Just like Qi Zichen said, Miao Tianxin's arrival was really just to give Meng Juntong a war sticker.

The imaginary appearance of stepping on the wind and the heroic appearance was not reflected in the body of this new great master, he stepped on the largest royal road in the whole Longchuan City, step by step, and walked to the front of the palace of the king of Chu step by step.

He did not rush to the palace of the king of Chu rashly, but stood outside the palace and declared war on Meng Juntong with the secret method of transmitting sound for thousands of miles.

His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear, but the force was well controlled, and the sounds were clear but not harsh.

"Xiandaomen, Miao Dao Miao Tianxing, is here to officially invite Shaohua Meng Juntong to fight. ”

This invitation to battle was actually heard by the entire Longchuan City, and once again I don't know how many martial cultivators jumped onto the wall of their courtyard like a carp crossing the river, or climbed high and looked far away, and saw the demeanor of this new great master inviting battle.

Meng Juntong looked at Luo Wushuang on the left, and turned her head to look at Qi Zichen on the right, but she was a little at a loss.

"Time, place, Miao Tianxin is waiting for your reply. Luo Wushuang reminded Meng Juntong.

Meng Juntong cleared his throat, used his internal strength, and said loudly in the direction of the palace gate of the imperial city: "Three days later, still in front of the sword qi bamboo forest, the junior Shaohua Meng Juntong is still waiting for the teachings of the senior Miao. ”

This sonic technique, Meng Juntong used it for the first time, and when he shouted, he was obviously a head weaker than Miao Tianxin in terms of momentum, and he also lost a little bit of the demeanor of a master.

"Okay, then three days later, see you in the sword qi bamboo forest. Miao Tianxin didn't say much, and after making a battle contract, he turned around and left the palace city of King Chu step by step, leaving from Yurong Road.

The closest to the palace is undoubtedly the National Teacher's Mansion, on the top of the attic of the National Teacher's Mansion, Ah Wen, Ainis, Bai Yu, Xiang Xuan and Meng Junsheng are all crowded together, they are all looking in one direction, that is, the palace of the Chu Palace.

"How do I feel that the master is a little weak. Aenis gently pushed Awen with his arm: "Awen, did you say that the master beat Miao Tianxin?"

"It should be able to fight," Bai Yu's words were also a little bottomless, she seemed to want to strengthen some of her confidence and added: "Look at the master's battle in the Sword Qi Bamboo Forest, how powerful, one person overturned so many masters in the city." ”

Ah Wen was noncommittal, but said very objectively: "Those people can't compare with the current Miao Tianxin, the great master in Longchuan City, he was an immortal martial artist as soon as he was born, tsk." ”

"Immortal Martial Man!" Anice's eyes were lit up with little stars, even she knew that this was the realm that cultivators dreamed of, walking on the immortal bridge of immortality, but with the brilliant combat power of martial artists, supernatural power and killing power coexisted, he was the strongest monk in heaven and earth, there was no one.

Xiang Xuan clasped his hands together in front of his chest and muttered, "The master will definitely win, the uncle said, the master is the best at making miracles." ”

"Needless to say, my cousin will definitely win," Meng Junsheng has full confidence in Meng Juntong, and now Meng Juntong is his only relative in this world, and his only reliance.

"Three days, that's a bit short. Luo Wushuang walked in front of Meng Juntong and stretched out his hand to point to the Qingfeng Sword she was holding in her hand: "You want to use this time to absorb the third sword soul fragment in Xiang Xuan's hand." ”

Meng Juntong was slightly stunned, and subconsciously asked, "How do you know that my sword has absorbed the second sword soul!"

When he walked out of the library, Meng Juntong deliberately concealed the aura of his Qingfeng sword, and Qi Zichen said that this library was a place that even Luo Wushuang couldn't grasp and touch, and it was impossible for him to monitor himself.

Luo Wushuang just smiled, and did not give Meng Juntong an answer: "I just want to say that your confidence can't rely too much on artifacts, the real strong will not fake external objects, the moment you win the crowd with a bamboo sword, I thought you had understood this truth." ”

Meng Juntong froze in place, recalling the scene when he was carrying a bamboo sword to deal with it, as if it was really like this, even if he was just holding a bamboo sword at that time, he also had the confidence to win in his heart, but now how could he feel that he had to rely on the strengthened Qingfeng Sword to be able to win Miao Tianxin. Could it be that my mother's thousands of books have come into my mind in vain.

These three hours for an outsider, for his own decades of wisdom, are more precious than any painstaking practice.

"But if I didn't plan to use the Qingfeng Sword, why did I have to fight so hard to repair the sword soul for it!" Meng Juntong raised a somewhat contradictory question, and this weapon was originally used for human use, whether it was a soldier on the ordinary battlefield, or a divine weapon in the hands of the masters of the rivers and lakes, it was just to add killing power to himself.

Luo Wushuang didn't think much about it, he obviously had prepared an answer to Meng Juntong for this question a long time ago.

"Everyone uses weapons, whether it is a military warrior, a martial artist in the rivers and lakes, or a disciple of the sect, or a great sect of the Immortal Family, for them, there are basically only three realms. One is to use weapons as tools, and the so-called workers want to do their jobs well, and they must use their tools, which is the way. If you use the tool to the extreme, you can exert more combat power than your original number, but at the peak of using it, one person and one sword, it will definitely not achieve the effect of two people, that is to say, it is still one person and one sword, I don't know if you can understand if I say this?"

Meng Juntong nodded: "If you use the weapon to the extreme, it will not exceed its own double combat power at most, so you can understand it this way." ”

Luo Wushuang gave Meng Juntong a thumbs up, indicating that there was no problem with her understanding, and continued: "The second realm is the extension of weapons as siblings, and the growth of swords, which is also often called the realm of 'unity of man and sword' by the masters of the rivers and lakes. ”

"What about the third one?" Meng Juntong asked a little impatiently.

"The third kind?haha, the third kind...... Luo Wushuang smiled mysteriously.

"Don't tell me what rules you have, you can't say anything like that!" Meng Juntong made a gesture to draw his sword.

Luo Wushuang coughed dryly and said, "There is nothing that can't be said, the third realm, also known as the reincarnation of the artifact." At this point, the artifact is a god, his potential is unlimited, and your potential is also unlimited.