When Mu Hengjiu looked up, he saw the light in the sky.

At first glance, he thought it was starlight, but the starlight was not that bright. And compared to the distant sky, the light seemed to be above his head, within reach.

When I looked at it intently, there seemed to be heavy snow in the sky. There were lights hidden among the snowflakes. The lights were shining through the crystal snowflakes, and the misty and beautiful.

It’s okay for other people, but one of the sharp-eyed people in Daxue Villa recognized them and said, “It’s the snow lamp.”

In the Great Snow Villa, there were originally light and thin snow lamps that could float on the water, but everyone never knew that there were snow lamps that could fly in the sky. Everyone was confused, wondering if this snow lamp was the light of the Great Snow Villa.

The snow lamp is like the wind blowing willow catkins, rising straight up to the blue and dark, but someone is descending from it.

It was a crane, with snow-white feathers and flying snow almost blended into one color. There was a person riding on the crane's back. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he saw the wind in his clothes, and he was about to fly, as if he was exiled.

Jiao Nanshan had long been rumored by Jiao Yushu and knew that he would act in this scene, but he actually had no confidence in Meng Shuai. He was just defeated so far, so he would be better off as a living horse. However, Meng Shuai's momentum of appearance still scared him.

In amazement, Jiao Nanshan was secretly happy, especially when he saw Mu Hengjiu's shocked look. He calmed down his joy, rushed over and said respectfully: "Jia Nanshan, Daxue Villa, is supplied to the snow mountain envoy."

Several owners next to him followed him to salute. In fact, although Meng Shuai had seen the salute when he came, he was definitely not so grand. However, in order to overwhelm Mu Hengjiu, he must be more so grand than the welcome ceremony.

Meng Shuai slowly landed on the ground, wearing a snow-white fur, extremely graceful. His appearance actually tends to be kind and kind, which makes people feel close to each other less respectful, but that is because he often smiles. At this time, he restrains his smile, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his huge voice has a condescending power.

He bowed back lightly and said, "Why are you doing well by the Lord Jiao?"

Jiao Nanshan thought to himself: What can you and I have to do if you and I have a cup of tea? He just said to himself: "If you have any questions, you will be fine. How can you be the Lord Meiyuan? How can you be the best of Mr. Meng?"

Meng Shuai said: "Good Lord Hall Master. I am ordered by the Lord Hall to give you a special gift for the Snow Mountain Festival. Since several owners are here, please check it." After saying that, he turned his sleeves and said, there were eight large boxes on the stage. It was the festival gift that Lin Ling asked him to send. It had not been delivered before, and it was just right for use.

Jiao Nanshan was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him and told someone to accept it.

This series of things took a while, and no one paid attention to the original things on the ring. Fortunately, Meng Shuai arrived before, and not many people knew about it. Most of them only thought that Meng Shuai had indeed fallen from the sky today, and had heard the name of the only disciple of Xueshan, and rushed to witness his true appearance, which made Mu Hengjiu and Xie Li neglect.

Xie Li was stunned at first, then remembered it, and his smile flashed. But Mu Hengjiu was able to brush it and calmed down. For the first time in such a long time, he showed negative emotions.

Meng Shuai waited for the gift to be distributed and said, "All things are done, I'll leave first."

Jiao Nanshan hurriedly said, "Please ask Mr. Meng to come to the house to use tea."

Meng Shuai said, "Well, let's go." As he said that, he walked to the interior of the villa first.

Seeing that he was about to leave the open space, Mu Hengjiu finally couldn't bear it and said, "Let's wait."

Meng Shuai stopped and turned his head. Mu Hengjiu separated the crowd and walked over. Other disciples of the One Yuan Wanfa Sect followed and blocked the crowd for him so that he would not be crowded among the people.

Mu Hengjiu walked to Meng Shuai, and the two looked at each other. In terms of appearance, Mu Hengjiu was even better, but Meng Shuai was more than an inch taller than Mu Hengjiu. When the distance was very close, the higher the height, the more the upper hand, especially when it was evenly matched.

After a while, Mu Hengjiu said, "So you are Meng Shuai? The only successor of Snow Mountain Plum Garden?"

Meng Shuai is also famous now. Everyone knows it in the north, but of course it has not been spread to the east. It’s just that Mu Hengjiu is an envoy from the One Yuan Wanfa Sect to the north. Of course, he will do his homework in advance. It is not surprising to know Meng Shuai’s name.

Meng Shuai said: "You are..."

Jiao Nanshan introduced: "This is a distant guest from the East, Mu Hengjiu, a true disciple of the One Yuan Wanfa Sect. These are also the masters of the One Yuan Wanfa Sect."

Meng Shuai said, "Look for a long time. Come in and have tea together." He said that, and turned around and left.

Mu Hengjiu's irritable look flashed by and suddenly smiled, "Brother Meng, do you know how to be a martial artist when you are in the light?"

Meng Shuai said: "I heard that the martial arts training is over?"

Mu Hengjiu smiled and said, "It's over, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Shuai turned to Jiao Nanshan and said, "Who won? Call the champion here and I will meet this rising star."

Mu Hengjiu's face changed, and he felt that Meng Shuai was taking advantage of him, but just like himself, although he was very upset, he couldn't catch the most.

Jiao Nanshan held back his smile and said, "The champion is Xie Li. It's just...ah." He waved, signaling Xie Li to come over to meet Meng Shuai, and said, "It's just that we had a fight with the visitors from the Eastern World during the martial arts era, but the results were not satisfactory."

Meng Shuai said: "What? Our northern world lost?"

Jiao Nanshan nodded, Meng Shuai frowned and said, "How can this work? How can my northern world fall behind? I have to fight." He turned to Mu Hengjiu and said, "Can it be you? Come on, let's have a play."

Mu Hengjiu was going to challenge Meng Shuai to completely step down the snow-capped disciple who had emerged from the stalker. However, in his plan, he should challenge first, force the opponent out through a run, and then set up a superior condition for Xie Li, and win a complete victory in Jingjing. Then he knew that this northern disciple was different from what he thought. It didn't seem to be sharp-talking and clever, but instead had a subtle feeling of being unscathing.

This feeling makes people feel uncomfortable like a thorn in their throat.

Although Mu Hengjiu also wanted to defeat Meng Shuai, since Meng Shuai took the initiative to challenge, he did not intend to fight immediately. He could not let the other party take the initiative and smiled lightly: "It's really my brother..."

Meng Shuai said: "Since that's the case, let's go to the duel."

Mu Hengjiu said: "Take it slow. If you follow the steps, you can't just challenge it. Even your champion will fight against me, one yuan, and then come to me after winning. If others challenge me directly without going through the match, will they not be fair to their predecessors?"

Meng Shuai said: "Then what do you want?"

Mu Hengjiu smiled and said, "I have a few fellow disciples under me. You have to beat them before you can get against me."

Meng Shuai looked over him, looked behind him, and said, "Those who are behind you?"

Mu Hengjiu said: "What do you think?"

Meng Shuai said: "Okay, let them come up."

This time, even Jiao Nanshan was startled and said, "Young Master Meng, are you telling them all to come up?"

Meng Shuai said: "Of course, it's a waste of time to come up one by one."

Mu Hengjiu smiled angrily. He has always been talking wildly. Unexpectedly, he met someone who was even more crazy than him. He smiled and said, "Let's wait. You are going step by step. Even if you call out the sky, don't you still have to be down-to-earth? Junior Brother Yun."

Yun Luoshu came out from the crowd, and Mu Hengjiu said, "This is my junior brother who is quite worthy of going. Why don't you try it with him first?"

Meng Shuai said, "Oh, then don't talk nonsense, fight quickly. Is the ring there?" While saying that, he signaled everyone to dodge. Everyone was surprised and funny, and they all made a way to the ring.

Yun Luoshu was originally cold and speechless, but when he heard Meng Shuai's words, he couldn't help but show his anger and followed. Among the few Yin-Yang disciples just now, although he lost, he was the most decent, just one move, which was slightly inferior to Xie Li. Therefore, everyone was looking forward to how Meng Shuai would defeat him. If the advantage was not greater than that of Mu Hengjiu fighting against Xie Li just now, he would lose first.

As for Meng Shuai, no one had ever thought of it. With such a big momentum, if Meng Shuai lost, he would have made a comedy specifically.

After getting on the ring, Yun Luoshu's body floated, and layers of clouds surged up. I wonder if it was because of anger, the clouds seemed particularly thick this time, but after a moment, the human figure could hardly be seen clearly on the stage.

Meng Shuai stood in the center of the stage, motionless, looking at Yunwu and shook his head slightly.

Yun Luoshu's body was turning faster and faster, and layers of clouds and mist spewed out like a volcano eruption.

He looked directly at Meng Shuai and shouted, "Look at my clouds and mists--"

Meng Shuai suddenly said, "You've had enough trouble." He said and walked forward.

One step, two steps—

Every step forward, everyone watched the surging clouds dissipate, and the thick clouds burst like bubbles, dissipating, revealing the empty venue.

Yun Luoshu was also moving, but with Meng Shuai's footsteps, the clouds and smoke became less and thinner as he moved, as if he was surrounded by a dilemma, completely isolated from the clouds and mist.

Meng Shuai walked forward eight steps, pressing against a strange point, as if he was walking in a straight line, but after eight steps, he returned to the starting point.

As he walked out for the last step, the clouds disappeared and there was no trace of smoke on the stage. Only Yun Luoshu seemed to have been imposed and frozen in the air.

The next moment, Meng Shuai reached out to him and snapped his fingers gently.

With a plop, Yun Luoshu fell and fainted.

The field was quiet and could even hear the needle falling to the ground. Everyone was stunned and couldn't believe their eyes.

What wins? What did he do?

Even the masters of the Hunyuan period like the Eight Great Manors did not understand how Meng Shuai did it, and he couldn't help but look at each other. Only Xie Li seemed to see a little trick, his eyes flashed, and he showed admiration and admired, and whispered: "So this is possible."

After a while, cheers burst out and were deafening.

No matter what method he is, it’s good to see the result. The result is that the Eastern disciples were crushed by the Northern disciples.

If this is not called crushing, then there will be no crushing in the world.

In an instant, Meng Shuai's image became extremely tall. The snow mountain had a high status in the northern world, and then a layer of mystery was added - the snow mountain was so powerful that it was unbelievably powerful.
Chapter completed!