Chapter Thirty-Eight: Senior Brother, Didn't You Have Enough to Eat?
"Senior Brother Zhao Meng! It's Senior Brother Zhao Meng who is here!"
Zhao Meng suddenly brought a group of inner disciples to Meng Mubai and the others with a menacing momentum, which immediately caused countless Ethereal Sect disciples to exclaim.
Moreover, in the inner door of the Ethereal Gate, everyone knows that Zhao Meng and Sun Xing have a good relationship.
Now, Meng Mubai had just defeated Sun Xing, and Zhao Meng came with a group of people menacingly, and almost all the people present understood in an instant that Zhao Meng was trying to save face for Sun Xing!
"Hmph, you made Senior Brother Sun like this?"
As soon as Zhao Meng came to Meng Mubai's face, he looked down at Meng Mubai condescendingly, and said as if a master was asking for a crime.
And Meng Mubai had long had a grudge with Zhao Meng, and it was because Zhao Meng bribed Deacon Zhou that all the rewards for the inner door selection were lost.
Even, if it weren't for the reminder of the intelligent system of the star space, Meng Mubai was pleasantly surprised to obtain a set of god-level upper-level exercises, Meng Mubai's loss would have been even greater. At this time, when the enemies met, Meng Mubai naturally couldn't give Zhao Meng any good looks, but just stared at Zhao Meng coldly, quite a bit-for-tat.
Zhao Xingcen, who was still beside Meng Mubai, saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly answered: "Senior Brother Zhao Zhao, I think Senior Brother Mubai, there should be some misunderstanding with Senior Brother Sun." ”
"Huh, misunderstanding?"
Zhao Meng snorted lightly when he heard this, looked at Zhao Xingcen like an ant, and said contemptuously: "My Senior Brother Sun treats people very well on weekdays, what misunderstanding can there be with the younger brother of the Meng family?" Meng Mubai, I think you should be troublesome with Senior Brother Sun, right?"
"Senior Brother Zhao, that's not what you said. ”
Meng Mubai saw that Zhao Meng was looking for trouble, and couldn't help but speak: "As the saying goes, things gather by like, and people are divided by groups, Senior Brother Sun is good friends with Senior Brother Zhao on weekdays, what kind of person he is, you should know best! Besides, Senior Brother Sun and I are competing fairly in the ring, why do you say that I am deliberately looking for trouble with him?"
"Senior Brother Zhao, although I, Meng Mubai, am a newly promoted inner disciple, I am not something that anyone can bully!"
"If you're not convinced, come with me to the ring!"
"Otherwise, don't hinder me from going back to cultivate!"
Meng Mubai's words were loud, accompanied by the power of defeating a group of inner disciples before, which actually made those inner disciples who followed Zhao Meng look at each other, and they couldn't find any words to refute at all.
Moreover, even Zhao Meng didn't know how to trouble Meng Mubai now.
Because as Meng Mubai said, he and Sun Xing competed fairly in the ring, and no one could find fault with him.
On the contrary, it was the inner disciples who went to help before the competition in the ring ended, and it was unfair to help Sun Xing.
Therefore, at this time, even Zhao Meng was a little speechless by Meng Mubai, and he didn't know how to defend himself.
However, when Zhao Meng saw the miserable appearance of Sun Xing and the others maintaining a kneeling posture in the ring, Zhao Meng couldn't help but be angry in his heart, and sneered: "What a sharp-toothed boy, did your useless brother teach you these skills? Meng Mubai, if you really have the guts, go to the ring with me! When the time comes, I really want to see if you can still say this!"
"Good!"
After successfully defeating Sun Xing and the others before, Meng Mubai was confident, and naturally it was impossible to be afraid of Zhao Meng's challenge.
Besides, Meng Mubai had long wanted to teach Zhao Meng a good lesson, but unfortunately he didn't have the opportunity.
At present, Zhao Meng actually stood up for Sun Xing and was ready to take action in person, which happened to meet Meng Mubai's wishes.
However, at this time, not everyone was optimistic about Meng Mubai, even Zhao Xingcen and Li Qingyuan grabbed Meng Mubai's arm, for fear that he would be impulsive.
Even, even the disciples of the Ethereal Sect who were watching the excitement around had little confidence in Meng Mubai, because the strength of Zhao Meng and Sun Xing was not at the same level at all!
Although it is said that Zhao Meng and Sun Xing's cultivation are both at the tenth layer of body refining, Zhao Meng has already touched the threshold of the Cloud Condensing Realm and has defeated countless masters of the tenth layer of body refining.
In the entire Guichen Academy, there were only a handful of people who could defeat Zhao Meng, and it was rumored that he had also crossed the level to challenge the descendant disciple of the Condensing Cloud Realm, and he had traveled more than a dozen rounds under the hands of that descendant disciple!
Even if Meng Mubai defeated Sun Xing and other inner disciples, it could be regarded as a challenge to leapfrog, but now that he actually responded to Zhao Meng's challenge, it was a little ridiculous.
And Zhao Meng saw that Meng Mubai agreed so simply, and he didn't get angry and laughed: "Meng Mubai, you really have backbone! But I'm going to tell you today, having backbone is not necessarily a good thing!"
Saying that, Zhao Meng instructed the inner disciples around him to take Sun Xing and the others back to heal their injuries first, and he himself began to walk towards the ring, for fear that Meng Mubai would regret it.
However, just as Zhao Meng was about to enter the ring, Meng Mubai suddenly waved his hand and shouted, "Wait a minute!"
"Huh?"
Zhao Meng's gloomy gaze suddenly shifted to Meng Mubai's body, and he sneered: "If you want to regret it, is it a little late? Or is it that your Meng family are all cowards and have the habit of going back on their word!"
As soon as they heard this, the inner disciples brought by Zhao Meng all burst into laughter, obviously not wanting to leave any way out for Meng Mubai.
However, Meng Mubai only sneered a few times when he heard this, and then said, "Senior Brother Zhao, isn't it a little boring to compete like this? Why don't we gamble on something!"
"Okay!" A hint of banter flashed in Zhao Meng's eyes, and he said, "Since you have to give me spirit stones, I will accept them all today!"
As he spoke, the corners of Zhao Meng's mouth had already raised a cruel smile, and then he continued: "In today's competition, we have already won one hundred lower-grade spirit stones! Whoever wins, whoever can take away the other party's one hundred lower-grade spirit stones!"
"One hundred yuan?" Meng Mubai sneered a few times when he heard this, and said, "One hundred yuan, is it too little?" Senior Brother Zhao, could it be that you have this little belongings?"
"Hahahaha, okay! It's just two hundred yuan!" Zhao Meng laughed wildly: "Lao Tzu played with you!"
"Well, let's go! The matter between us really needs to be settled!"
Meng Mubai stroked his sleeves, and his facial expression did not change in the slightest, giving people an unfathomable taste.
Immediately, under the gaze of countless Ethereal Sect disciples, Meng Mubai really walked to the ring and confronted Zhao Meng.
The two were far away from each other, only about ten meters apart, and they were silent.
Suddenly!
The countless ethereal disciples under the ring saw that the ground under Zhao Meng's feet began to crack inch by inch, and the momentum was even higher!
As soon as he saw Zhao Meng's momentum, the ethereal disciples under the ring couldn't help but gasp at the same time, and while shocking Zhao Meng's cultivation to be amazing, he even laughed at Meng Mubai's self-indulgence.
However, when Meng Mubai saw Zhao Meng's momentum, a confident smile rose from the corner of his mouth!
And his smile, like hot oil poured on a blazing fire, aroused Zhao Meng's anger at once!
"Meng family boy, watch the boxing!"
"Knock ......"
"Knock ......"
Zhao Meng was furious, and took a big stride towards Meng Mubai, and when each step landed on the ring, he stepped out of the ring.
At this moment, the strong wind hit, making Meng Mubai can't help but squint his eyes slightly!
However, just when Zhao Meng deceived himself in front of Meng Mubai and aimed a punch at Meng Mubai, Meng Mubai suddenly turned his fist into a palm and actually held Zhao Meng's fist in his palm!
"Bang ......"
The fists and palms intersected, and the force suddenly spread, causing a violent wind to rise in the ring.
But Meng Mubai, who was in the middle of this strong wind, caught Zhao Meng's fist hard, and his body was unmoved.
Even, when Meng Mubai caught Zhao Meng's angry fist, he still had that confident smile on the corner of his mouth, and said lightly:
"Senior Brother Zhao, you haven't eaten enough, have you?!"