Chapter 3: The Legend of the Immortal

The whole place was silent!

A series of surprised eyes converged on Zhang Yun on the high platform.

"Zhang Yun, you also accept this, are you crazy?"

Meng Zhong couldn't help but speak.

Zhang Yun ignored him, just looked at Xu Ming calmly below, "Are you willing to worship me as your master?"

Xu Ming woke up after hearing this, and said without hesitation: "I do!"

"Okay! From today on, you are my disciple of Zhang Yun!!"

Zhang Yun smiled.

"I object!"

But at this time, Meng Zhong's shout rang out next to him.

Zhang Yun frowned.

"Master, I request to cancel Zhang Yun's qualification to accept disciples!"

Meng Zhong faced the Master of Lingxian Sect and said: "Although he is the ninth elder, Zhang Yun has never accepted a disciple and has no vision. Now he wants to accept this kind of useless person into the sect, wasting our resources. I strongly suggest that he be disqualified from accepting disciples!"

"Useless person? Haha..."

Hearing this, Zhang Yun couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

Meng Zhong frowned.

"I laugh at your ignorance!"

Zhang Yun coldly rebuked: "If he is a useless person in your eyes, then he is a useless person? Don't be so self-righteous! In my opinion, Xu Ming is not a useless person, but a genius!"

"Genius?"

When this was said, not only Meng Zhong, but everyone present was stunned.

Xu Ming is a genius?

"Hahahaha..."

As if he heard a big joke, Meng Zhong couldn't help laughing, "Zhang Yun, I think you have practiced too much and made yourself stupid, right? Such an obvious useless person with residual spiritual roots, you call him a genius?"

As he said, Meng Zhong suddenly thought of something and smiled, "How about this, since you think he is a genius, why don't we compete?"

"Compare?"

Zhang Yun was stunned, "What do you want to compete?"

"Compare disciples, and by the way, compete our ability to guide as masters!"

Meng Zhong spoke lightly, his eyes swept around the venue, Finally, they locked onto two one-meter bluestones in the martial arts performance area: "Let's use these two martial arts performance stones to compete. You teach your 'genius' disciple, and I won't bully you. I will teach my new disciple Nie Zhi, who has low-grade spiritual roots."

"We will each give some guidance to our own disciples. After our guidance, whoever's disciple can bring greater damage to the martial arts performance stone will be the winner! If you win, I will recognize your disciple as a genius and recognize your qualification to accept disciples. But if you lose, I will cancel your qualification to accept disciples. Do you dare to compete?"

"This..."

Zhang Yun frowned.

"Why, you don't dare?"

Meng Zhong sneered, "If you don't dare, then admit that you have no vision and go back to the ninth peak!"

"Why don't you dare!"

Zhang Yun said lightly, "I just think it's unfair!"

"Unfair?"

Meng Zhong was stunned.

Zhang Yun said: "According to what you said, if I lose, I will completely lose the qualification to accept disciples. If I win, you actually don't have to pay anything. Tenth Elder, don't you think you are getting something for nothing?"

Meng Zhong frowned, "Then what do you want?"

"It's very simple. If I win..."

Zhang Yun thought for a while and raised a finger: "Ten thousand spirit stones. If I win, you pay me ten thousand spirit stones as compensation for slandering me!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was silent.

Spirit stones are the currency between cultivators in the Immortal Dao Continent, and they are also the most important cultivation resources.

Ten thousand spirit stones, this is not a small number.

Even as an elder of the Lingxian Sect, the offerings he can get in a year are only two thousand spirit stones, which is equivalent to the offerings of an elder for five years.

"Zhang Yun, you are crazy about spirit stones!"

Meng Zhong said in a deep voice.

"Why, you don't dare?"

Zhang Yun chuckled.

"You..."

Seeing that he actually used his own words to answer him, Meng Zhong was annoyed, but soon he snorted coldly: "Zhang Yun, you want to escape in this way? Impossible! Today, I, Meng Zhong, will expose the true face of you, a waste! Ten thousand spirit stones, I agree!!"

"Nie Zhi, step out!"

He looked down.

Below, Nie Zhi immediately walked out with a confident smile on his lips.

Compared with other people, he would be a little scared. But compared with Xu Ming, a useless man, he still has great confidence!

Meng Zhong also sneered at Zhang Yun.

He just wanted to use the disciple that the latter chose but was snatched away by him to make the latter feel ashamed!

"Nie Zhi, pick a weapon you like best from the weapon rack, and then use your best fighting skills to attack the martial arts stone!"

Hearing this, Nie Zhi below nodded, and immediately took a long sword from the weapon rack in the venue and held it in his hand.

"Master, the fighting skill I'm going to perform is called Spiritual Sword Technique!"

Nie Zhi walked to the martial arts performance area with a sword in hand, and then he started to perform a set of sword techniques.

"Hah!"

When the sword technique reached the critical moment, Nie Zhi's eyes condensed, and he shouted and chopped heavily on a martial arts performance stone with his sword.

Chih-chih...

With a burst of sparks, a scratch about the thickness of a fingernail appeared on the martial arts stone.

Meng Zhong looked at him and nodded slightly, and began to talk: "Nie Zhi, your set of spiritual sword techniques has been seen by your master. The application is OK, but the steps are a bit redundant. This spiritual sword technique does not pursue fancy. The few dances you danced before seem to be paving the way for the strongest sword, but in fact they are fancy. The best way is...

The first sword adapts to the strength of the hand. While accumulating power for the second sword, use your right hand to move the handle of the sword to your left hand, and then hold the handle of the sword with both hands together to cut the third sword together!"

While Meng Zhong was talking, the hands also demonstrated it personally, "Only in this way can the most powerful sword be cut!"

"Disciple understands!"

Nie Zhi's eyes lit up.

Immediately, according to what Meng Zhong said, he cut the first, second, and third swords with both hands together and slashed at the martial arts stone with all his strength.

Snap!

A crisp sound.

The sword cut off countless stone chips from the martial arts stone, and a sword mark as thick as an arm appeared on the martial arts stone.

Wow!

There was a cry of surprise in the venue.

If the sword just now was used to test the martial arts stone, then this sword was simply destroying the martial arts stone.

If it was cut a few more times, the martial arts stone would not be able to withstand it.

The power has at least increased several times!

Many boys and girls looked at Meng Zhong with respect.

This tenth elder is really capable!

Meng Zhong enjoyed this kind of look and glanced at the side proudly, "Zhang Yun, it's your turn!"

"Ah..."

Zhang Yun suddenly sighed.

Meng Zhong was startled, then reacted and smiled contemptuously, "Why, you know it's not possible. Are you going to admit defeat?"

"You are seriously delusional!"

Zhang Yun rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly, saying, "I'm just sighing, it's a pity that Nie Zhi became your disciple. He probably didn't even use 50% of his full strength, alas..."

"50%? Haha..."

Meng Zhong laughed angrily and looked at Zhang Yun coldly, "This elder wants to see how you make your useless disciple use all his strength!"

Zhang Yun didn't say much, and jumped down from the high platform and came to the weapon rack in the venue...

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