In the Tianquan Sect, all the disciples were discussing the duel between Su Pingling and Guan Qingman just now, how could that duel be described as wonderful! The sword that Su Pingling used at the end was shocking, and everyone in the audience shouted Su Pingling's name. This sword not only made Su Pingling famous, but also made all the disciples of Shouchang Zhenren's sect lose face.

"Ling'er, it's a competition between Meng Yifan and Dong Wen in a while, who do you think the two of them will win. Li Yichen asked casually.

"It should be Meng Yifan, although Dong Wen is not weak, there is still a gap between him and Meng Yifan. Su Pingling thought for a moment and replied.

"Is this competition just for the purpose of selecting disciples to participate in the Seven Sects' Treatises? There is no reward, alas! The sect is too close!" Gao Fu muttered dissatisfiedly.

Wei Fang patted Gao Fu on the shoulder, "Whether there is a reward or not, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you! Didn't you lose in the first round!"

Gao Fu opened Wei Fang's hand on his shoulder, and argued: "I'm also thinking about you too, okay! You work hard to get the first place, and then the sect doesn't have any rewards, continue to take you to participate in the Seven Sects Treatise, and after fighting with the people of your own sect, you will go to fight with the people of other sects, thank you!"

Su Pingling laughed out loud when he heard what Gao Fu said, "Why are you so powerful, fat man! How could the sect do those things, as long as it is a disciple who goes to participate in the Seven Sects' Treatise, the sect will allow that disciple to go to the first to sixth floors of the Sutra Pavilion to choose a book of exercises and a book of martial arts at will! How about it, are you satisfied with this reward?"

"Pick at will?!satisfied!so satisfied!" Gao Fu nodded hurriedly.

"Hmph! It's not your share to be satisfied, who let you lose as soon as you come up!" Su Pingling said mercilessly.

"Senior Sister Su, is it really an arbitrary choice?!Is it okay to use the Tiangang Sword Technique?" Wei Fang asked in surprise.

Su Pingling shook his head and said to Wei Fang: "First, the Tiangang Sword Technique is not in the Tianquan Sect at all, if you want to learn the Tiangang Sword Technique, you must go to the Tianshu Sect to have it, if you can shine in the Seven Sects, you may have the opportunity to come into contact with it, and second, even if there is one in the Tianquan Sect, that level of the Sword Technique must be at the ninth layer, and each level of the Scripture Pavilion will be more precious than the martial arts, even if you win, you can only choose from one to six layers." ”

"If you shine in the Seven Sects, you will have the opportunity to learn the Tiangang Sword Technique?!" Li Yichen and Wei Fang asked in surprise at the same time.

Su Pingling was taken aback by the reaction of the two, and nodded stunnedly, "It should be, anyway, it was because of the participation in the Seven Sects of the Dharma and then the strength of all the geniuses of the year that the head of the Dao Sect at that time allowed the master to participate in the Tiangang Sword Technique." ”

The two glanced at each other, and they both saw the desire for Tiangang's swordsmanship in each other's eyes. Gao Fu on the side was insensitive, no matter how powerful Tiangang's swordsmanship was, it didn't matter to him, not to mention that it was so rare, even if it was placed in front of him, he would not necessarily learn it, all the fiery Gao Fu who saw the two of them shrugged his shoulders and asked lightly: "Senior Sister Su, don't pay attention to these two people, why isn't Senior Brother Shijing presiding over the competition today?"

"There are two reasons, the first is because if we can't hold back the duel between us, Senior Brother Shijing's cultivation is not enough to stop us, and the second is because this year's Seven Sects Treatise suddenly added a rule that Daomen disciples over the age of twenty are not allowed to participate! Most of the inner disciples of our Tianquan Sect are over twenty years old, so only four personal disciples and two outer disciples participated in this year's Seven Sects Treatise, and our sect gave up the battle of the inner disciples. Senior Brother Shijing is probably practicing in retreat now, and strive to reach the blood-melting realm as soon as possible so that he can go down the mountain to practice!"

Just when the four of them were chatting, the real person on the stage raised his voice and said: "Daomen Tianquan Sect's personal disciples Meng Yifan and Dong Wen come to the stage to compete!"

The disciples who were discussing in the audience hurriedly restrained the discussion when they heard the voice of Chongfa Zhenren, and looked at the stage with excitement, the competition of the disciples in the first game was so exciting, and this second game must be no worse!

I saw two men walking up on the ring, the one on the left was slender, with clear eyebrows and a gentleman's appearance, while the one on the right was the opposite, burly and short, like a hill!

The elegant gentleman on the left is Meng Yifan, a disciple of the Xuxuan Zhenren, and the burly man on the right is naturally Dong Wen.

Meng Yifan stared at Dong Wen with both eyes, and said lightly: "Senior Brother Dong, admit defeat, your strength is useless to me!"

Dong Wen surprisingly didn't refute, and said with a serious face: "I know that I am not Senior Brother Meng's opponent, but if I give in without a fight, I am afraid that from this kind of demon, my cultivation will stagnate." I hope Senior Brother Meng can do his best to defeat me, and let me know how big the gap between me and Senior Brother Dream is, so that I will have a stronger fighting spirit to practice martial arts!"

Meng Yifan nodded, "What Senior Brother Dong said is reasonable, okay, then I will fulfill Senior Brother Dong!"

Dong Wen nodded solemnly, and shouted, "Break ten thousand laws!" With enough internal strength, the momentum of the whole person reached its peak, and he swung his fist! Dong Wen planned to strike first to gain the upper hand, and the power contained in that punch was unimaginable to ordinary people!

Meng Yifan closed his eyes tightly, and said a sentence in his mouth: "Soul haunting dreams!" suddenly opened his eyes, just in front of Dong Wen's eyes! Dong Wenwen is momentum was like a rainbow of blows, suddenly like a deflated ball, his eyes were dull, and the fist that was originally full of strength was stuck in the air and became weak.

Looking at Dong Wen on the stage, who was like a walking corpse, the disciples watching the battle in the audience continued to exclaim one after another.

"Senior Brother Dong, what's wrong?!Why is your expression so sluggish!"

"Is it unwell?"

"No, it seems to be caused by Senior Brother Meng's exercises!"

Li Yichen and the others were also surprised, Dong Wen, who was still surging just now, became like a puppet in an instant, silent. The three of them unanimously looked at Su Pingling, Su Pingling spread his hands and said: "This is the cultivation method of the Xuxuan real person, a dream for a thousand years!" This exercise is to create a world in your consciousness, those who are not strong will instantly fall into this world and forget the real world where the body is located, Dong Wen is completely falling into the world created by Meng Yifan at this moment, but it is not that Dong Wen is not determined, but the gap between the two martial arts cultivation is too big, I heard that Meng Yifan has already cast the first bone, and Dong Wen has not even completed the creation of the Dan realm, the difference between the two is a big realm and a small realm, naturally the situation in front of them. ”

Gao Fu looked at the two people on the stage and muttered, "This is too terrible, how can you fight this!"

Li Yichen shook his head and said slowly: "Ling'er just said, if you want to have this effect, you must have a huge gap in cultivation, if you meet such an opponent, no matter what kind of exercises he uses, isn't it you who loses in the end, what's the difference?"

"Uh.... There is some truth in what you said! It's just that how do you look at this exercise, how do you feel that it is frightening, at this time, if Meng Yifan goes over and gently pushes him, won't he win! Dong Wen has no power to fight back at all!" Gao Fu said with an ugly face.

I don't know if it was Gao Fu's crow's mouth or Meng Yifan's original plan, Meng Yifan on the stage walked slowly towards Dong Wen, who had a dull-eyed smile, and slapped Dong Wen's shoulder! Just when Meng Yifan's palm was about to hit Dong Wen's shoulder, Dong Wen's eyes, who had been like a walking corpse, actually regained their brightness, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, it was a smile that had succeeded in conspiracy!

Meng Yifan was horrified in his heart, but he couldn't get back the chapter he had played, because he felt Dong Wen's right hand like an iron hoop grabbing his wrist tightly! At this time, Dong Wen's left hand clenched into a fist, and with a burst of fist wind, it blasted towards his face!

It's too late to hide, Meng Yifan is not good at strength, and he will suffer some minor injuries if he blocks hard, he made a decisive decision in his heart, even if he is slightly injured by blood, he must block it! Otherwise, if you eat this punch hard, I am afraid that if you don't die, you will have to peel off your skin! Although Meng Yifan's right arm was grabbed by Dong Wen, his left hand was still there, and he stretched out his left arm to block it in front of him!

"Bang!"

Meng Yifan was blown away by Dong Wen's punch! The disciples watching the battle in the audience were stunned by the scene in front of them, didn't Meng Yifan have the chance to win, why was he blown away by Dong Wen's punch again?!

Meng Yifan stood up panting, his left arm was perpendicular to the ground, and blood was dripping down his fingers from his arm! His left arm was obviously seriously injured, and the power of Dong Wen's punch could be imagined!

"Senior Brother Meng, can you still fight?" Dong Wen said lightly as he looked at Meng Yifan's embarrassed appearance.

Meng Yifan gasped, stared at Dong Wen and said, "How did you get rid of my haunting dreams? Your dantian is not yet complete, it is impossible to wake up so quickly!"

Dong Wen smiled slightly, stretched out his left arm and pulled up the loose robe, at this time, there was a smell of wine, and there was a blood-red wound on that arm, although the wound was not deep and wrapped in gauze. Meng Yifan frowned and looked at Dong Wen's arm, and said, "What does this wound mean?"

Dong Wen shook his head and said, "The wound is nothing, it's just that there is something strange about this gauze." I cut my arm out of the wound, and then soaked this gauze with wine! This wine flowed down the gauze into my wound, and although it hurt, it can unravel your dreams for a thousand years!"

"What?!You've been enduring that pain since you came on stage?" Meng Yifan asked in surprise.

"If you can't bear this pain, what kind of martial arts can you talk about!" Dong Wen said lightly.