The robe sword master said this very loudly.

This also attracted people around them to join in. They muttered and asked each other about what had happened.

"Which disciple is this that has annoyed Elder Cheng. Elder Cheng is going to teach this kid a lesson by himself!" An obese man said gloatingly, holding a long broom in his hand.

Several women in gorgeously dressed palace clothes walked over slowly. They looked at Zhu Minglang curiously, asked the fat disciple holding a broom and said, "Is there something happened?"

"It seems that this kid who came from somewhere. He was very arrogant and provoked the members of the Sikong clan and was very cruel. Elder Cheng couldn't stand it, so he wanted to teach this kid a lesson." The fat disciple said.

"That's how he's going to suffer." The women in the palace dress laughed and stood aside to watch the fun.

...

More and more people are. After all, Sikong Cheng is a sword god. All the swordsmen who practice here naturally want to observe his superb sword skills.

Sikong Cheng frowned.

In fact, he didn't want this to make a big deal. After all, a teacher like him is indecent to attack a young man who is obviously a junior, and it is not good to spread it.

Therefore, Sikong Cheng planned to fight and decide quickly.

Sikong Cheng glanced at Sikong Bin who was being helped aside and was still slowly flowing from his chest.

"Even if your cultivation is higher than him, you shouldn't bully like this. I'll let you taste the feeling of being cut by a sword in your chest. I hope you can have a memory in the future!" Sikong Cheng said, four long swords of different colors appeared on both sides of him.

Sikong Cheng randomly chose an ancient blue sword and then slowly accumulated energy!

"Swish!!!!"

Sikong Cheng suddenly took action, and a sharp blue sword wave seemed to tear the space into two halves, slashing towards Zhu Minglang's chest at an extremely fast speed.

Zhu Minglang raised his sword with his backhand and also drew a moon arc sword. The dark red sword bird was like the red moonlight, which was rapid and powerful. It directly shattered Sikong Cheng's blue sword wave and continued to fly towards Sikong Cheng's body.

Sikong Cheng was shocked and hurriedly raised his sword to fight back.

"clang!!!!!!!"

Sikong Cheng's body slid back for a long time, and the soles of the shoes were almost worn out.

He looked at the blue ancient sword in his hand in surprise. The ancient sword was covered with cracks. With Sikong Cheng's move, the blue ancient sword instantly shattered, turning into hundreds of pieces of broken iron scattered on the ground!

"Aren't you going to scold me? Come and get another sword." Zhu Minglang said.

As he said that, Zhu Minglang took a slow step forward. During the slow step, he also raised his hand slowly. As soon as he raised his hand, the Red Moon Sword Hong formed, and blew towards Sikong Cheng with a strong wind.

Sikong Cheng dodged in panic, and he hurriedly summoned out three other swords and selected the toughest white ancient sword from them.

"clang!!!!!!"

With the white ancient sword, he resisted it again. This time, the white ancient sword in his hand flew out directly. The white ancient sword flew out of his hand and then rotated rapidly, and finally pierced into an unmanned mountain. The peak was cut off!

Sikong Cheng's face began to pale. He changed his sword again and chose the Hantan Sword.

When the Hantan Sword danced, you could see a piece of cold water surrounding Sikong Cheng, forming a series of water blossoms like curtains, completely protecting Sikong Cheng.

At this time, Zhu Minglang was still walking forward. He raised his hand again, Zong Yue Chihong attacked, easily tearing the curtain of the cold pond, and broke the chest of Sikong Cheng's robe, revealing Sikong Cheng's chest that had a lot of hair.

"Old Zamao, are you still pretending?" Zhu Minglang asked with a smile.

"You...who are you!" Sikong Cheng realized something was wrong. The boy in front of him was obviously not the kind of self-taught immortal. He was a sword master at the level of a god, but he was powerless to resist such a junior.

What's even more annoying is that when the other party was fighting, it was like a teacher who was teaching his disciples a lesson with willow branches, which made Sikong Cheng lose face. After all, there were more and more people around him!

The fat disciple holding a broom couldn't even close his chin.

Several women in palace clothes also stared at Zhu Minglang in disbelief.

A casual cultivator who came from somewhere could make their sword master so embarrassed with just a few swords?

"Don't be arrogant, I, Yuheng Star Palace, can't you be arrogant!" Sikong Cheng was furious. He finally drew out the last sword. This time he did not face the sword from the air, but stepped forward!

Sikong Cheng was very fast, like a gust of wind blowing.

Zhu Minglang stood there, quietly waiting for his approach.

Draw the sword!

No trace!

"Swish!!!"

The space was briefly twisted, and then I saw Sikong Cheng, who was about to slash, froze there. No matter how hard Sikong Cheng tried, he could no longer chop the sword in his hand. He felt that all the power in his body was pouring out in an instant, and blood flowed from the wound of the sword scar on his chest!

Finally, he slowly fell down, and his whole body was wading back, and his chest was bleeding.

He widened his eyes and looked up at Zhu Minglang in disbelief. When people stand, they often cannot feel the terror of a person. Only when they are knocked down to the ground by the other party and looked up at the other party's cold and disdainful face on the ground can they truly realize that the gap between them and their opponent is in this situation. As long as the other party raises his foot a little, he can step on his cheek and ravage it casually!

The female sword cultivator who was treating Sikong Bin's wound was also a little stunned.

The wound here has not been bandaged yet, so why did the elder of the sword master fall down, and the exact same injury, how could she, a woman, deal with it!

"It's too much, too much. This guy is here to make trouble and actually hurt our sword training platform's mentor today!!" A sword cultivator said indignantly.

Every day, there will be a sword master on the sword training platform here to supervise it. While urging all the disciples of Xinggong to practice swords, they will also teach them some sword techniques.

Those who are qualified to inspect and supervise sword training here are all famous sword masters in the Star Palace. Sikong Cheng is one of them. Usually, he inspects and supervises here at the beginning of the month. But he knew that as a mentor, the Sword God, was easily defeated!

"Who is causing trouble at Xinggong Sword Platform?" At the jade peak of the sacred mountain in the air, a somewhat charming swordsman flew over with a golden sword.

At first, Zhu Minglang thought he was a female swordsman, but when the other party got closer, Zhu Minglang realized that this was a man with an overly charming temperament. He drew his eyebrows, lip, wore jade earrings, and even his clothes were bright red and purple.

This person also had sandpaper on his forehead, but it was vermilion, which made his already negative outfit even more charming!

"Provoke trouble... OK, okay, it's me who is provoking trouble. I'll give you another last chance. If Meng Bingci doesn't come out to see me, I will demolish your star palace!" Zhu Minglang said.

"Who are you? What kind of grudges do you have with us Meng Zun?" asked the man with the evil metallurgical sword.

"Hmph, grudges, this is a long story. For the sake of her own cultivation, she cruelly abandoned her husband and the young child with beautiful eyes. Now this beautiful child has grown up and has learned a great martial arts. She came to ask her for an explanation, and she must let her know how unparalleled the person she abandoned back then!" Zhu Minglang pointed at the man with the demonic metallurgical sword.

As soon as these words were spoken, they caused a stir.

There are already many disciples from the Yuheng Star Palace on the sword platform, including several sword cultivators from the Yuheng Star Palace. They are standing on the high jade peak and watching here.

"Meng Zun actually has a family?"

"I didn't expect Meng Zun to have such a past."

"The annual bloody drama, our Yuheng Star Palace hasn't had such human ethics for a long time."

"Come on, the melon I just picked is so exciting!"

Countless people began to discuss, and things quickly spread to Yuhan Palace in Yuheng Star Palace.

As the most popular figure in the Yuheng Star Palace in the past one or two years, there is such a big gossip. While everyone showed a shocked expression, they turned their heads and ran to tell the person they are most familiar with, so that they could see the other person’s expressions like them!

...

The man with a demonic metallurgical sword examined Zhu Minglang.

After a long time, he said coldly: "What do you mean is that Meng Zun had a hair tied to you in the mortal world?"

"..." Zhu Minglang was speechless.

What kind of reading comprehension is this guy?

Is it bad mind? Didn’t I hear that the person who has grown up and has become unparalleled is the protagonist of the trouble today?

"He...he said he was the son of Meng Zun." At this time, the female disciple who bandaged the wound whispered to correct her.

"Fellow Taoist, do you know what price you have to pay for these words? As the head of the divine in our Yuheng Star Palace, Meng Zun's reputation and dignity are never allowed to be violated by anyone!" said the man of the demonic metallurgical sword.

"Why can't you believe what I'm telling is the truth?" Zhu Minglang said helplessly.

"Because this is impossible to be a fact, the Jade Immortal will never marry a mortal, and it is even more impossible to have a child with a mortal!" The man with demonic metallurgical sword said with extraordinary affirmation.

"Wait a minute, you just said the head of God... I'm looking for Meng Bingci, not your head of God. Your head of God is not that cheap Lv Wu... that sword immortal?" Zhu Minglang said.

"You are talking about our Meng Zun, and our new godhead. If you get your name wrong or have someone with the same name, everything will be fine. Of course, if you hurt someone, we will not let you go!" said the charming man of Jin Jian.

"Where is Lu Wu? Isn't your god's head Lu Wu?" Zhu Minglang asked in confusion.
Chapter completed!