Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Thinking of this possibility, Mr. Bai's scalp went numb for a while. He prided himself on being a strong-willed person, and he was unyielding even after repeated blows.

During this trip to Lishou Mountain, I was used to seeing strange things and accidents, and my strong nerves had been tempered.

But thinking that the leader of a dynasty in the Middle Ages, even if he was just a subjugated king, might be resurrected and born in today's world, is just as difficult to accept, and even gives him a strong sense of suffocation, as if he is about to be out of breath.

This thing is too scary. His little arms and legs just want to get the opportunity to stand in front of Shen Tianci and have a fierce battle to get rid of his inner demons, which is really not a good idea.

In fact, it's not just him. Even Mr. Yue is caught in hesitation and entanglement at this time. Should he leave here as soon as possible and give up all the so-called opportunities? After all, facing those medieval overlords, being able to leave safely is a matter of fact. Extravagant hope.

When that time comes, it will be people who work for the knife and Zu, and I will work for the fish and meat.

But no matter how they think about it, the initiative is no longer in their hands. Whether they can leave or not depends not on their wishes, but on whether Meng Zhao is willing to let them go.

In fact, they were by no means the only two people who thought of this, and among them, Mu Yi was the one who felt the deepest.

He thought of his ancestors and his mission, and finally, he sighed in despair and helplessness.

"King Menglong, you asked me to fight to the death with Yu Dao. No matter what the purpose was, it did force out some secrets.

Now the dragon veins and even the Sheji Ding may have problems and hidden dangers. Do you still want to give it a try? "

However, it is not easy for him to appreciate Meng Zhao's advice to him, otherwise he is afraid that he will be plotted quietly, not only by Yu Wenguang, but also by the trap set by his predecessors, so he is discouraged. Feeling cold, he also wanted to give up Meng Zhao's thoughts.

It is true that he is the most talented person in the world. His martial arts skills are so high that he is almost invincible. He is also rich and powerful and dominates the world.

But these achievements are nothing compared to the risks hidden in the evil-suppressing golden palace.

Following Mu Yi's words, everyone else present also looked at Meng Zhao with twinkling eyes, especially Gan Mingfeng who had the most complicated emotions.

There was only one thought in his mind now. The voice that sounded deep in his heart, the voice that guided him all the way, and even the black hand who finally wiped out his mind and turned him into a puppet, was really the man who subjugated his country in the Middle Ages. Jun?

If it is really him, then this place is undoubtedly a place thousands of times more dangerous than the Dragon Pond and the Tiger's Den. I hope Meng Zhao will not insist on his own way and mistakenly think that he can really control everything.

He also hoped that Meng Zhao could assess the situation and stop when he saw the opportunity.

Meng Zhao may have noticed what everyone was thinking, but he didn't care about it. He just waved his hands coolly and said,

“Why not try, there is no free lunch in the world, if you want to get something, you must pay something.

Whether it is the Sheji Cauldron or the Hidden Dragon Dragon Veins, they are the best opportunities in the world. If they can be obtained, they will not only play a huge role in promoting martial arts, but also gain the foundation to achieve a hegemony.

Such an opportunity is rare to find, and it's just a little risky, so what's there to be afraid of? "

"Mu Yi, my previous promise is still valid. You defeated Yu Wenguang. Whether it was your own strength or other reasons, the result is already obvious.

Now, do you want to join me and go into the dragon's veins to see who is the real living hidden dragon? "

If Meng Zhao's martial arts can be measured by strength, then his ambition and courage are equally extraordinary.

At this moment, regardless of whether he was friend or foe, whether he harbored any ill will towards Meng Zhao or not, even Lu Houer, who had deep demonic nature, looked at Meng Zhao with a touch of respect and reverence.

What does it mean to be an outstanding person? This is it.

Only those with aptitude, understanding, and talent in martial arts cannot be called Tianjiao. Only people like Meng Zhao, who have such great courage, mind, and vision, are worthy of the title Tianjiao.

Mu Yi already wanted to retreat. He didn't want to become a victim of the conspiracy, and he didn't want to be on the opposite side of the so-called ancestors.

However, Meng Zhao's natural pride inspired his tenacity, and he no longer had any vanity in his eyes. He hesitated and nodded heavily.

"Okay, in that case, I will accompany you, Dragon King, to see what secrets there are."

Having said this, everyone else was nervous and looked at the two of them intently, hoping to see a different scenery.

Especially Mu Yi, who relied on the power of dragon veins to possess a combat power that was superior to his innate ability. I wonder if this miracle can continue to the next competition?

Meng Zhao didn't talk nonsense anymore, but stretched his right hand forward, made a gesture, and then slowly walked towards the place where the hidden dragon veins were. Mu Yi did the same.

The two finally met before a critical point and stood side by side.

At this moment, the onlookers suddenly discovered a scene that puzzled them and shocked them.

Don't talk about force, don't talk about anything else, just talk about blood and temperament.

This Mu Yi is a descendant of the Yang family. There is dragon energy in his body, which complements the hidden dragon veins. Logically speaking, even if he is not as noble as the emperor, he should still have nobility, domineering and mighty air.

However, the reality is that all he has is a spirit of agility and intelligence, as well as the elegance of being obsessed with reading. He is like a Confucian child, better than a descendant of the royal family.

On the contrary, Meng Zhao, a young man from an aristocratic family who had just emerged in this dynasty, turned his back to everyone, but suddenly and strangely gave people a tall, majestic, sacred, powerful, noble and other incredible temperament.

Taking him out alone may not give people a very shocking feeling, because they will subconsciously ignore these.

But if two people are placed side by side, and their identities and bloodlines are obviously different, this contrast will give people a huge shock.

Standing in front of Meng Zhao, a dignified descendant of the Sui and Yang royal families, turned into a servant or a servant, which was also strange.

Everyone held their breath and continued watching.

Meng Zhao and Mu Yi simultaneously stepped into the pressure range restricted by the hidden dragon veins.

However, contrary to everyone's expectations, Mu Yi was indeed extremely relaxed, just like Gan Mingfeng before, without any discomfort.

Like birds flying into the sky, fish swimming into the sea.

Relaxed, free, and at ease, as if walking on the right path.

In contrast, a wall of air visible to the naked eye appeared strangely around Meng Zhao, which was constantly squeezing towards him, and even formed various vortices and tornado shapes.

Such a scene and such a contrast are really interesting.

After all, Meng Zhao said before that he seemed to be in control of everything, so why did he stretch his hips when he came up and not be as relaxed and comfortable as Gan Mingfeng?