Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

The crisis around the camp was temporarily resolved, and the deputy of the Danchi clan was ordered to take on the responsibility of looking after this elite group.

Meng Zhao chased after the traces left by Jiaolong Xiaojiu without looking back.

He was in a very urgent mood. He didn't have much time to linger in the mountains. He had to complete the task as soon as possible in order to gain Si Peng's approval and then participate in Su Hongtu's evil soldier breaking ceremony.

Chasing the wind and the moon all the way, his body movements are like lightning. In the darkness, he is like a ghost under the Nine Netherworld. Silently, he has sneaked hundreds of feet away, and as his movements pass by, waves of waves are often stirred up. The mighty wind.

After rushing with all his strength, not long after, he came to a gentle mountainous area, surrounded by cliffs on three sides, which looked extremely dangerous.

Only on the east side are large forests growing, towering and strong, showing their tenacious vitality even in the severe cold, wind and snow.

Under the moonlight, the pale white color looks like divine pillars that reach straight into the sky.

Meng Zhao's stealth technique was created after several deductions, and he even learned from powerful masters, so his ability is extremely high.

His arrival did not cause any waves at all. Only Jiaolong Xiaojiu, who was also lurking underground, learned about it through the spiritual contract.

He slowly swam to Meng Zhao's waist and rubbed the dragon's head on Meng Zhao's chest affectionately.

A pure-blooded dragon that has entered the innate realm, was originally extremely large and the king of ferocious beasts, but now it is like a pet to please Meng Zhao, which is legendary.

Meng Zhao patted Jiaolong Xiaojiu's dragon head. The feeling was definitely not good, but the feeling of satisfaction in his heart was unparalleled.

There are not many people in the world who can raise dragons.

And the thoughts that came through Jiaolong Xiaojiu were certain.

The little mouse finally arrived in that dense forest and stayed there without going anywhere else.

The "big mouse" behind the little mouse, if nothing unexpected happens, should also be hiding inside.

After soothing Jiaolong Xiaojiu, Meng Zhao's breathing seemed to be absent, and the whole body's surface life characteristics were almost non-existent. With a tap of his toes, the whole person moved sideways, and the surrounding air seemed to be pushing him forward, without any movement. Any obstruction.

Compared to the lightning-fast movements before, his movements are now more free and natural...

In the dense forest, the mountain wind is blocked by the tall trees, so it looks much calmer.

In the darkness, I saw a bright bonfire burning brightly surrounded by several tall trees. At this time, the little white mouse leaned against the bonfire in a very humane manner, jumping up and down, raising its two front paws and gnawing. Wearing something.

On the other side of the bonfire, a middle-aged man who looked thin and short was leaning against a tall tree.

While stroking his shiny black moustache with one hand, he took a swig of liquor from a wine gourd.

He seemed to be in a good mood, shaking his head while drinking, and even humming a tune with interest.

One person, one mouse, bonfire, dark night, plus the howling mountain wind outside the forest like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

If an ordinary hunter saw this strange scene, he would probably think he saw some demon turned into a spirit and run away in panic.

Meng Zhao, who was watching all this, didn't feel anything special.

According to his sense of energy, this middle-aged man with two mustaches is of course a human being, not a monster.

He knows some martial arts, but he is by no means advanced.

It may be that he has just entered the innate level, but he seems to be much weaker than the ordinary one-minded warrior.

It may be that some evil external method was used to break the barrier, and the foundation is unstable.

Of course, it may also be that this person has great concealment skills. After all, Meng Zhao still has no idea what the rat is until now. It obviously does not have the energy and blood of a vicious beast, and there is nothing special about it, but it is surprisingly intelligent.

However, this possibility is not high. If you really have that ability, you don't need to rely on a mere mouse.

Meng Zhao sensed it again and confirmed that there was no one else around, then he stepped forward lightly, still keeping silent.

"Your Excellency is really very leisurely. You just caused big trouble for others, but you can drink and sing. Aren't you afraid that the master of trouble will come to your door?"

Because the mountain wind was howling, not counting the silence of the night, a voice suddenly sounded, which startled the middle-aged man with a mustache, and the wine gourd almost fell to the ground.

Even the little white mouse holding something gnawing by the campfire jumped up in surprise, quickly discarding what seemed to be pine cones on its paws, and disappeared into the middle-aged trousers with a mustache.

Following the voice, the middle-aged man saw Meng Zhao, who was tall, handsome, with a temperament that was three-quarters majestic and seven-quarters domineering, walking out of the darkness.

Meng Zhao, who had never really shown his own characteristics after entering Liangzhou, was now unabashed and full of malice. Even a master as strong as Geng Pomo would be frightened, let alone this person?

The middle-aged man's throat was crawling, his eyelids were twitching, and his mouth was extremely dry. He had no idea why he was found here, especially the target person this time.

"Ahem, brother, I just lost my way in the mountains. I'm taking a break for a while. I don't understand what you are talking about. I am a guest when we meet each other. If you need help with anything, you can ask."

Meng Zhao smiled. Of course, there was still a strong sense of oppression in his smile, and the other party's reaction was not what he expected.

After all, the other party has never shown up, and is just plotting against them through a guinea pig. In this case, of course, he can be beaten to death and refuse to admit it. If there is no evidence, can he just let him do what he wants?

But who is Meng Zhao? He is not a stubborn person. He must find evidence to prove something.

What he determined did not require evidence at all.

"Okay, I don't have much time to talk nonsense with you here. Who sent you here, Xiang Qing or He Xin?"

As the new words fell, Meng Zhao took a step forward with his left foot, his eyes were as bright as stars, and a strong energy that looked down on the people exploded like a gushing volcano, causing the tall trees to sway left and right.

Obviously there is no change in the ice and snow under the feet, but it gives people a feeling that the earth is shaking and the earth is turned upside down.

He himself is as majestic as a god and a demon, tall, as tall as the sky, with overwhelming aura.

Horror, extreme terror, suffocation, desperate suffocation.

The middle-aged man with a mustache is of course an innate warrior. Although he uses sideways to achieve breakthroughs and only has one level of cultivation, his combat power is at the bottom of the innate range, and he is of the stunted type.

However, he was still an innately strong man. When faced with someone who was simply oppressed by Qi, he felt a sense of despair and suffocation. He even suppressed the slightest thought of resistance in his heart.

It can be seen that the person in front of him is terrifying and frightening.

Such martial arts and momentum are beyond the imagination of ordinary warriors.

The middle-aged man with a mustache even felt that General Lu Wei was probably the best in the entire Shenwei Army camp simply in terms of martial arts cultivation. Is there anyone who could be his opponent?