Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

That night, several people were resting in the built stone houses to recharge their batteries, while Meng Zhao was wearing a black soft armor and sitting cross-legged on a mountain top, overlooking the valley below and the mysterious altar.

The mountain wind blows, and the frost is as cold as a blade. It is obviously just a difference between high and low, but it is like a world apart.

Meng Zhao watched for a long time, his eyes were extremely focused. For an hour or two, he neither stood up to activate his energy nor turned his eyes. He looked away, as if he was obsessed with the mysteries of this valley.

At this time, a figure swished from the valley below, flying all the way across the slippery rock wall. It jumped to the top of the mountain and came to Meng Zhao's side.

The red robe is as red as blood, and beneath his handsome face, there is a strong, strong, burning aura, full of aggression. He is none other than Sipeng, the Fire Envoy, who can also be regarded as the top leader of Meng Zhao's hidden identity.

"Lu Yang, why do you come out here alone late at night to enjoy the cool breeze? Could it be that you have something on your mind?"

Si Peng clasped his hands behind his back, with a strong chilling aura that could not be revealed. His attitude towards Meng Zhao was not very normal.

If it was originally three points of precaution and seven points of trust, now it has become three points of trust and seven points of precaution.

There was no other way. Meng Zhao went out alone when he was more exposed. On this cliff, doing what he looked down on was too suspicious. It would be abnormal not to doubt him.

Of course, fortunately, Meng Zhao only looked down at the valley and did not make any special moves to contact others.

Otherwise, what faced Si Peng now was not a question, but his fierce and fierce Qi.

In addition, Si Peng always found it strange that when Meng Zhao went out to search for the flesh and blood essence of ferocious beasts, he was designed and plotted, but he was helpless. The behavior seemed reasonable, but was this really the case?

He only believed 50% of this, and the other 50% was deeply doubtful.

If Xiang Qing's side planted a secret agent here, then it wouldn't be him, it wouldn't be Wei Hua, it wouldn't be Mo Li. The most likely person would be Lu Yang, the incarnation of Meng Zhao.

This was the hidden danger when he pried Meng Zhao away from Xiang Qing. He could have relied on the passage of time and constant testing to rule out this possibility until Meng Zhao could be entrusted with the big responsibility.

However, things went against expectations, and time did not wait for us. With Su Hongtu's plan, he had to take this hidden danger with him, and now he is facing such a situation.

With various situations intertwined, Si Peng had to be extremely cautious to avoid being stabbed in the back at the critical moment.

Fortresses are often breached from within. No matter how conceited and arrogant Si Peng is, it is impossible for him to be betrayed at a critical moment and still be sure of victory. This is too unrealistic.

Meng Zhao never expected that he would be so distrusted in Si Peng's eyes, as if the bustling scene just now, where they were like brothers, was just a dream.

However, he was not too worried. He just pointed at the altar below and said,

"Commander, I was born with a pair of spiritual eyes that can spy on the mysteries of the world and people. Do you know what I see from this altar and this valley right now?"

Si Peng was stunned. He originally wanted to test and question Meng Zhao, but he didn't expect that he would ask a question back and arouse his interest.

However, such a calm and easy-going attitude dispelled a lot of his doubts. At the same time, Meng Zhao's theory of spiritual pupils also made him extremely curious.

I was curious about how mysterious Meng Zhao's spiritual pupils were, and also curious about what he saw.

In fact, he had discovered a long time ago that part of Meng Zhao's hair was purple, and his eyes were also purple and shining, and he had strange phenomena. However, many times, people who practice special skills would have similar effects, but it was nothing.

Now he says that he has a pair of spiritual eyes. Although he does not have a special physique, it is not much different. In short, he is a born strange person, with an innate talent that is enviable.

"Oh, maybe you can see the clues?"

In fact, Si Peng never knew what Su Hongtu was trying to do, what kind of martial arts he practiced, such a tedious process, and such a big battle, but out of trust, he fully supported the other party.

Now that he could get certain information from Meng Zhao, he did not reject it.

"I can't say that I can see the clues or guess the truth, but I can see that down here, there are dense clouds and evil spirits like the sea. The surface is warm and pleasant, and the vegetation is fragrant, but inside it is rotten and unpleasant, and the evil is boundless."

"This is by no means a good idea. It is a sign of great evil. Commander, do you know this?"

The devil's work?

This was Si Peng's first reaction after hearing what Meng Zhao said, and he immediately realized that this was probably the truth.

After all, in today's world, righteous martial arts all pay attention to a step-by-step, clear-cut, step-by-step approach with long-lasting stamina. This is also a path that everyone generally follows.

Some martial arts, on the other hand, are extreme and evil, focusing on quick results and breakthroughs. They use different methods that are completely different from what people think and think to break through the boundaries of ordinary people and use shortcut methods.

Su Hongtu has achieved great success in martial arts. He is already a top-notch master along the way to Xiantian. How can he break through?

Without him, it is very reasonable to use the evil way to achieve a breakthrough in a certain direction and enhance combat power.

As for how cruel, terrifying, and repulsive the evil demon's methods are, that's not entirely true.

Maybe low-level warriors, some stubborn people trapped in sectarian views, take this very seriously, but most of those with advanced martial arts training will not be trapped in this.

Martial arts is just a tool, and talent is the foundation. This tool has little effect, and which tool has a more obvious effect. Isn't it obvious which one to use?

"It doesn't matter. King Su Tian's martial arts is already at its limit in the innate realm. It's extremely difficult to take a small step forward. Perhaps only the method of evil demon can increase his strength. You don't have to worry."

Meng Zhao was noncommittal. He dared to boast about the limits of his innate ability in front of a peerless talent in the world. He could only say that Sipeng and others had lived in the mountains for a long time, separated from the outside world, and had become frogs in a well.

Even he did not dare to speculate on the innate mysteries. What is the limit? How could Su Hongtu be so virtuous?

However, there is no need to argue about these, and it is useless to argue.

“That’s it, I hope I’m overthinking it.

It’s just that King Su Tianwang and I are not familiar with each other, but I have a close relationship with you, Secretary, so I said a few words.

Until now, I don’t think that practicing a martial arts requires such a complicated process and scenes.

They even use this altar that looks like a Taoist arrangement.

King Su Tian, ​​is he really of the same mind as us? Is he really not hiding anything from us? "

"Perhaps I'm over-concerned, but Commander, for some things, it's always better to plan ahead.

"It's windy here, and I think the time in the valley below has been long enough, so I'm going to take a rest and let the commander do his own thing."

After saying that, Meng Zhao slowly stood up and used Qinggong to go down the cliff.

On the contrary, Si Peng stayed where he was, with an incomprehensible expression on his face and complicated and deep eyes.

In the end, there was only a sigh left on the top of the cliff.