"I don't want to hear any secrets."

Although Li Yunsheng always looks calm and gentle, he will still remember the revenge he should remember. Although Meng Zhi's punch was to test the ability of the Qiankun armor, he would always feel embarrassed if he fell so embarrassed. He was not slapped in his left face and would be beaten to the Bodhisattva in his right face. Now he is ready to ask for it back with all his money and interests.

"You want to know, you must want to know. This secret is about the survival of ten states, and whoever knows can survive!"

Seeing that Li Yunsheng's fist was about to fall down again, Meng Zhi shouted in horror as the power accumulated on Qiankun's armor was about to reach its limit.

"explain."

Li Yunsheng was stunned when he heard this, and then lowered his fist.

"Master, please help me put my feet down first. I'll take a breath and take a breath, I can't run away."

Meng Zhi continued to beg for mercy.

Seeing that he was about to die, Li Yunsheng didn't think much about it and took his feet off.

But who knew that he had moved his feet away. Meng Zhi suddenly raised his hand and pressed his waist suddenly, and the Qiankun Xuan Iron Armor suddenly exploded from him.

Although Li Yunsheng quickly avoided with his walking cloud step, when he looked over again, Meng Zhi was gone, leaving only the Qiankun Xuan Iron Armor scattered all over the ground.

"Boy, you're still too tender, hahaha... cough cough..."

Meng Zhi's voice suddenly came from Wuliang Mountain not far away. At this time, the tortoise shell array around Wuliang Mountain had already lit up, and it looked like a huge turtle shell that looked like a shadow.

"No matter how strong your fist is, how can you stand with me in the tortoise shell formation?"

A scene that the disciples of Wuliang Mountain were very familiar with many years ago has reappeared again at this moment.

Li Yunsheng ignored Meng Zhi's clamor.

"You should be able to use this armor, please put it away."

He fell back to the ground, and Xuanyuan Luanlong in the mask reminded him.

He responded secretly, walked forward a few steps, raised his hand to put all the armor into Qiankun bag, and then looked at the side of Wuliang Mountain.

"Is the secret you just mentioned true or false?"

He asked Meng Zhi knowingly.

"Of course I'm lying to you, idiot. If I know this secret, it's not the Six Saints but the Three Kings! Hahaha..."

Meng Zhi smiled unrestrainedly, and the scene seemed to be like him who had just won.

Some new disciples lowered their heads in shame at this moment, while some old disciples cheered Meng Zhi with ease.

Li Yunsheng ignored them, but jumped onto the top of the low mountain in front of him, stood on the tip of a pine tree on the top of the mountain, and then looked upwards.

This mountain is the last short mountain in front of Wuliang Mountain. Li Yunsheng's vision is no longer blocked. He can take the majestic mountain in front of him into his eyes as soon as he raises his head.

In front of this giant towering giant shrouded in clouds and mist, Li Yunsheng and the short mountain under him were like a small boat on the wide river. The short mountain was a boat, and he was a passenger on the boat crossing the river.

"I don't care who you are. I am Meng Zhi, the saint of the Immortal Alliance. If you go against me, you will go against the Immortal Alliance. If you know each other, you will retreat quickly. Otherwise, I will not only kill you, but also kill all of your masters."

He raised his hand and used the technique of controlling the sword with his energy to sing a man-high rock to hang him beside him. Then he pressed his palm down, and the rock shot towards Wuliang Mountain like a sharp flying sword with the sound of breaking through the air.

Although it is just an ordinary rock, it is driven by Li Yunsheng with the sword intent of the sandstorm and supplemented by the autumn water sword energy. Its momentum is no less than that of a thunder strike by a cultivator in the Saint Realm.

Seeing the stone flying from Wuliang Mountain, both Meng Zhi and his disciples couldn't help but feel a tightening in their hearts, and a wave of instinctive fear surged from the bottom of their hearts.

Seeing the demon man control a rock at will, he was so powerful, although Meng Zhi had not figured out who this person was, he was already grateful that he could escape back to Wuliang Mountain in time.

When it was about two or three hundred feet away from Wuliang Mountain, only a dull sound of "dong" sounded like a drum beat. The rock that Li Yunsheng commanded hit the tortoise shell formation of Wuliang Mountain. A blue-gray light curtain blocked the rocks in front of the rocks. The tortoise shell pattern on the light curtain appeared like ripples on the water surface. The place hit by the rocks was deeply sunk in, and the tortoise shell pattern was also constantly shattering and repairing.

After a stalemate for a while, the stone controlled by Li Yunsheng was unable to break through the tortoise shell formation and fell into the cliff after exhausting its power.

Seeing the tortoise shell formation defending the demon's attack, Meng Zhi and his disciples finally fell to the ground.

"Just because you want to break my Wuliang Mountain Turtle Shell Formation? It's just a dream!"

Meng Zhizhi shouted at Li Yunsheng with a arrogant look on his face.

"That's right, my Wuliang Mountain Gate turtle shell formation is indestructible and solid!"

"What a demon you are? You want to break my tortoise shell formation and practice for another thousand years."

The disciples also followed suit.

At this moment, even the new disciples who were originally ashamed of Meng Zhi hiding into the mountains began to be excited and joined in cheers and ridicule. At this moment, he truly felt the glory that only disciples of Wuliang Mountain could feel.

Just as the sound of cheering and sarcasm reached its peak, a sudden sound of a long sword unsheathed torn apart the sky. Meng Zhi and his disciples looked in the sound and saw countless sword energy surging towards Wuliang Mountain on the short mountain opposite to Wuliang Mountain like a tide. In this tide-like sword energy, a silver sword light cuts the sight in front of them like a dawn skyline that cuts through day and night.

Also cut were their bodies and the majestic mountain behind them.

In just a moment, the crowd that was still cheering just now fell into silence, and Wuliang Mountain, which was standing in the clouds just now, was cut in half with a sword.

Behind Li Yunsheng, the little disciple of Wuliang Mountain with broken arms looked at the scene in front of him in a daze. Until the sound of Wuliang Mountain collapsed and the crying of the disciples of Wuliang Mountain stopped, he still did not react.

Li Yunsheng, who was holding the amber sword in his hand, felt that he was in very good condition at this time. The sword just now seemed to have reached a tacit understanding with the amber in his hand. His will and his heart seemed to be able to understand the sword. Only Qingyu Zeng Jin had given him this feeling.

But at the same time, he also felt a sense of decisiveness from the amber sword.

"You're not too forced."

He glanced at the amber in his hand.

After breaking the tortoise shell formation and cutting off Wuliang Mountain, Li Yunsheng did not leave, but raised his hand and used the Wuliang Mountain in front of him as a monument, the amber sword as a pen, and the Qiushui sword energy as ink, and engraved a line of words.
Chapter completed!