Chapter 66: Meng Qi, the Hero Saves the Beauty

In the original plot, Meng Qi, who had just completed his Foundation Establishment, naturally had no combat power. He could only be a burden. However, now he has completely transformed. Although his Martial Dao Realm is only at the "Qi Accumulation" Realm, his strength is terrifyingly powerful. Having Cultivated the chat group's revised "Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Strength" and obtaining numerous resources from the chat group, his physical fitness has reached an incredibly formidable level! Even before gaining his spiritual perception, he could see places that Zhang Yuanshan and others, who had opened their Eye Apertures, could not. Meng Qi estimated that he had at least the combat power of a Half-Step Exterior. It's just that his actual Realm looks relatively low. Meng Qi casually picked up a sword from a black-clothed man's hand; being an elegant swordsman had always been his dream. In the future Shi Jian showed him, he was forced by circumstances to Cultivate the Iron Shirt and then practiced blade techniques. He went further and further down the path of a brute... Now, he could try to be that elegant swordsman. "Change to a saber. Swords are hard to learn, sabers are easy to use. For you, using a saber is at least twice as effective as using a sword!" Jiang Zhiwei reminded him after she saw him pick up the sword. For beginners, using a saber is simpler than using a sword. Upon hearing these words, Meng Qi smirked wickedly. If he didn't have the chat group and was still a rookie, he would definitely throw away the longsword and switch to a long saber! But... the Meng Qi standing before you now is no longer that greenhorn. Instead, he is: "Chat Group Owner," "Heir to the Three Pure Ones," "Fellow Countryman of Emperor Yan Xiao Yan," "Group Member of Saint King Yang Qi," "Close Friend of Fang Han from Gate of Eternal Life," "Fellow Countryman of Shi Jian," "Holder of the Life Script," "Determined to Exploit Heaven, Earth, and Group Members," and the future "Elegant Sword God Meng Qi!!!" To hell with Mang Jin Gang! He casually twirled the sword, and a sharp Sword Qi instantly surged out! "Puchi, puchi!" Several sounds of blades piercing flesh rang out. A few black-clothed men fell before Meng Qi. Zhang Yuanshan's people around him were completely stunned... What's going on with this little monk? How could his strength be so terrifying? Isn't this guy just a handyman monk from Shaolin Temple? Feeling the astonished gazes of the crowd, Meng Qi calmly exhaled. But in his heart, he was ecstatic. In his original life script, he could only rely on others, cautiously seeking survival in instances! But now, he charges directly. This is called satisfaction. However, his good mood was quickly broken. "Fang Han, Yang Qi... Weren't you asking me last time what showing off means? This is showing off!" Xiao Yan sent a bullet screen message. "The Dragon King's wicked smirk is indeed extraordinary. I've already taken a screenshot!" This was a bullet screen message from Shi Jian. Then he sent the screenshot of Meng Qi's wicked smirk into the group. Meng Qi opened the chat group and looked at the photo inside, instantly feeling terrible. The other people in the group also looked at the photo of Meng Qi's wicked smirk. They just felt that the photo had a strange feeling. The angle of the shot was actually quite good and handsome... But it just felt a bit punchable. And the surroundings felt somewhat inexplicably familiar. "Oh no, I seem to smile like that normally too..." Fang Han, Yang Qi, Lin Dong, and others were all shocked. "Your strength doesn't seem like that of a Shaolin Temple handyman monk..." Qing Jing looked at Meng Qi, then said with a suspicious expression. He always felt that this was Shaolin Temple's doing. "You're allowed to join a Great Sect, but I'm not allowed to have some opportunity?" Meng Qi calmly glanced at him, then spoke. The atmosphere between the two was somewhat confrontational. "Alright, alright, Junior Brother Zhen Ding's strong power is a good thing for us, after all, we're on the same boat now..." Zhang Yuanshan quickly came out to smooth things over. Soon, all the black-clothed people were cleanly eliminated by everyone. Meng Qi also conveniently saved Yan Wujiang. Then the group split into two paths as previously agreed, striking from both sides! Meng Qi, Qisha, Jiang Zhiwei, and others quickly arrived at the secret chamber where one of the Four Great Heroes was imprisoned. Qisha observed the stone door and then used mechanisms to open the door to the secret chamber. "Which friend has come to my rescue?" Inside the secret chamber, a middle-aged man in plain clothes looked surprised. "My name is Cheng Yong. Thank you, young lady, for saving me. May I ask which Sect you are from?" The man asked. "Hero Chen, we juniors are from a hidden Sect. We were invited by Ma Daxia to assist you in eliminating demons and defending the Dao!" Jiang Zhiwei casually concocted a lie. "So that's how it is..." Cheng Yong nodded slightly, then walked towards the group. "May I ask for the young lady's name?" "Junior Jiang Zhiwei!" Jiang Zhiwei said while observing Cheng Yong. She remembered what Meng Qi had said about the Soul-Snatching Pill. "Indeed, heroes emerge in youth. Let's quickly set off to rescue the others. And this is?" Cheng Yong asked about Meng Qi's identity as he walked out. "His monastic name is Zhen Ding!" Jiang Zhiwei replied, half-turning. The next instant, Cheng Yong suddenly attacked. His left hand moved like a fish in water, agile and swift, striking like lightning towards Jiang Zhiwei's lower abdomen. The moment he made his move, Meng Qi also acted. The exquisite longsword in his hand stabbed forward like lightning, like a spiritual snake flicking its tongue, piercing Cheng Yong's throat in the blink of an eye. Then he withdrew his sword. The speed was incredibly fast. After Cheng Yong's throat was pierced, he didn't even have time to react. His left palm still struck forward. Jiang Zhiwei had already been on guard, so she exerted force with her feet and quickly retreated backward. She was about to draw her longsword when she was startled to find a bloodstain already on Cheng Yong's neck. Meng Qi, beside her, had already sheathed his sword and stood tall. He had the demeanor of a master. "When did he draw his sword?" Jiang Zhiwei was inexplicably horrified. Meng Qi's drawing and sheathing of the sword were fluid and seamless. Too fast. Not only did Cheng Yong not react, but she didn't either. Doesn't this mean that if Meng Qi wanted to kill her, she wouldn't be able to react either? Meng Qi's expression was calm, still maintaining the demeanor of a master. In the original plot, Jiang Zhiwei saved him. But now, he saved Jiang Zhiwei. However, his master's expression only lasted for a moment before it collapsed. The people in the group sent bullet screen messages again.