With the appearance of the man, the waves on the surface of the sea stopped, and the North Sea was quiet again.

The old man with the hanging sword clutched his chest and sat cross-legged on the seashore and began to recover the sword qi in his body.

Meng Jin was holding the sword, and the sword qi was still surrounding him, but looking at that person, he couldn't regenerate the slightest battle intent, he was a swordsman in the realm of ascending the tower, this human monk, it stands to reason that no matter whether he can deal with it or not, there should be no threat to him, but this one in front of him, where is the human monk.

Obviously he is a saint sitting high in the clouds!

The Taoist who was surrounded by golden light stood with his hands in his hands, just looked at Meng Jin indifferently, and didn't say much, but standing like this, Meng Jin could feel a powerful aura as vast as the sea, if he wasn't a swordsman who had climbed to the pinnacle of the building, he was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to stand steadily.

The wrinkles on Meng Jin's old face seemed to be trembling slightly by a gust of wind, like ripples on the surface of a lake, and the snow-white long sword in his hand reflected the light of the sky. Meng Jin said with difficulty: "It turned out that it was the arrival of the saint, and it was far away. ”

It's tough, but the sound is flat.

No matter how Meng Jin said it, he used to be the head of the Sword Mountain Sect, and he was one of the strongest monks in this world, how could he be like an ordinary monk.

The saint looked at Meng Jin and said indifferently, "Do you know who I am?"

In the battle of Luoyang City, a total of three saints fell in the entire cloud, two Daomen saints, and one Confucian saint, since this is a Taoist dress, it is naturally one of the remaining Daomen saints.

The remaining four Daomen saints, Ye Sheng has always lived in seclusion, Ning Sheng and Chen Sheng have been seriously injured in the battle in the clouds, and now the Daomen saints who can still appear in the world, except for Zhao Sheng, who didn't show much in the war, who else can there be?

Meng Jin didn't know the details of the battle in the clouds, but he knew one thing very well, that is, after the battle in the clouds, the pattern of the world would change, but he never thought that there would be a saint who walked down the clouds and came to him without going anywhere else, and it seemed that he was going to do something to him.

Meng Jin looked indifferent, he has been in Beihai for hundreds of years, he has always been very calm, not only did he not dare to reveal his identity, but he never quarreled with others, today he wants to kill people, but he just thinks that his identity is exposed, after killing someone, he can leave Beihai, go to other places, and continue to live like this.

He is no longer the original Sword Mountain Sect, he doesn't have anything else to do, he just wants to live like this, and in the last few years, he may think about whether he can break through the building and go to the sea to see.

Of course, he went to Canghai, not for anything else, but simply to live for a few more years, many years ago, Chao Qingqiu came to Beihai to see him, looking at him like this, he didn't do anything, just asked something, and then left, but at that time, he already felt that Meng Jin was an old dog.

With such a body of cultivation, but only thinking about living and not wanting to do anything else, this is naturally just an old dog.

Meng Jin stood with his sword raised, looked at the saint in front of him, and was silent.

It doesn't matter who he is, what matters is what he comes to do.

Zhao Sheng looked at Meng Jin and said calmly: "Meng Jin, if you don't do a good Sword Mountain Sect, you have to live like an old dog in Beihai, what are you trying to do?"

Meng Jin didn't speak, he just looked at the old man with the hanging sword in the distance, and then said: "What about being an old dog, you won't become a lackey." ”

Old dogs and lackeys are both dogs, but the difference is huge.

The lackey has to be driven by people, he has to do a lot of things for his master, he works hard and complains, he can only wag his tail and beg for mercy, but the old dog can live peacefully, even if he is not liked, but he can always live safely, Meng Jin is willing to be an old dog, but he doesn't like to be a lackey, especially a sage's lackey, that may be the most unacceptable thing in his life except for death.

Zhao Sheng said: "If you don't be a lackey, you can only be a dead dog, I know you know how to choose." ”

Meng Jin was holding a sword, standing on the seashore, there was a sea breeze blowing his hair, he looked at this saint, his expression was a little strange, and then he became a little resolute, he looked at this saint and said: "I don't want to be a lackey, and I don't want to be a dead dog, but I like to be an old dog the most, today Zhao Shengren wants me to be a lackey, I naturally won't agree so easily, I want to see if my sword can make Zhao Shengren change his mind." ”

Now, Meng Jin naturally knows the identity of this saint.

Zhao Sheng looked at Meng Jin, his eyes were extremely indifferent, "The ant raised his sword to the sky, I don't know what the meaning is, even if you are half a step into the sea, you are just a big ant, how can you have a half-point chance of winning?"

Meng Jin smiled slightly, "Since Sage Zhao needs me to be a lackey, then naturally he won't think of turning me into a dead dog so quickly, so why not take this opportunity to fight." ”

Even though Meng Jin has been an old dog for many years, he is still a rare smart person in the world, and he has insight into the situation, this kind of thing has never been a difficult thing.

Zhao Sheng didn't speak anymore, just looked at Meng Jin indifferently.

Meng Jin carried the sword, his momentum continued to rise, and soon he reached the peak, countless sword qi surrounded him, in his eyes was the sword intent was constantly born and destroyed, the sword in the world, except for the two sword immortals, Meng Jin wants to say that he is the second person, no one should dare to say that he is the first, even if it is Chao Fengchen, there is Chao Qingqiu's kendo cognition, but in the realm of ascending the tower, he is still not Meng Jin's opponent.

After Meng Jin's sword qi reached its peak, he quickly handed out a sword, and when this sword was handed out, the entire seaside was full of sword light, and the seaside that had just been calm became turbulent again from now on.

And that's not all.

This surprised the old man with the hanging sword, who had been sitting on the beach for a long time.

Countless sword qi rolled into the sea, forming a huge water dragon to attack Zhao Sheng, Meng Jin's sword, among the sword paths in the world, there was no second sword that could match it.

Countless violent sword qi were born here, and countless violent sword intents appeared here, but when they rolled towards Zhao Sheng, who was standing on the coast, there was still something missing.

Zhao Sheng looked at the seaside, and then just pointed out.

A golden light departed from his fingers, and soon fell into the seawater, and even if the water dragon shattered, countless sword qi sprinkled on the ground, as if countless swords had been shattered.

Meng Jin watched the sword die with an expressionless face, and didn't say anything more.

Ren you are the most powerful Tianjiao in the world, let you be the most powerful swordsman in this world, but when facing the saints above the clouds, there is no way.

That's what it is, a fact that can't be changed.

Meng Jin calmly accepted this fact.

He stood by the sea, there was no expression on his old face, he couldn't kill people, he couldn't kill saints, this kind of thing was very normal, he didn't care too much, but he was a little surprised, it turned out that he was between the saints, it seemed that there was one step left, but in fact, there were still thousands of steps to go.

It was only at this time that he knew how ridiculous the so-called half-step sea was.

After Zhao Sheng pointed a finger, he ended the battle, he looked at Meng Jin, and said indifferently: "Now it's time to tell me whether to be a dead dog or a lackey." ”

Meng Jin said calmly: "What do you want me to do?"

When someone comes to him, naturally he can't do what other people can do, what he has to do can only be done by him Meng Jin.

Zhao Sheng said indifferently: "Chao Qingqiu is gone, Jianshan is now a young man in charge, I think you should go and get back what belongs to you." ”

Meng Jin raised his eyes, a little wooden, he was the head of the Sword Mountain back then, if he hadn't thought about it later to see what the sea was, he wouldn't have left the Sword Mountain, he wouldn't have given up the position of the Sword Mountain Sect, and he wouldn't have become such an old dog, after he looked at the Canghai Sea, Meng Jin's only goal in this life was to live for a long time, so he didn't care about anything other than being alive for so many years in Beihai, but now someone wants him to care.

Someone wants him to go back to Sword Mountain and be the Sword Mountain Master who he doesn't find interesting.

Meng Jin looked at this saint and frowned, "You want me to be the one who will leave an infamy for eternity." ”

Zhao Sheng looked at him and didn't speak, this is the matter, whether there will be infamy through the ages, whether he can be regarded as a swordsman anymore, is not what Zhao Sheng cares about, this saint, looking at Meng Jin in front of him, there is only one question, do you do it or not.

If you do this, you will live, and if you don't do this, you will have to die.

It's a very simple thing.

Meng Jin asked: "Xu Lin handed over the Sword Mountain Sect to Wu Shanhe, he is justified, what am I going to fight for?"

Zhao Sheng didn't speak, a long time ago, Daomen had planned to use Bai Weng to disturb Jianshan, but Bai Weng was not a person from Jianshan, and the realm of Kendo was not so subtle, so in the end he could only be defeated under the Shengjing sword, but Meng Jin was different, he was the former head of Jianshan, and he was the master of the ancestor Xu Lian, and the whole person's generation is incomparable to all swordsmen today.

Therefore, if he wants to be the head of Sword Mountain, he should at least look much more suitable than Wu Shanhe, and it is easy to explain why he didn't appear before.

Anyway, as soon as Meng Jin appeared in Sword Mountain, he would show a thriving Sword Mountain, and even the swordsman lineage would become a little different.

This was an unusually hard blow to the swordsman.

Meng Jin looked into the distance and said with some tiredness, "Do I still have a choice?"

"Since you don't want to die, you don't have a choice. ”

As Zhao Sheng spoke, the whole person walked towards the sky, and soon only a back was left.

Meng Jin turned his head, looked at the old man with the hanging sword on the beach, and laughed at himself: "Now you and I are lackeys. ”

The sound is incomparable.