Compared to Cheng Zhiyuan's calmness, the other participants seemed less calm, especially the eight swordsmen at the lower fifth level, who suddenly felt a lot of pressure. The body, which was obviously not tall, was in them at this time.

His eyes were like turning into a dark rocky wall, blocking the eight people's progress.

"You are the young man who defeated the Huns before? Cheng Zhiyuan? As expected, he is not as famous as the sage."

Meng Po came over and treated Cheng Zhiyuan with his vision. When the twenty-four swordsmen saw Meng Po, they did not dare to neglect them. They quickly gave great gifts. Cheng Zhiyuan nodded and gave him a greeting: "It's me, but in fact, that

Compared to Hunxie Utan, my hard power is not as good as him."

"oh?"

Meng Po was a little interested: "Since his hard power is not as good as him, how did you win?"

Cheng Zhiyuan's voice did not fluctuate much: "There is only a little bit of his loss to me."

"The word "courage" is missing."

Meng Poshi laughed: "The Huns are famous for not being afraid of death, they are skilled in swords and horses, and they fight for years and exchange their heads for food. How can they lack courage?"

Cheng Zhiyuan explained:

"The so-called brave ones are to put them to death and live in life."

"When using the sword, be sure to hold on to your will, and you can live in the dead place. Fortunately, Hunxie lost his courage, but I did not lose it. In addition, my body is quite strong and I was not cut off by his blade on the spot.

So in the end I was able to help me and defeat him.”

"The will to seek life in death?"

Meng Po said: "What do you mean, the Huns have no ambition to die?"

Cheng Zhiyuan: "Of course he doesn't. He has the hope of rejuvenation of immortality, so how could he easily use all his strength and trump card in one place?"

"Some people are alone, some people are worried about it, whether it is a sword, a spear, a bow, a knife, a halberd... a weapon is a fierce thing. It is born to be killed just for the word "kill" and seek second best.

I have to bring someone to hurt.”

"If you have too many concerns in your heart, your hands will move slowly and your weapons will lose three points of sharpness. This was originally very perfect, but at this moment, it suddenly revealed a three-point flaw."

Meng Po’s eyes were slightly bright and he nodded: “What I said is that although your level is not high, your understanding of weapons and fighting is better than that of many people.”

Cheng Zhiyuan: "Dare you ask about your surname and name?"

After the words came, Meng Po opened his mouth: "Chushan Guest, Chenling Meng Po."

Cheng Zhiyuan nodded, remembering the name. But around him, Li Hui did not react much when he saw Cheng Zhiyuan. He immediately understood that he must not know the weight of this name, because when Zhao Jia and the others were talking about this before, Cheng Zhiyuan

Before he came out of the Hutian, he stepped forward and explained:

"Brother Cheng, Chushan Guest is one of the three thousand people who have traveled through Lushan. This is a title that only practitioners who have traveled through Lushan Road. It is a vain referent, because when Lushan was lifted up, he was the first to break through.

There are three thousand people in the mountains, so those who can enter Mount Lu later are called three thousand guests of the world.”

"The gate of Lushan Mountain cannot be easily passed through. It requires the entrant to have a certain quality."

Cheng Zhiyuan was puzzled: "What quality?"

Li Hui: "The Supreme Saint of Dacheng participated in the incident of raising Mount Lu, so when entering the Lushan Road, you need to possess the six virtues of Confucianism, namely benevolence, righteousness, sage, wisdom, trustworthiness and loyalty. As long as there is a condition of compliance, you can enter the Lushan Road."

"But many people in the world often find it difficult to meet the entry conditions of Lushan Road, so even if most people find the entrance to Lushan, they cannot pass through the rolling world."

Meng Po Interface: "There will be a strange world before Lushan Mountain, called Wanzhang Yuan. After passing this Wanzhang Yuan, a road will appear behind it, called "Red Dust Road". Walking on the strange road, behind it is Wanzhang Yuan, ahead is

The endless blue sky, the huge divine peak that looms in it, is the real Lushan Mountain.”

"There is a pair of archways about thirty feet high at the foot of Shenfeng Mountain, with the words "Lushan Realm" written on it. Here is the main gate of Lushan Road, and behind it is the blue smoke and a vast sea of ​​fire."

"And if you can't even find the world, you will not have the qualifications to see the Lushan Gate, let alone enter the Lushan Road."

Meng Po was still very proud of this matter. After all, he was able to walk through the world and then pass through the strange roads of the world. Only then did he reach the Lushan Gate and tempered by the green fire.

Only those who walk more than a hundred steps behind Lushan Gate are considered to be the real three thousand people of the world. If they fail to support them and retreat after a hundred steps, even ninety-nine steps will not count.

"I walked a hundred and ninety steps in Lushan, and the difference was 200, so I was able to leave my name in the flames of Lushan. However, after all, I walked too little and could not escape the world, so I was in the three thousand red dust.

I can't get a seat in the guest room."

Meng Po smiled: "Although the incident of entering Mount Lu makes me quite proud, people must always be self-aware. Compared with those who have never entered the mountain, I naturally have the qualifications to look down on them, but if I leave five hundred times with those

Compared to people with 700 steps, 100 steps, I am really not up to the top."

This was said, and countless people around him were speechless, and Li Hui and the others smiled bitterly, and someone said, "If Meng Langjun is humble and unreasonable, then those of us who have not yet walked through Lushan Road will be together.

What is it?"

Many people are silent. They think they are not as good as the Chushan Guest Meng Po. Meng Po's reputation spread two or three years ago, but even such a person, when he crossed Mount Lu, he only left a hundred nineteen.

Ten steps, can you really find the Lushan Taoist Gate?

Some of the swordsmen are depressed, but some are rising up. Although Li Hui was also smiling bitterly before, he took a deep breath and said to Cheng Zhiyuan: "Brother Cheng, today's sword, Li Hui will never forget it. Although it is an assessment,

I also lost with confidence. In the sword path, you will be a hundred times better than me. When Li Hui crosses the Lushan Road and practices successfully, I will ask Brother Cheng for advice."

He has stabilized his mind and does not think too much. He is impatient in such things and must lay a solid foundation.

It was at this moment that Gongzi Jia suddenly spoke, attracting everyone's eyes and listening to him:

"Lushan Ferry opens for ten years, and now, the days are almost approaching, and it takes about two years to go. Every ten years, there is a time when the sky is burning with fire, and three thousand people travel far away. Li Hui

,You are not low in swordsmanship, but you only appear weak when you meet a stronger person. This time, you should know where your weakness is. If you can check it carefully, take the essence, discard the dross, and don’t change your original intention, and fight to the end

Sword art, then two years later, your name will be on the Lushan Road."

Prince Jia encouraged him, and after Li Hui was stunned, he was extremely shocked. He burst into tears and said in a big prayer: "Let me thank His Highness Young Master Jia."

This is equivalent to the affirmation of a king and prince. For the swordsmen of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, this is an invisible buff that can enhance their self-confidence. From this, Li Hui's confidence that was broken by Cheng Zhiyuan's instructions before, now
Chapter completed!