Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Zheng Kexie did not notice the abnormal behavior of his junior sister, but suppressed the awkwardness and discomfort in his heart, invited Meng Zhao to sit down, and took the initiative to pour Meng Zhao a cup of clear green tea with white mist.

"Mr. Meng, this time I invite you to come, which is quite a bit like Meng Lang. However, it is all because my senior brother was defeated by Mr. Meng. I also heard that Shen Tianci of the Shen family in Jinling highly praised Mr. Meng and regarded him as his future rival. I am really itching. I couldn't bear it, so I wanted to ask Mr. Meng for some tips to resolve my long-lasting wish."

Meng Zhao showed his kind side, so Zheng Kexie naturally had no reason to act forcefully and directly. Instead, he said some nice words, first complimenting Meng Zhao, and then clarifying that Meng Zhao was satisfying his curiosity rather than seeking revenge.

On one side, Tang Linger's bright eyes flickered. Although Meng Zhao had a good skin that made people blush and their hearts beat, martial arts did not pay attention to appearance. Strong strength meant strong, and weak strength meant weak.

Since Meng Zhao could defeat Shi Siming at the same level, he would not be a weakling.

She is a martial arts practitioner, so she is naturally curious about how powerful Meng Zhao's martial arts is. Moreover, the Meng family's Red Flag Order is also widely circulated and prestigious, which makes people want to explore more.

Meng Zhao took a rather rough gulp of the white mist-filled fragrant tea, but he had an indescribable and unrestrained attitude. He was not afraid or worried, and said directly,

"It turns out that's the case. It's quite simple. Meng also loved to compete with others in martial arts. It was a way and method for both parties to improve.

I know that my senior fellow apprentice, Shi Shaoxia, has learned the Mysterious Fire Sutra. He has cultivated his own Mysterious Fire True Power, and his transformation is even better than that of my Meng Family Red Flag Order. It is indeed a first-rate martial arts stunt, extraordinary. I don’t know what Brother Zheng has learned. What's the name? "

As soon as he said these words, Zheng Kexie looked at Meng Zhao with a closer look.

Just because Meng Zhao called Shi Siming Shi Shaoxia and called him Brother Zheng, it was obvious who was close and who was far away.

When it comes to the unique skills he has learned, Zheng Kexie is also quite proud and does not hide it,

"What I have learned is called Rouyun Dangri Sword Sutra. It was painstakingly created by my ancestors. It focuses on intention, followed by moves. The inner breath I practice is a breath of sword energy, which is very sharp. Brother Meng, let's see My sword."

Involuntarily, the title changed from Mr. Meng to Brother Meng. As he spoke, Zheng Kexie pointed his hands together, using his fingers as swords, and made two moves on the side of the coffee table. Meng Zhao's eyes shone brightly, and he couldn't help but nod his head in admiration.

In fact, I have never tried the move personally, and it is only a brief gesture of three moves and two moves. In terms of sword moves, it cannot be said to be very sophisticated, but the agility hidden in it is extraordinary.

Just because Meng Zhao looked at it with his spirit, a wisp of sword energy condensed on the sword finger, as if it was transformed into a group of flexible and changeable clouds. However, the energy was so sharp that it gave him the feeling that it was better than a real sword. Much sharper.

Flexibility and sharpness are obviously two completely different characteristics, but they were mixed together in such a strange way to form such a strange inner breath sword energy that Meng Zhaodu couldn't help but look sideways.

It's no wonder that Zheng Kexie is so confident despite knowing that his senior brother is unable to defeat Meng Zhao even if his strength is limited. He does have two skills.

However, Meng Zhao is no longer what he used to be. Some time has passed since his battle with Shi Siming. He has had many strange encounters and his martial arts has greatly improved.

Although he has not completely condensed the foundation of his Dantian and entered the acquired greatness, it is not a problem for him.

Therefore, unlike when dealing with Shi Siming, he did not have to make many calculations to let the other party claim his own cultivation level. Instead, he directly said,

"What a sword spirit. Brother Zheng's swordsmanship is really powerful, and Meng is also very happy to see it.

Let's do this, in order not to hurt the harmony, and this is not a place for fighting.

Let's use the area around the coffee table as a battlefield and compete with our hands, how about that? "

Zheng Kexie didn't expect that Meng Zhao's brain circuit was always so strange. The same thing was obviously very strict in his mind, but in other people's hands, it could be played out.

But after thinking about it carefully, if he simply refers to the sword, the power of his Rouyun Dangri Sword Sutra will definitely not be swayed like a sharp blade, so he will suffer some hidden disadvantages.

But in terms of cultivation, Meng Zhao was obviously at a disadvantage, but he did not let him declare his own cultivation as he did to Shi Siming before.

One plus and one minus, the two seemed to be barely tied, making this competition almost fair.

For a moment, I couldn't help but secretly sigh in my heart, this Meng Zhao is really resourceful and smart, no wonder he was able to prosper in such a short time after returning to the family, he does have his own skills.

"Okay, Brother Meng's proposal is exactly what I want. I have always heard that the Meng family's Red Flag Order is fierce and domineering, melting gold and making iron. Brother Meng will do his best later, so there is no need to have any scruples."

After saying that, he rolled up the long sleeves of his Taoist robe to his elbows, and then thrust a "sword" toward Meng Zhao from across the air. The target was Meng Zhao's position in the middle hall. The sword energy whistled and pierced the air, causing the airflow to fluctuate. There was also an indescribable and chilling energy rising.

Meng Zhao did not use his iron-smelting hand, but pointed out the same way. The red flag in his body caused the inner breath to roll out. It moved with a special mental method and condensed an extremely weird fingering force, which was impartial and could not be avoided. Avoid, facing the soft clouds and the sword point.

The movements of both of them were like scribbling without any real intention, but Tang Ling'er on the other side was from a large family, had a great inheritance, and also had good eyesight, so he could see that the two of them wanted to win through changes in their internal cultivation.

If the sword energy and finger strength were really released without any scruples, it would be able to pass through even a foot-thick bluestone without any hindrance.

The two fingers were still checking the distance of about half an inch in the void before they suddenly stopped. There was a popping sound of bubbles exploding in the middle, and then there was a ripple in the void, and the two fingers retreated at the same time.

The difference is that Zheng Kexie's sword finger is as red as fire, like a hot iron, exuding a strong sense of heat.

At the same time, this scorching power continued to spread into his body along his fingers, and extremely strangely "slit" the meridians in his body, locking his inner breath. Even if he used the inner breath of his own sword to break through, it would not work for a while. It is also difficult to break open.

This finger energy actually turned into a series of cages, imprisoning the inner energy of all the limbs and bones in his body in one place, making it difficult to control and circulate. The subtlety of it was truly shocking to Zheng Kexie, something he had never heard of or seen before.

It was the Prisoner Dragon Finger that Meng Zhao obtained from a massacre at his place of rest.

After a period of research and the blessing and practice of Zhaotianjing, although it cannot be as effective as the Tiandu Hidden Dragon Jue, it still has some power and can be used in battles.

Meng Zhao's fingers were not much better. The shortcomings in his internal strength were not easy to smooth over. A drop of blood appeared on the tip of his finger, and there was a wound on it that was as big as a pinprick.

However, the injuries only ended there. The sword energy did not break through his body-protecting power in the end, and was completely consumed by the blazing red flag order.

On the surface, it seemed that Meng Zhao had lost in this light-hearted argument between the two. After all, he had seen blood.

However, in fact, it was Zheng Kexie who suffered a big loss, and the energy channels in his body were momentarily stagnant and blocked.

If it were truly a life-and-death fight, just this moment of time difference would have been enough for Meng Zhao to kill him more than ten times.