C23 Who Was More Worthy of the Position of the Young Master

Meng Yu closed his eyes again.

This time, the crowd of disciples below the stage exploded! Even those who were worried about Meng Yu couldn't help but shake their heads.

"Meng Yang has used his ultimate move! Why is Meng Yu still pretending?"

"This time, he will definitely be seriously injured!"

"Maybe he knows that he is no match for us and is willing to give up?"

Many of the disciples seemed to have seen that Meng Yu would be knocked down by Meng Yang in the next moment.

But Meng Yu suddenly moved.

He swung his sword, and the sword shadows struck towards the raging fire snakes.

It was slow, like a falling flower being blown by the spring wind.

It was fluttering.

Many flowers, petals, and so on.

Red, white, blue... petals.

Slowly, they fell from the sky and revealed themselves in the wind.

Each flower petal lightly struck the countless fierce fire snakes.

The raging fire snakes instantly dispersed.

The huge flame that erupted from Meng Yang's long blade was also lightly crushed by a yellow flower petal. With a peng sound, it was as if a huge mountain had collapsed. Between the broken walls, Meng Yu acted as if he didn't hear anything.

"This is the second style of the Illusory Sword Spell: Flowery Dream?"

Meng Yu murmured as he immersed himself in it.

Many of the Descendant of Meng Family were waiting for Meng Yu to be knocked down in an instant. However, when they saw Meng Yu casually neutralizing Meng Yang's killing technique with his Blue Snake Sword, they were stunned.

No one had thought that Meng Yu would be able to counter that incomparably fierce attack!

Even Meng Ting and the others who were sitting on the platform couldn't help but stand up and stare at the scene that had just happened.

The entire scene was deathly silent!

After a long time. Finally, someone reacted.

"This, this is Meng Yu's power?"

"His sword is really... pretty."

"But why didn't he hit Meng Yang? Instead, he was still dancing with his sword?"

Meng Yang's attack had been neutralized by Meng Yu, but his opponent did not take advantage of the situation to chase after him. Instead, his opponent was slashing with his sword.

Although the sword was pretty, it was still able to confuse everyone on the scene.

Meng Ting looked at the young man who was dancing with his sword on the stage. Suddenly, a strange expression appeared on his face.

"Comprehension, this is enlightenment!"

Meng Ting couldn't help but wave his hand and shout excitedly.

"It can't be, right? A sudden enlightenment in battle?"

Everyone opened their mouths wide and looked at the lonely figure on the stage in disbelief.

Some of the girls from the Meng Family, who were older than Meng Yu, looked at him with admiration in their eyes.

In a battle, both sides were like fire and water. They only wanted to kill each other, and wouldn't comprehend anything.

However, there were also some people with extraordinary talent who would suddenly understand something during a battle.

For example, Meng Yu, who was standing in front of him, had comprehended the second style of the Illusory Sword Spell: Flowery Dream.

"I understand."

"The Star Dream is used to attack speed, but the Flowery Dream is used to reduce speed."

"That doesn't sound right. It only means that the Flowery Dream doesn't pursue speed. Fast is good, but slow is fine. The Flowery Dream only focuses the Sword Intent in every move. It can see through the enemy's flaws, and every move it makes must be more precise. Combine the speed, environment, strength, and other factors to deal a fatal blow to the enemy! "

"The essence of the Flowery Dream is to seek precision and 'Silent Falling Flower'. Then, without realizing it, you can kill your way in front of the enemy."

Meng Yu finally understood.

Different from Meng Yu, Meng Yang seemed to have been forgotten by the world in history.

He stood there, his eyes burning with jealousy.

"My father is the patriarch, so I am the only one who can be Young Lord!"

He flipped his hand and took out a black pill and placed it in his palm.

"This is the Five Poison Pill I made. As long as I throw it around his body, the effect of the pill will activate, and his skin will corrode, eventually turning into a skeleton and die!"

"The battle of the Gold Seizing Arrows did not say that poisonous substances could not be used. As long as I throw it at him, I can defeat him, and I have the antidote to protect him from dying. "

"However, the antidote cannot eliminate its toxicity. In other words, if I throw the Five Poison Pill at him, he will become a cripple under my antidote. It's not against the rules that I did not harm his life. Father will pass the position of Young Lord to me! "

Meng Yang saw that Meng Yu was immersed in his sword. The others did not notice him and made up their minds.

He walked slowly towards Meng Yu.

When he was fifteen meters away from Meng Yu, Meng Yang stopped. When he saw Meng Yu still swinging his sword, he stretched out his hand, and the pill was about to be thrown out.

At this moment, Meng Yu, who had been focusing all his attention, suddenly looked at him coldly.

Meng Yang suddenly felt a chill on his body. He felt as if his plan had been discovered by the other party!

No, it was impossible!

"Die."

Meng Yang gritted his teeth and raised his hand. The pill in his palm shone with a strange light.

In that split second.

Suddenly, a figure rushed into the arena and grabbed Meng Yang's right hand, which was holding the Five Poison Pill.

"Dad, dad!" Meng Yang shouted in fear.

The one who grabbed his hand was actually Meng Ting, his biological father.

"What a pity."

When she saw this, Eldest Aunt shook her head. "Meng Yu's epiphany was interrupted. The people from the Meng Family who were able to gain enlightenment during the battle were over a hundred years ago. My Sixth Uncle. Meng Yu is a rare genius that hasn't appeared in a hundred years. He is the hope of our Meng Family! "

" Yes, it is truly rare to see him in a hundred years! I can't understand his sword either!" Sixth Uncle was fair.

"Then what does Meng Yang want to do? Truly despicable!" Third Great Uncle stared at the scene.

The disciples below the stage were watching Meng Yu's sword dance with infatuation. When they saw the patriarch suddenly rush onto the stage and grab Meng Yang, Meng Yu also stopped his sword.

They were all puzzled.

"Pa!"

A crisp slap landed on Meng Yang's tender face.

Meng Ting held the black pill in his hand.

"I just said, you cannot cripple each other in the competition, you must stop at the last minute!"

"You actually did such a despicable thing. I, Meng Ting, really have taught my son wrongly!"

As Meng Ting spoke, he slapped his son's face again. "Kneel down, unfilial son! Admit your mistake to Meng Yu!"

Meng Yang was unusually panicked and explained, "Father, that's not what I meant. I didn't want to use the Five Poison Pill! "

"You're still trying to argue!"

Meng Ting's eyes were burning with anger!

He raised his big hand up high. "If you do not take your mistake seriously, I will not hesitate to cripple you, this unfilial son. And I don't have the face to lead the Meng Family anymore!"

Meng Yang looked at the big hand. From his father's eyes, he could see the deep love and hatred.

"Dad."

He cried. Tears poured down.

"Father. I am your son."

Meng Yang knelt down, "You are the patriarch. Why should I not be Young Lord? This was against the rules! Why aren't you helping me?"

" I didn't help you? " Meng Ting roared," I promised you to challenge Meng Yang. If I'm not helping you, what else can I help you with? If you can't defeat him with this opportunity, you have to admit defeat. "

"I... I..." Meng Yang whimpered.

At first, the people below did not know what had happened. They were stunned.

After listening to the conversation between the father and son, they realized that it was Meng Yang who wanted to poison Meng Yu. Meng Ting came up to stop his son from doing so.

They all looked at Meng Yang with disdain, and there were even people who said that this kind of unrighteous disciple wasn't worthy of being Young Lord!

Even those from the Descendant of Meng Family who supported and fawned over Meng Yang felt ashamed.

Meng Yu looked at Meng Yang coldly. He had already noticed that Meng Yang's behavior was a little strange. He knew that Meng Yang wanted to deal with him.

He had already let Meng Yang go once when he comprehended the Flowery Dream. If it wasn't for his big uncle arriving first, Meng Yu really wouldn't mind giving Meng Yang a fatal blow with his sword!

"Big brother, Meng Yu."

Third Uncle Meng Ren also jumped onto the stage and pulled Meng Yu to Meng Ting.

"Little Yang, do something. Quickly apologize to Little Yu. Third Uncle will help you to plead for mercy."

The honest Meng Ren took Meng Ting's big hand away and wiped away the tears on Meng Yang's face.

"Third Uncle, I, I..." Meng Yang's will began to waver.

"Did I really do something wrong? He is my brother. I hurt him for Young Lord's position. Did I do something wrong? "

A voice sounded in Meng Yang's mind.

"Have you forgotten? When you were young, you were bullied while playing outside. Who was the one who stood up for you?"

"When you were young, you were naughty and did something wrong. Your father punished you for not giving you food. Who was the one who secretly gave you food?"

Meng Ren said to Meng Yang from the side.

Listening to Third Uncle Meng Ren's words, memory after memory appeared in Meng Yang's mind.

At that time, he was just a follower, following behind Meng Yu and running all over the street.

They were brothers who grew up together.

It was fame and fortune that blinded his heart! It made him want to hurt Meng Yu!

"Elder Brother Meng Yu, I... Please forgive me!"

Meng Yang finally knelt down!

This time, he really regretted it!

Meng Yu looked at his younger cousin in front of him and thought of many past events. He sighed and said, "Forget it, I won't make a fuss about it."

Yes, that person was his younger brother after all. If Meng Yu hurt Meng Yang, the one who would be the most upset would be his uncle!

Meng Ren was overjoyed. Meng Ting's expression also eased up a lot. He shouted loudly. "Meng Yang tried to hurt Meng Yu, but I found out. Now he has changed his mind. Considering his repentance, I hereby announce that I will not punish Meng Yang for the three years' worth of monthly allowance! Furthermore, no matter what happens, Meng Yang will not be able to take the position of Young Lord and the Patriarch in this life! Send Meng Yang back to the Divine Pill Sect to report from today onwards!"

" Here, I, Meng Ting, warn everyone not to create internal strife and split up! We must concentrate on dealing with the enemy! The Bai, Ye, and Zhang families are our enemies! "

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Yang cried his lungs out! His father's words meant that he had completely lost the chance to lead the Meng Family! However, he was sincerely convinced.

The audience went silent for a while, then they all shouted, "Support the patriarch! Support Meng Yu and Young Lord!"

"Rejuvenate the Meng Family! Support Young Lord!"

"Defeat the Bai Family! Defeat the Ye Family and the Zhang Family!"

They looked at Meng Yu with burning eyes.

This was the hope of the Meng Family, the spark of hope for the revival of the Meng Family!

Meng Yu had also obtained a "golden arrow" that symbolized Young Lord of the Meng Family.

...

When Meng Yu returned to his room, drunk, it was already noon!

Previously, Meng Ting had congratulated Meng Yu on obtaining the recognition of the Meng Family. A total of 200 drinks were set up for the Clansman of Meng Family to drink to their heart's content. With this, the relationship between him and the ordinary members of the Meng Family would become closer. Because of this, the people of the Meng Family were in a mess.

After lying on the bed and resting for a while, Meng Yu found out that the Blue Snake Sword in his hand had a few small wounds on it when he was fighting Meng Yang.

Meng Yang's talent was highly regarded by the sect. That long blade was given to him by the Divine Pill Sect's elder, and it was also a high-grade Common Level. His all-out attack just now had caused some damage to the Blue Snake Sword.

Meng Yu smiled bitterly, thinking that it was best for his Blue Snake Sword to become tougher. If he could advance to the Spiritual Lower Grade again, that would be the best.

However, if he wanted to upgrade his Common Level magic weapon to spirit grade, there was no rare metal called "Purple Iron."

However, not only was the Purple Iron rare, it was also very precious. In Naiyang County, Meng Yu had only seen two or three sales of the Purple Iron. The quantity was extremely small, at most two or three taels.

He shook his head and circulated the Heavenly Spirit Bead. Instantly, the nine Spiritual Veins in his body began to move, absorbing the heaven and earth origin energy outside.

After roughly two hours, someone suddenly knocked on the door outside the room.

"Meng Yu, Meng Yu!"

It was his big uncle, Meng Ting! ...

Meng Yu quickly stopped his cultivation. At the same time, he frowned. Meng Ting actually came to find him in such a hurry while he was cultivating.

What kind of bad thing had happened?