Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

"What about Wang Tianlei? Second brother, you stop this man and watch me kill the Meng family kid."

The strong man who can be famous and has his own title in the martial arts world is indeed different from the ordinary cowardly bandits. Even though he knew that Wang Tianlei's appearance meant that there might be more masters hiding among the knights, he still did not retreat at all.

The third brother of Minshan was the beautiful young woman who used the ghost whip. She had curved eyebrows and eyes like autumn moons, but she was fierce and murderous, and she said loudly.

At the same time, the dark and metallic long whip in his hand crackled.

Originally, it was soft and drooping, but after being infused with special true energy, it suddenly became as straight as a sword. When it passed through the void, it caused waves of black air ripples and made waves of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

For a moment, it seemed as if the Nine Nether Hell had descended on the earth, making this long street like a ghost den.

The black air surged with the dual power of corrosion and confusion, layer upon layer, rising like a mountain, pressing down, and the shrill roar accompanied by the power of tearing people's hearts continued for a long time.

The origin of the Chegui Whip is unknown. It is suspected to be a relic of the evil sect Wan Guimen in the Middle Ages. Of course, in the vast history, many information has been fragmented, and Wan Guimen is even more of a historical cloud and no longer exists. Whether it is true or not, no one can tell.

But one thing is undeniable, the Chegui Whip is indeed a powerful and unique whip method, penetrating the netherworld ghost path, the four seas and ten directions, and the person hit by it will not only suffer physical damage, but also the soul will seem to suffer indescribable trauma.

Meng Wen gritted his teeth and held the sword on the horizontal board of the carriage, motionless. He firmly believed that since Wang Tianlei appeared, there must be other masters protecting him.

The next moment, this stubborn conjecture was verified.

I saw a knight on the black-scaled horse bursting out a circle of fiery red light, shattering the armor around him and scattering it in all directions. Then he sat on the horse's back and pinched the direction where the black air was surging with one hand.

The palm of the hand controls the world, turning the clouds and rain, which is not enough to describe the domineering, spirit, and charm of this pinch.

The terrifying fiery red handprint appeared out of thin air, as if a second sun appeared in the sky, extremely hot, baking the void with twisted airflow swirling, and wisps of flames scattered on the ground, instantly burning the bluestone into black, and then the big hand made the same clenching action as the knight.

The next moment, the shrill ghost fog was crushed by the condensed fiery red hand, and the black fog evaporated rapidly like water vapor.

The beautiful young woman who was waving the whip had her trick broken, her face turned pale, and she took a step back without a trace, her eyes cold,

"Red Flag Order?"

Meng Wen was even more surprised and cried, and his tears almost came out. The celebration and joy in his heart were beyond words.

If Wang Tianlei just gave him a reassurance, then the appearance of this person made him as stable as Mount Tai, without any worries.

"Third Uncle!"

The surging power that was as red as flowing fire and blooming like the morning sun, what else could it be but the famous Red Flag Order of the Meng family?

Meng Wen did not expect that his third uncle would condescend to be a little knight to protect him. This was really, really, and words could not describe the complexity in his heart for a while.

"Haha, Wen'er, don't be afraid. Let's solve these ghosts and monsters today, so that they know that Nan'an is the territory of our Meng family, not a place where these evil ways can run wild."

The handsome middle-aged Taoist priest Zhaihua Daoren snorted coldly, looking at Meng Hongdao, who was obviously elegant and well-educated, but had an extremely domineering and strong martial arts style, and took the initiative to invite him to fight.

"The third son of the Meng family, I have heard of your name in my early years.

It's a pity that the second son with the highest qualification and the most potential died young, leaving only you and your The two elder brothers are the ones who have stabilized the family business and rarely made a move. I didn't expect that they could practice such amazing martial arts.

Okay, I am Zhaihua. Today, I will use the Xuanzhong Jingang I have learned to teach you the magical skills of the Meng family's Red Flag Order. "

After saying that, he put the whisk in his hand behind his waist, and slapped his long and thick palm with a light golden color in the air. A golden air wave turned into a half moon and swept towards Meng Hongdao, tearing the earth in half with a rumble, splashing countless dust and debris. The condensation and thickness of his true energy far exceeded that of ordinary innate masters.

This is the domineering power of Xuanzhong Jingang. The Taoist magic has made special achievements in Qi training. If this skill can really train Qi into Gang, the power of Jingang will be indestructible. At this time, Zhaihua Taoist is still a long way from this realm.

To be honest, the so-called picking flowers and flying leaves, or the technique of flicking the whisk with the hand, are just some superficial applications of the Xuanzhong Jin Gang. A congenital master, and a famous master like him, his martial arts are naturally powerful.

Meng Hongdao smiled proudly, this man is also worthy of a fight, patted the black-scaled horse with his hand, jumped into the air, and grabbed with one claw, the claw wind turned into hundreds of scattered fiery red energy to dissolve the indestructible Xuanzhong Jin Gang, understating it, without causing any waves.

If the previous domineering pinch was strength, then this claw in the air was a skill, which was enough to show that Meng Hongdao's martial arts strength was by no means ordinary, and it could not even be said that these were all his martial arts achievements.

Just as Meng Jizu married a daughter of the Kong family, Meng Hongdao's wife An Hui was also from Baitou Mountain, after all, she was from a holy land sect, at least it was of great help to Meng Hongdao's martial arts practice.

Just then, several figures jumped out from the knights and met the remaining few of the Minshan Seven Monsters, fighting fiercely.

Those knights who had not dressed up could not intervene in such a battle at all, and could only guard Meng Wen closely.

If they wanted to escape at this time, it would be tantamount to giving the enemies a chance. Only by staying still could they avoid exposing their flaws.

However, Meng Wen still felt uneasy. If the Minshan boss didn't show up for a moment, he couldn't calm down for a moment.

Suddenly, a looming figure landed on the top of the carriage where Meng Wen was sitting, as if silently.

Uncle Jinxiu, with a majestic golden crown and thick eyebrows like knives, exuded an aura of boundless domineering. He glanced in two directions and frowned slightly.

When Meng Wen saw this person, his heart finally fell to the ground, and he quickly bowed and saluted,

"The child has seen his father."

Meng Jizu hummed, quite satisfied with his performance.

"You stay here and don't move around. Everything is under control. Just wait for the result.

I'm going to find the boss of the Minshan Seven Monsters. You should be more careful. "

With that said, he jumped up and flew thirty feet into the air, flying a distance of nearly a hundred meters, arriving in an instant.

A waterfall like lava poured down towards a shop. Even though they were so far apart, everyone in the battle circle still felt that the temperature around them had risen sharply, like a furnace. It even made innate masters like them... My blood is boiling, my mouth is dry, and I am even more tired than walking in the desert for ten days and nights. This power is really overbearing.

And in the shop, a ten-foot-long green sword light rose up like a sword, slashing at the waterfall of red flames from bottom to top without showing any signs of weakness. An astonishing battle had begun.

It was a secret place that no one paid attention to but Meng Jizu was slightly aware of it.

An old beggar with a red nose wiped the cold sweat from his face, touched his treasure bag with dirty palms, and muttered,

"My darling, this boy Meng is incredible. He is not far away from reaching perfection in refining the Gang and condensing divine will. Is it possible that the Meng family will have another grandmaster?

It seems that the girl is no match for Meng Xiaozi. No, I have to go and take a look. "

Just after the word "Look" fell, the whole person had disappeared without a trace, and his movement skills were also a mystery.