Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Such behavior is tantamount to taking by force.

The words are quite beautiful. If the treasures of the Sun family don't belong to Mr. Sun, do they belong to him?

However, such shameless and disrespectful banditry seems so ordinary against the backdrop of Lu Zhong's powerful innate martial arts.

It's like asking for something that belongs to you.

Would an ordinary person, or one with insufficient force, dare to speak like this?

Not to mention that Meng Zhao not only wanted treasures, but also Sun Yuanwai’s basic martial arts, which was even more excessive.

Of course, Member Sun would not obey Meng Zhao so easily. Instead, he pretended to be at a loss and said, "

"This, your Excellency, is incomprehensible and I can't understand it at all.

If you are asking for money, I can give you all the property in my house. I just ask you not to hurt me. "

As he said this, his face, which was clearly full of energy and determination, showed a hint of fear.

In terms of acting, I can't say that I'm superb, but I'm very experienced in it.

It is also difficult for a master whose cultivation level is close to the top of the acquired world to act in such a useless manner.

Meng chuckled lightly, put his slender white palm on the corner of the round table, bent his fingers, exerted force, and with a click, he directly broke open a corner of the extremely hard and thick rosewood table edge.

Then he used his hand as a bow, flicked the pieces of wood in his hand and threw them toward Yuan Wai Sun's forehead.

There was a shrill sound that tore through the air. Although he did not use any particularly exquisite throwing techniques, Meng Zhao had great strength in his hands and fast throwing speed. With the blessing of his strong spirit and extraordinary eyesight, the direction was also first-rate. One precision.

It is a great threat to any Houtian warrior.

There was no warning in this move. If Sun Yuanwai could not dodge, he would definitely die. If he could dodge, it would be enough to expose his disguise. The only thing to worry about is that Sun Yuanwai really doesn't understand martial arts, or his martial arts is not good enough. To the extent that it can block his hand.

As for his only concern, Meng Zhao didn't think there was anything to hold back on. After all, the possibility was too slim.

If the other party dies, he deserves it.

Sure enough, although Sun Yuanwai was keen on disguising himself, showing weakness, and then plotting against his opponents, in the face of such a life-and-death crisis, he did not dare to delay or slack off at all, and took action instinctively.

I saw a bright light flashing from his angry eyes, making a palm with one hand, concealing the strength in the palm, and slapped it hard in the direction of the strong wind, and a string of strength like exploding firecrackers came out .

The invisible but fierce palm force directly intercepted the flying wood fragments in mid-air and stopped them instantly, as if there was a city wall made of steel in front of him.

The huge reaction force directly shook the wood pieces into pieces, which fell to the ground.

"Good palm skills, good kung fu, Sun Yuanwai's skills are profound. I'm afraid that none of the guarding warriors in your mansion can be the enemy of Yuanwai. So, Yuanwai, do you still want to hide it?"

Meng Zhao estimated in his mind that the opponent's palm, purely in terms of palm strength, was much stronger than his use of the iron hand to break the mountain. Moreover, the opponent may not have used all his strength, so this martial art was really terrifying.

If it really came to a one-on-one fight, he could only use his many superb martial arts skills to deal with it, and the chance of winning was less than 60%.

Fortunately, he is not alone. He has extremely experienced innate masters like Lu Zhong under his command, so he doesn't have to go out and fight life and death himself. Such a test move is already qualified.

At this time, Sun Yuanwai showed signs of martial arts. Looking at the masked Meng Zhao, a horrifying murderous intention loomed deep in his eyes.

If he hadn't struck back just now, he would have died. This masked man was really cruel and had a fierce temper.

"Who are you? Julu Hou Mansion, Fire Dragon Cave, or Meng Family?"

Meng Zhao shook his head and said slightly disappointed,

"You are not a fool, how could you ask such a stupid thing?

If I had no intention of concealing my identity, why would I come here with my face covered?

Since you have the intention to hide it, it’s in vain if you ask, I won’t tell you. "

"Executive member Sun, you are a smart man, you can tell from the suspicion formation that night.

Therefore, smart people should act like smart people.

Although your martial arts skills are high, you still cannot escape the scope of acquired skills. In this case, how many moves can you make in the hands of the master behind me?

Three moves or five moves? Even if you can survive three or five moves, what happens next?

Some people only look at the process but not the results. I don’t think you are such a person.

I would like to advise you, don't make any unnecessary resistance, otherwise you will make me angry. I don't want to kill anyone, but I have to do it even if I don't want to.

Kill two people and let you know what heartache is and what regret is. "

Meng Zhao's tone of voice was full of blood, and there was no concealment of the ferocious aura in his exposed eyes.

If you want to press, press the opponent hard until he can't breathe, otherwise it's just a waste of time.

In fact, if Sun Yuanwai were not so skilled in martial arts, he might attract the attention of the outside world once he resorted to violence.

How could Meng Zhao talk so much to the other party? Wouldn't it be much better to just take him down and then torture him?

He didn't believe that the other party was a man of steel who could act like some specially trained agents, possessing an extremely strong will and not yielding to any torture.

Seeing that Sun Yu was deep in thought, Meng Zhao smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth hidden under the black cloth, and took the subdued servant Atang from Lu Zhong.

Before Sun Yuanwai could react, he grabbed the young man's right little finger and tore it off.

After a tearing sound, the skin and flesh were separated, the flesh and blood were blurred, and a stream of blood spattered out, looking extremely cruel.

Although I can't move, the pain is still there and the touch is still there.

When the little finger of his right hand was severed, the young man shed tears of pain and fainted.

Sun Yuanwai's expression changed drastically. He could not care about the lifeless young man on the hospital bed, but he could not ignore Atang, the young man. This was the only flesh and blood he had.

"you"

However, he only spat out the word "you" in a mixture of shock and anger, and Meng Zhao gently threw aside the bloody fingers in his hand.

Then he slowly pointed at Atang's ring finger.

Even Lu Zhong, who was behind Meng Zhao, felt a little chilled in his heart.

Killing is not considered skill, but being able to make the person who kills afraid is skill.

His young master was so cruel and bloody that even he had to be afraid of him.

"What do you want to say?

My time is limited, if you waste an extra quarter of an hour, maybe this kid will have fewer parts.

Don't tell me any nonsense that you don't care about.

This kid has practiced martial arts in the same vein as you. If you really don't care, he will be of no use to me, and it won't be a pity to kill him.

Now, make your final choice.

Should you cooperate with me obediently, or should you continue to delay and pretend to be crazy? "

Meng Zhao's combination of punches was like a violent storm, continuous and pervasive.

Use force as a guarantee, use words to disturb the opponent's mind, and use practical and ruthless actions to oppress the opponent heavily.

At this moment, Sun Yuanwai was basically in a desperate situation.

He looked at the bleeding wound of Atang, the young man, and felt heartbroken. He resisted the urge to take action and nodded reluctantly,

"Okay, don't hurt him. Whatever you ask for, I will agree to it."

Meng Zhao smiled and sent the boy back to Lu Zhong to take care of him. Then he stood up, clapped his hands and praised,

"He who knows the current affairs is a hero. You made a wise choice."