Meng Wuhen was furious, but it was only on the surface. He just wanted to put some pressure on Meng Bufan. Xie Ziyan has just become a talented person, and he cannot let her go so easily. If Meng Bufan wants to take her away, he must pay some price. Meng Bufan smiled slightly. He didn't know what Meng Wuhen was thinking. "Master Meng Palace, tell me, what should I do to take away Zi Yan?" Meng Wuhen was stunned. He really hadn't thought about the price Meng Bufan had to pay to take away Xie Ziyan. At this time, Zhao Yu, who had been following Meng Wuhen, became anxious. He shouted loudly: "No matter what, we will not let you take away Zi Yan." This made Zhao Yu particularly anxious. Meng Wuhen¡¯s eyes widened. Zhao Yu was so rude in yelling. Seeing Master Meng Wuhen staring at him, Zhao Yu stopped talking. But there was still a look of anger on his face. Meng Wuhen pondered for a moment: "Well, if you really want to take Xie Ziyan away. There are two conditions. First, it is not easy for us to cultivate a talent, and you have to pay some price before you can take her away. Second , Xie Ziyan has been in the Louvre for so long, her senior brothers will definitely be reluctant to let her go. If you can defeat Xie Ziyan's senior brothers, no one will stop you. " What do you think? " Meng Bufan was happy to hear this. The so-called prices are nothing more than spiritual fluids, spiritual stones and the like. He doesn't lack any of these things, since he doesn't care about these external things. As for accepting the challenges of the younger generation, he doesn't even care. Not to mention a young man like Zhao Yu, he was not afraid at all even if he faced Meng Wuhen. Meng Wuhen set such conditions just to give both parties a step up. In addition, he also wanted Meng Bufan to stimulate the young people in the Louvre to let them know that there are people outside the world, so that they would not become as arrogant and domineering as Zhao Yu. "Okay, I accept." Meng Bufan agreed decisively. Then, Meng Bufan waved his hand, and a middle-grade Qiankun Ring flew towards Meng Wuhen: "Master Meng Palace, I don't know if these things are enough for Zi Yan's expenses at the Louvre." Meng Wuhen took the Qiankun Ring, and God Consciousness probes inside. The Qiankun Ring is filled to the brim with spiritual liquid. Meng Wuhen was overjoyed, but it didn't show on his face. There are at least several thousand bottles of these spiritual liquids, which is enough for the disciples of the Yunxiao Hall of the Louvre to consume for a month. This compensation was quite generous. Meng Wuhen secretly marveled that this young man named Meng Bufan was really rich! Next, Meng Bufan will accept the challenge of the younger generation of the Louvre Museum. What he wants to accept is the challenge of the entire Louvre Palace, not just the disciples of Yunxiao Palace. The talented young people in the main hall of the Louvre are much better than Zhao Yu. However, Zhao Yu still lowered his head in frustration. He had fought against Meng Bufan, so he naturally knew how strong Meng Bufan was. If the palace master agreed to Meng Bufan accept the challenge of the younger generation, he knew that no one in the Louvre could stop Meng Bufan. The challenge raised by Meng Wuhen now is just a situation. The challenge is at the largest arena in the main hall of the Louvre. Everyone in the Louvre was shocked. Qin Kun, Wei Song and Xie Ziyan stood together and stared at Meng Bufan on the stage. Meng Bufan did not deliberately release his momentum. He also understood that the focus of Meng Wuhen's two conditions was the first. As for accepting the challenge from the younger generation of disciples, it was just to stimulate the younger generation and was just going through the motions. Xie Ziyan looked at Meng Bufan on the stage, her eyes full of smiles, and her heart filled with pride. This is her man, the young generation who dares to challenge the entire Louvre alone. All this is for her. This made Xie Ziyan's heart filled with emotion. Among the people watching the battle in the audience, even Nie Feng, the master of the Louvre Palace, was dispatched. This is a figure comparable to Guan Mubai and the master of the first palace. He is still worse than Guan Mubai back then. He is now a late-stage Martial God, and his cultivation is no worse than that of Ling Yun, Ning Fengyun and other palace masters. There is another person who is filled with emotions in his heart. He is the representative of the Louvre and Nie Feng¡¯s deputy. After the trial in the Golden Crow Secret Realm, in order to make Meng Bufan choose the Louvre Palace, he also promised Meng Bufan that as soon as he arrived at the Louvre Palace, he would give him a heaven-level weapon. But the result disappointed him, and Meng Bufan still chose Piaomiao Palace. Now that Meng Bufan has become so powerful, although the results confirm that he has good vision, it makes him even more disappointed. He even wondered whether Guan Mubai's ability to ascend to immortality was also contaminated by Meng Bufan's monstrous luck. Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, the palace owner Nie Feng¡¯sDisciple Jiang Wenxiang came on stage. "Jiang Wenxiang, please give me some advice from Brother Meng." Jiang Wenxiang is a relatively modest person, and he can naturally see that Meng Bufan is far more powerful than him. But he had no choice but to bite the bullet and play. He is the personal disciple of Palace Master Nie Feng, and can be said to be the most powerful person among the younger generation. If he doesn't appear, no one will be able to appear. "Brother Jiang, you're welcome, please!" Meng Bufan did not make excuses, but chose to treat each other with courtesy. With a "swish" sound, Jiang Wenxiang pulled out the sword in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, a sharp sword light struck Meng Bufan. In order to show respect for others, Meng Bufan still took out the blue light sword. If he met Jiang Wenxiang's challenge with bare hands, he seemed to be contemptuous of others. He did not want his actions to affect the good relationship between the Louvre and Piaomiao Palace. The green light sword in his hand stabbed the sword in Jiang Wenxiang's hand in an ordinary way. What makes people feel strange is that such an ordinary move seems to contain infinite sword intent. In the eyes of everyone in the audience, they only saw a huge sword, swinging towards Jiang Wenxiang lightly. With such a huge sword, Jiang Wenxiang had no way to hide. His sharp sword blow just now was like a trick on his body. Nie Feng, the master of the Louvre Palace, and several elders had a look in their eyes. The second level of sword intention¡ª¡ªI am the sword! Meng Bufan¡¯s actual achievements are deeper than what they see on the surface. Nie Feng couldn't help but sigh in his heart. His best disciple might not be able to catch even one of others' moves. The result also verified his judgment. Jiang Wenxiang kept retreating to avoid the huge green light sword. At this time, he has no way to attack. He was thankful to be able to avoid Meng Bufan's move. It¡¯s not a life-and-death fight now, and the two of them don¡¯t have any grudges, so Meng Bufan naturally won¡¯t push the other party too far. Meng Bufan flicked his wrist and put away the green light sword. ¡°Brother Meng is indeed very powerful, but Jiang sighs that he is far inferior.¡± After he finished speaking, he jumped off the ring. Zhao Yu, who was watching the battle in the audience, was already ashen-faced. Only then did he realize how big the gap was between himself and Meng Bufan. He couldn't even catch ten of Jiang Wenxiang's moves, and Jiang Wenxiang couldn't even catch one of Meng Bufan's moves. The gap between him and Meng Bufan goes without saying. At this time, Xie Ziyan didn't even dare to think about it. At this time, an old man suddenly jumped onto the ring. Xie Ziyan, who was watching the battle in the audience, felt nervous. This old man was Wu Hei, the great elder of the Louvre. He is aggressive and brave. As an elder in the late martial arts stage, he would not challenge a junior like Meng Bufan, right?