"You were defeated by me today, but it was because of weapons?

What kind of magic weapon is the Kuai Zi used by Master He Sheng? Can it be called the Supreme of the Martial Arts, the treasure of Kuai Zi to slay the dragon?"

Everyone shook their heads, and among them, He Taichong was so embarrassed that his face turned red.

Meng Xiuyuan saw that the heat was coming and stopped irritating them. Instead, his voice became much softer and said:

"The various sects and sects you represent all have great reputations in the world. Looking back, most of our ancestors have produced masters with outstanding martial arts skills and awe in all directions.

How come today, just because of a broken knife that is only famous because of rumors, you have abandoned the foundation of your life?

If you rack your brains and fight like this, you will only mess up your mind and lose your concentration. How can you practice the martial arts taught by your master well?

It is really unwise to seek the far away at the expense of the near.”

Just like writing essays in school in his previous life, Meng Xiuyuan now deliberately sublimates the theme at the end of the article.

Today's 100th birthday banquet had several ups and downs. Meng Xiuyuan relied on his hard power to help the Wudang Clan and gained enough face, forcing everyone present to bow their heads and admit defeat, with no face at all.

It's refreshing to be so refreshed, but if it ends here, it will inevitably lay the foundation for disaster.

After all, as long as Zhang Cuishan and his wife survive, everyone will still be thinking about learning the whereabouts of the Dragon-Slaying Sword from the Wudang Clan. Even if they give up today, they will still deal with the Wudang Clan overtly or covertly in the future.

With Meng Xiuyuan's last words, it not only gave each sect a step forward and eased the stiff relationship caused by the action, but at the same time it would also have some impact on the hearts of these people, making them feel less resentful of the massacre.

Dragon Blade's Greed.

It is said that people can easily listen to other people's opinions when they are at their most vulnerable. Meng Xiuyuan followed this theory and first broke the hearts of these people, and then exported his own opinions.

Come to think of it, the effect won't be too bad.

…

But among so many people, there must be some who are determined and refuse to listen to others' advice.

For example, the abbot of Shaolin Temple and the monk Kongwen.

"Meng Shaoxia, regardless of your martial arts skills or intelligence, I admire you very much and don't dare to question your statement.

But there is one last thing I want to ask Meng Shaoxia clearly."

"Oh? It doesn't matter what the holy monk said." Meng Xiuyuan looked at Kong Wen, wanting to hear what he was going to say.

"The poor monk just wants to ask, if one day, the dragon-slaying sword falls at your feet, beside you, within your reach...

Meng Shaoxia, will you still reject it like you said today?"

Kong Wen looked at Meng Xiuyuan with a pair of old eyes. There was no ripples in the ancient well, and he could not see any emotion or anger.

"Haha, the holy monk still underestimated me after all." Meng Xiuyuan laughed loudly and replied frankly:

"The so-called dragon-slaying sword must be a rare weapon. If it didn't have such a great reputation and a bloody background of decades, I might have put it to use.

But from the moment when the dragon-slaying knife was called the butcher's knife, and the story of the so-called "Martial Arts Supreme, Slaying the Dragon with the Precious Sword" spread throughout the world, I would definitely abandon it like worn out shoes.

Because it is not only a knife, but also endless trouble.

I hate trouble the most.

Furthermore, holy monk, don’t blame me for being arrogant. To be honest, even without that knife, I still have no rivals in this world.

What does the so-called dragon-slaying knife mean to me?"
Chapter completed!