C239 Three supreme elders

The atmosphere in the ring suddenly turned cold.

A powerful aura overflowed from the two of them, causing a violent wind to blow on the stage in an instant.

"Meng Yu, I heard that you and Su Yuyan are very close?" Jiao Wuhen said.

"This is a matter between Yaner and I. You don't have to worry. " Meng Yu coldly replied.

The sword in Jiao Wuhen's hand was pointed at Meng Yu, and the sword tip was trembling.

"Before we met, Yaner and I had always been good friends. Sometimes, she would also call me Brother Wu Hen." Jiao Wuhen's eyes showed an expression of reminiscence, but his expression was indifferent.

"Rumor has it within the sect that it was because you had trained in the Combined Cultivation Arts that she had a good impression of you. "You're so despicable."

Meng Yu looked at Jiao Wuhen and said, "Aren't you spouting too much nonsense?"

Jiao Wuhen continued, "The reason I said all these, is because I want to tell you one thing, if I win, Su Yuyan will be mine."

"Only a strong man would be worthy of Su Yuyan's beauty and the status of the sect's eldest miss."

"And you, Meng Yu, a Pauper from a small clan who has no money, no power, and no strength, aren't even worthy to talk to a girl like Su Yuyan!"

As he spoke, many streams of light spilled out from his sword and sprinkled onto the ground.

Meng Yu watched warily as a Red Flame appeared in his chest, just in case something unexpected happened. He retorted sarcastically, "And what are you? A sycophant who only knows how to kneel and lick the experts in the sect?

"How much did Ding Kang give you to drag Sect Master down?"

"Hahahaha …" Jiao Wuhen laughed at the sky, "Ding Kang, what is that thing? Are you even worthy of being with me, or are you trying to kiss ass to him? "

This person was arrogant and uninhibited!

"Even your master doesn't recognize you?" Meng Yu frowned.

He really looked down on everyone else!

"If I reveal my identity, I might scare you to death!" Jiao Wuhen said.

Meng Yu said with a 'eh' sound, "Could it be, that you were born from a pig or a dog?"

"If that is the case, it is indeed a little terrifying."

Hearing this, anger appeared on Jiao Wuhen's cold face, "Meng Yu, you will pay the price for your words."

"In this battle, if I win, Su Yuyan will definitely become my woman!"

"And you, other than dying to feed the dogs, have no other choice."

While talking, Jiao Wuhen used a footwork and quickly walked towards Meng Yu with sword in hand.

Meng Yu looked at Jiao Wuhen's imposing manner, his eyes revealing a serious look.

The Giant Iron Sword s in his left hand and the Blue Snake Sword in his right, were all in his hands.

The Ice Kylin Martial Soul was also summoned, and floated above his head.

He did not believe that with these methods, he would not be able to win against Jiao Wuhen.

Just as the two were about to fight.

Behind the Main Platform, two figures had long since appeared at the entrance of the Jieyi Hall.

It was a red-clothed Old Woman. A white-haired old man.

The two stood shoulder-to-shoulder and looked at the stage where Main Platform were battling.

"Seeing this battle, I can't help but to feel that Scar's strength has risen very quickly."

The red-clothed Old Woman said.

She was already fifty to sixty years old, but her wrinkles were few. At this moment, there was a red flower sticking out of her head, giving her an aged and charming appearance.

"Yeah, although I have prejudice against that kid from the Mingxuan, I have to say, Mingxuan's plan to raise an elite disciple was correct. Because of this, the sect paid a great price, but seeing that the speed of these disciples' cultivation increased so much in the past half year, my heart rejoiced. The few core disciples at the front are even qualified to be sect elders. "

The old man stroked his goatee and laughed softly.

"Other than Hen'er, that Ouyang Tushan, Xilan the little girl, and the defeated Fu Wenjian, Zhou Tian Qiang, everyone else is not bad."

The Old Woman commented.

"How about that Meng Yu brat in the stage?" she asked the old man.

The white-haired old man shook his head, "This brat called Meng Yu has been in the limelight recently, and his strength has increased very quickly. However, in terms of strength, Scar'er is only slightly weaker than Ouyang Tushan and, this Meng Yu is not Scar'er's opponent."

"And Hen'er's Martial Soul is so strong, if I were to fight with Ouyang Tushan, I wonder who would win."

"This Meng Yu brat, being able to endure thirty moves, is already not bad."

The red-clothed Old Woman laughed. "That means Hen'er has the ability to fight with Ouyang Tushan and take over the position of Young Sect Master?"

"Ouyang Tushan, this disciple's talent is truly heaven defying. At this moment, he is also facing off against the weakest Lin Ying, who has taken up the competition so far. If Scar'er wants to win against him, it will depend on whether he can defeat Meng Yu quickly and reduce his energy consumption. "

"All of these are fine, but I don't know the purpose of Chu Family bringing so many sects here." The old man sighed.

While the two of them were talking.

At the top of the Elemental Qi Tower, a blue-clothed man stood there with his hands behind his back. A pair of bright and spirited eyes was on his knife-like face, and he was looking at the two figures on the stage. The way he looked down on the world was worthy of respect.

"Brother Si Ma, that brat Meng Yu, will he be able to win against that brat surnamed Zhen?"

The one who spoke was actually the Zither Elder, Zhao Nan, who was protecting the Scripture Pavilion.

The blue-robed man shook his head. "Not necessarily."

Hearing this, Zhao Nan was a little dejected, "Actually, I am not optimistic about Meng Yu this time. Even if our young miss wants to fight against Ning Xilan, it would be hard for her to win. "

"Could it be that in the end, this Young Sect Master battle will fall on Miss Su, who is in the empty spot?"

The blue-clothed man didn't answer directly, but changed to another topic, "Last night I saw the stars, and the main star emitted a blood-red light. After that, I used the turtle shell to make a divination, the divination, and the great calamity."

"Old brother Sima, are you saying that the position of the Young Sect Master will fall into the hands of that old man, Chong Xiang's Xiang Dao? In other words, it would definitely fall into the hands of Jiao Wuhen, Ouyang Tushan or Ning Xilan? "

The blue clothed man laughed in a rare manner, "It would be good if he fell into Ning Xilan's hands. This child has a grudge against Qin Changhe, if I were to go out and say something, she should be able to maintain her neutrality. What I am afraid of is that the position of the Young Sect Master will fall into the hands of Jiao Wuhen and Ouyang Tushan. "

Then, he withdrew his smile, "But I don't really care about these things. After all, this was within the sect. What worries me is that there will be enemies around today. There seems to be many enemies lying in wait outside. With a large army suppressing our territory, the fate of our Condensing Element Sect is unknown. "

A grave expression appeared on Zhao Nan's face when he heard this.

As these few people talked, they did not mention Ding Kang's and Yu Qianjue's names at all.

In the eyes of the old couple, Ding and Yu were merely pawns.

The old man, Old Woman and the blue-clothed man were the three great elders from Condensing Element Sect. They were all cultivators at the late stage of the Condensing Reality Stage.

The blue clothed man's name was Sima Chunqiu.

The old man's name was Jiao Xiang Dao, the dao companion of Old Woman 'He Xiaolan'.

Jiao Wuhen was the son of these two.

No wonder he said what Ding Kang was just now. So he had a powerful backer.

The Proud Daoists wanted to help their son get on the throne, and because they were a little dissatisfied with Su Mingxuan, they used the two chess pieces, Ding and Yu.

Within the sect, there were only a few core disciples who had seen these three Supreme Elders.

"Meng Yu, retreat quickly!"

At this moment.

Su Mingxuan, who was watching the battle on the stage, said in his heart when he saw Jiao Wuhen rushing towards Meng Yu.

Seeing that the other party was rushing towards him, Meng Yu vaguely felt that something was amiss, and immediately retreated.

"Want to leave?" "Too late!"

Jiao Wuhen revealed a cold smile.

Meng Yu took two or three steps back, and immediately felt an extremely strong suction force from the stage!

After 10% of a breath of time, a large hand made of dirt suddenly appeared and grabbed his right foot.