C22 The Battle of the Golden Arrows

Meng Ting, Meng Ren, and the rest of the upper echelons of Meng Family were sitting at the top of the dojo.

This was a very important event for the Meng Family. Even many of Meng Yu's old men, who rarely came out, were sitting on top of the martial arena, watching the show.

Meng Yu wore a Blue Snake Sword on his waist, and his eyes were as bright as the stars. Under everyone's gaze, he passed through a row of people and arrived at the main platform.

Meng Yang was one step ahead of him, and he was standing on the right side of the platform.

"Uncle, Third Uncle."

"Eldest aunt, Duke Fifth Uncle, sixth uncle..."

Meng Yu bowed to the elders on the platform one by one.

Those elders watched Meng Yu and the others grow up and immediately pulled Meng Yu along to say a few words. Some of them even said that they didn't expect this kid to grow up so high.

Meng Yu bowed to the elders one by one, then walked down and stood to the left, facing Meng Yang.

Meng Yang was confident. It could be seen that he came prepared.

"Alright."

Meng Ting stood up and bowed to the group of old men behind him.

When he turned around, that imposing manner caused the somewhat noisy dojo to instantly quieten down!

He looked at everyone and said, "Today is the day Meng Yang challenges Young Lord, Meng Yu, to fight for the golden arrow. The winner will be Young Lord."

"The rules are very simple. In the arena in front of us, the two of them will rely on their own abilities. As long as they defeat their opponent, or if their opponent admits defeat, they will win."

After saying that, Meng Ting looked at Meng Yu and Meng Yang. He raised his voice and said in a serious tone, "You are brothers. You can't harm each other because of Young Lord's fight. You must not do anything in a fight! "

"If anyone tries to harm the other party's life, even if he wins, I will not pass the position of Young Lord to him. Do you understand?"

Meng Yu nodded.

Meng Yang gave a simple and honest smile, "Elder Brother Meng Yu, you are not my opponent. I really do not want to fight you. Saber and sword have no eyes. I am really afraid that I will accidentally hurt you later."

Hearing this, Meng Yu's heart skipped a beat. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Meng Yang, thinking that he should really be careful. This person was a hypocrite. It wouldn't be surprising if he had some despicable means to deal with him.

Meng Ting said that the battle would begin, then sat back down on his chair.

There was a huge square arena made of stone about 30 meters in front of him. It was about 30 meters tall.

Meng Yang jumped up and landed firmly in the middle of the arena like a big bird.

"So beautiful!"

"There are about thirty meters here. Meng Yang can cross it with a light leap. Even a Fetal Origin Stage warrior can't do that! Amazing!"

"Your movement skill is not bad!"

"Young master Meng Yang, you can do it!"

The Descendant of Meng Family who wanted to suck up to Meng Yang started to brag.

The other Descendant of Meng Family and Domestic Servant also applauded. Meng Yang's leap had won a lot of attention.

Meng Yu smiled faintly and walked over calmly.

The reason why he chose to walk over was that since Meng Yang had shown his skills, Meng Yu thought that it would be a little difficult for him to jump 30 meters and still act so casually.

Therefore, he did not want to make a fool of himself.

In any case, the rules did not say that walking was not allowed on the arena.

"Meng Yu, jump over too!"

"What a waste of time. Really. "

"He can't defeat Meng Yang."

..." That's right. He might as well admit defeat in advance. "

...

The Descendant of Meng Family who were trying to curry favor with Meng Yang clamored and pointed at Meng Yu.

Meng Yu couldn't be bothered with these people.

He walked slowly, but it only took him twenty to thirty breaths' time. Meng Yu had already arrived in front of the arena and climbed up the stairs step by step.

Some of the Descendant of Meng Family saw that Meng Yu didn't dare to jump down the arena. They all sneered at him.

Meng Yu walked to the opposite side of Meng Yang. The latter was getting impatient from waiting. He pulled out a long knife and said, "Let's start quickly."

"Come." Meng Yu replied calmly.

Just as he was about to draw his sword, Meng Yu suddenly saw a few falling flowers in the wind.

The red flowers were even more dazzling under the sunlight.

"Hmm?"

"Could it be that... Is this how the Sword-style came about?"

He stared at the falling petals, as if he had realized something.

Meng Yang saw that Meng Yu didn't even take out his sword and looked down on him. He let out a dissatisfied snort.

"Meng Yu, if you admit defeat to me now, you still have time. If you fight, not only will you lose face, you will also suffer a lot."

Meng Yang wasn't in a hurry anymore. He intentionally teased Meng Yu and said.

"It's fine. You just need to fight." Meng Yu said, his eyes still fixed on the few falling flowers. They drifted along with the wind and didn't fall.

Seeing that Meng Yu did not put him in his heart, Meng Yang finally became angry. He waved his long blade and quickly chopped towards Meng Yu's head.

Meng Yu, who was looking at the falling flowers, felt the danger and quickly dodged. Meng Yang once again used his long blade to slash at Meng Yu's left leg.

Below the arena.

"What's going on? Meng Yu isn't using his sword anymore?"

"Is Meng Yu breaking the pot?"

" Hey, did you see that? He even closed his eyes! "

"What is he doing?"

When the family disciples saw the strange scene on the arena, they were extremely shocked.

Not only did Meng Yu not draw his sword, he even closed his eyes.

However, this was not because Meng Yu wanted to show off or look down on Meng Yang, but because he seemed to have realized something. At this moment, he released the Spiritual Consciousness to sense Meng Yang's fierce moves.

His Spiritual Consciousness could feel the movement of more than one meter around him. Every time Meng Yang slashed, cut, and cut, it was all within his senses.

So even if he closed his eyes, he could still deal with it calmly.

After twenty to thirty moves, everyone under the arena finally saw clearly that Meng Yu was not as vulnerable as they looked!

"Meng Yu is actually at the fifth level of the Body-refining Stage?"

"I also noticed it! No wonder he underestimated his opponent."

"What martial skill is this? What an elegant footwork! Meng Yang simply can't touch Meng Yu's routine!"

They were all discussing as they watched.

They continued to fight for a while.

"Did you guys see that? I think Meng Yu learned a set of footwork somewhere, which allowed him to dodge attacks nimbly. Although he can dodge Meng Yang's attacks, he doesn't have the strength to challenge Meng Yang. "

" Yeah, footwork like this usually consumes a lot of Yuan energy. Meng Yu won't be able to hold on for long!"

"Meng Yang hasn't used the martial skill he learned yet. Once he uses it, with Meng Yang's Body-refining Stage Seventh Level Cultivation Level and Meng Yu consuming a large amount of Yuan energy, he definitely won't be able to defeat Meng Yang!"

" Ah, look! Meng Yang has used his martial skill!"

On the arena, Meng Yang felt extremely humiliated when he was looked down upon by Meng Yu.

His blade did not even touch Meng Yu's clothes, let alone his body.

Many a time, even though his knife was about to hit his opponent's body, Meng Yu could always avoid it at the right time.

Meng Yang could not attack for a long time, so he did not have much patience. With a bang, his long blade was covered with many red flames.

Even his body was surrounded by many red flames.

There was a constant hissing sound in the air!

"Divine Fire Art!"

Meng Yang let out a long roar, and the speed of his long blade instantly became much faster.

Meng Yu finally opened his eyes, and with a clang, the Blue Snake Sword came out of its sheath.

At this moment, the few falling flowers had already been blown far away by the wind.

Seeing Meng Yu finally take out his sword, Meng Yang revealed a proud smile.

He had put in a lot of hard work in the Divine Fire Art. Meng Yang was confident that someone at Meng Yu's level could kill him in one move!

"Not bad. Only a blade like this is worthy of my Blue Snake Sword!"

However, while he was feeling proud, Meng Yu's light words could not help but strike Meng Yang's confidence, which had just risen.

"Divine Fire Art: Boundless Flame Dance!"

Meng Yang's blade instantly turned into a red flaming snake, wreaking havoc by Meng Yu's side.

This was a cultivation method that only the disciples of the Divine Pill Sect who were highly regarded could practice. In order to refine medicine, one must use fire. The fire that he cultivated was the most able to grasp that trace of Pills's meaning, and it would be easier to control the heat.

In an instant, Meng Yu's thin and weak body seemed to be swallowed by the sea of fire that filled the sky!

When they saw this, the audience below the stage could not help but let out thunder-like cheers!

At the same time that they sympathized with Meng Yu, they shouted loudly for Meng Yang to cheer! Meng Yang is my Meng Family's Young Lord!

In the eyes of the disciples, only someone with Meng Yang's talent and strength was worthy of being their Young Lord!

Even the higher ups of Meng Family on the main platform were delighted to see Meng Yang's performance.

"Big sister, I never thought that after so many years, our Meng Family has finally produced a young man with great potential!"

The bald Fifth Uncle said to an old lady in red who was standing beside him.

"Fifth Brother, Meng Yang's Boundless Flame Dance has reached seventy to eighty percent completion. And he's only fifteen years old. His future achievements are limitless!"

"It seems like the revival of our Meng Family will fall on Meng Yang's shoulders!"

Third Great Uncle laughed happily.

Only Meng Ting and Meng Ren looked anxious. They were afraid that Meng Yang would hurt Meng Yu.

On the arena, Meng Yang attacked wave after wave, but he still couldn't knock Meng Yu down.

In the raging flames, there was always a silver blade that flashed with a cold light from time to time, announcing its existence.

"Meng Yu, I didn't think that you could still hold on until now. However, I won't give you another chance! Look at my ultimate skill!"

" Divine Fire Art: Fire Incineration! "

"Meng Yu, die!"

Meng Yang shouted. His small face became ferocious. That long blade instantly erupted with a huge amount of energy. Together with the fire snakes that filled the sky, they all attacked Meng Yu.