Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

However, his mind was like the sea, unfathomable, and he could control himself. He quickly suppressed his complicated thoughts and said,

"Master Mingxia, I can ignore your rude words just now, but now it involves your own direct disciples, but I have to calibrate the correlation.

Will you agree to be a witness for this battle, or will you not agree?

If not, I, Zhao'er of the Meng family, will be spared trouble, but it will be a pity for your disciple's ambition. "

Mingxia's face was filled with anger, and the two Meng brothers sang along, forcing him to place a bet.

If he doesn't respond and looks down on his disciples, although Shi Siming's body is intact, his ambition may be completely frustrated and his whole person will be completely destroyed. If he responds, he is really not sure, which is really embarrassing for him.

Also, if Shi Siming loses, will he really have to work as a cow and horse for the Meng family's children in the future?

I was angry for a moment and froze where I was, but couldn't come up with an idea.

At this time, the female Taoist Mingyin from the Fire Dragon Cave's eyes was like a flood, and Qingyin whispered,

"The opportunity is rare. If it is just a two-person battle, it would be a big deal if so many of us were to testify. It would be better to have more people participate, so that the juniors can share their knowledge and confirm what they have learned. It will be of great benefit to one's own practice.

Senior Zhao, the two children you brought this time are also quite outstanding, why don't we show them off together. "

Meng Zhao's eyes were calm, and he stood in the lobby very calmly and respectfully. He saw that this female Taoist Mingyin was beautiful, with the pure face of a girl and the plump figure of a young woman. Although she was not stunningly beautiful, she was still a beautiful lady.

I thought she was just good at martial arts, but unexpectedly she was quite quick-witted and directly transformed the fight between the two into a stage for future generations of disciples to compete and perform. In this way, even if Meng Zhao defeated Shi Siming, it would be a blow to this young hero Shi. It won't be too big. This was proposed considering Master Mingxia's personality of caring for his disciples.

Once the nature of the matter changes from a private fight to a public discussion, private gambling will no longer be possible.

Of course, this does not affect the previous agreement between Meng Zhao and Shi Siming. After all, they still have a personal feud.

The old man with white hair and thick beard nodded, stroked his beard and praised,

"A good suggestion. Fire Dragon Cave is a holy land of martial arts, and the Meng family is also a martial arts family with a long history. Speaking of which, my Zhao family has the weakest foundation. If I have this opportunity, of course I will not miss it."

Apparently Zhao Kang was very moved by this proposal.

What he said is true. Fire Dragon Cave is one of the thirteen. Although it is suspected of occupying the founding dividend, it is indeed a martial arts master. There is no doubt about it.

The Red Flag Order of the Meng family is also famous all over the world, and Meng Shentong was also the best among the masters at the beginning. He defeated the spear king Zhao Mu, which shows how powerful he is.

Of course, the ones who were even more excited were the young people standing in the hall.

They were newborn calves, a time when they were brave and eager to fight. Given this opportunity, they were all confident.

As for those who are not confident, they can turn a blind eye when the time comes.

Anyway, Mingyin's intention is very clear. This stage is used to show oneself, not to expose one's shortcomings.

If they feel that they are not good at martial arts, they don't have to participate, and no one will force them with a knife.

As a result, Meng Jizu and Meng Hongdao could not continue to hinder them, so they could only lead everyone to the nearby martial arts field, evacuate some Meng family warriors who were practicing inside, and make room.

The foundation is made of horizontally striped stones, and the building is square and square. In front of the arena, which is about fifteen meters in diameter, a wooden pole over five feet high stands, with a large red flag fluttering in the wind at the top. It seems to be overflowing under the sunlight. Flame, majestic.

On the four sides of the arena, there are seven steps leading to the center of the arena. On the east and west sides, there are special wooden racks, which are filled with various weapons, such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks. Their quality is outstanding and their cold light shines.

On weekdays, most of the warriors raised by the Meng family can come here to practice fighting, or to settle personal grievances. It is definitely not a show-off.

A group of innate masters sat upright on the Grand Master's chair brought by the Meng family's servants, while the juniors stood obediently behind them.

Meng Hongdao clapped his hands gently, attracting everyone's attention to him, and asked,

"Master Mingxia, how should we fight? Should your disciple and my Zhao'er start the fight, or should it be the finale?"

Mingxia looked at her disciple and saw that his eyes were bright and he was nailing Meng Zhao to death without blinking. His breath was rising and falling, and he was obviously impatient.

His face looked a little ugly and he said,

"They have played a game with each other and know each other well, so let them play first."

He was also helpless, there was no difference between morning and evening.

Meng Hongdao laughed, looked proudly at Meng Zhao, who was always calm and composed, and said without hesitation,

"Okay, then Zhao'er, you can have sex with Shi Siming first, don't be careless."

Meng Zhao nodded and said nothing.

Standing on pointe, with his hands behind his back, he landed at one end of the wide and hard ring, standing silently.

His movement seems to be just ordinary, neither extremely fast nor clever in maneuvering. If I had to put it into words, the word "steady" would be the most appropriate way to describe it.

However, the Shenfa is a technique to lighten one's body, but it goes against this image, making some Fire Dragon Cave disciples look disdainful.

Mingxia called Shi Siming to her, sighed, her eyes flickered, and hesitated several times. After all, she didn't say anything depressing, and finally encouraged her,

"Siming, you have been studying under my sect for many years. Not only are you talented, but you are also diligent. For someone of your age, you have already mastered martial arts. You don't have to worry too much this time. Just give it a try."

After that, he thought for a while, glanced at the weapon racks on both sides, turned around and asked,

"Meng Jizu, my disciple has learned a lot of things. He is good at boxing, palm skills, and fingering skills. He is also proficient in swordsmanship. I wonder if he can use weapons?"

What he said was true. He himself had practiced many unique skills, taught Zheng Kexie how to practice the Rouyun Dangri Sword Sutra, and had his own research on swordsmanship. Shi Siming was familiar with it, so it was not much different.

Moreover, for warriors, weapons are weapons of killing and increasing their own strength.

Using swords against those with bare hands will always give you a certain advantage.

Just like a magic weapon is better than a bad weapon, a weapon is better than a weapon without a weapon. This is a normal contrast between strengths and weaknesses.

But there are no absolutes, it all depends on the warrior himself.

There are many fierce men in all dynasties who have conquered the world with their fists.

Meng Jizu said nothing, but looked at Meng Zhao on the ring. When he nodded, he agreed with Shi Siming to use the sword.

Shi Siming was not a three-year-old child, so he naturally knew that his master would go to great lengths to let him win.

His heart sank, and he didn't say anything. He turned around and took out a long sword that seemed to be well maintained from the weapon rack. It was about three feet and three inches long. The sword was carved with fine lines for bleeding. It was an absolute murder weapon, not a weapon. He was so arrogant that he stepped onto the stage.

During the process, he tried his best to adjust his breathing evenly and relieve all the pressure and forget about it.

In his eyes, there was only Meng Zhao who was as motionless as a mountain, with his back as long as a spear and a big sword.

He was defeated last time and was dissatisfied with his heart and mouth. This time, he wanted to avenge his previous humiliation.