel the passage of time. My last memory outside was the life-and-death duel with Gu Sinan. ”

Memories of the soul are shared.

In other words, although Meng Xing had already separated a wisp of his soul in this "Sword Study" and set up trials, he still had memories of his life.

"It's the year 817 in the Southern Gregorian calendar."

In other words, more than 100 years have passed since the game was adjusted.

More than a hundred years have passed, and Xia Qingyang has not been back to the rest area once.

Fortunately, the time flow rate in the rest area is the same as that of the dungeon world. At least this way, when she goes back, she won't be a person.