Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

“What a unique person!”

This was the first impression that ran through Meng Zhao's mind after seeing the flower-picking Taoist priests, especially the close contact between Lao Si and Lao Wu that was full of contradictions and resentments, and the almost identical looks and figures of Lao Liu and Lao Qi.

Of course, there is another thing they have in common, and that is the evil energy in the Minshan Seven Monsters, as well as the iron-blooded and powerful energy that has gone through hundreds of battles.

This is the person he is looking for. To a certain extent, Baishi City is not as good as them. +

After all, Bai Shicheng is just a famous swordsman, a person who is used more as a bodyguard than a thug. But this group of people is different. What they did most in the past was killing people, and they were all masters, many of whom were innately strong.

Compared with the surprise and satisfaction in Meng Zhao's heart, Taoist Master Zhahua and others felt a little embarrassed.

Appearing in front of them were three men.

An old man, skinny, with the strongest qi, has entered the innate stage, but his qi and blood are dry, so there is no need to worry.

A bearded man of unknown age, with strong qi and blood, and strong muscles. He may have practiced some kind of horizontal training method, and he looked good the day after tomorrow. Unfortunately, his cultivation level was too low to pose a threat to them.

The last person really looks eye-catching. Aside from his handsome appearance and tall posture, his domineering and stern look completely makes people ignore the fact that his cultivation level is still low. With purple eyes and purple hair, he had strange visions and looked like a big shot.

Of course, no matter how much he acts like a big shot, it cannot change the fact that he is still an acquired warrior. In other words, he still cannot cause any harm to the Six Monsters of Minshan.

So, wouldn't the dignity, caution, and fear of facing a powerful enemy they had displayed before become a joke?

Especially the flower-picking Taoist, thinking of his behavior as if facing Meng Jizu, he wished he could turn back time and hide in the house without coming out.

Several other people had the same idea. Not to mention the eldest brother and the second brother, who would have thought that these three guys would come?

"Are you Meng Zhao? From the Meng family of Nan'an"

Without making much distinction, Taoist Picker of Flowers had already figured out who the three of them were, so he took two steps forward in the direction of Meng Zhao and asked with inquiry in his eyes.

Meng Zhao smiled and nodded, knowing that this person should be the third of the Seven Monsters of Minshan, the Taoist Taoist Flower Picker who obviously practices boy skills, but is often mistaken for a lecher because of his title.

"Yes, it's me."

The flower-picking Taoist's face instantly froze, his eyebrows raised, and his indifferent eyes seemed to be pierced by two sharp swords.

"I'm very curious. Since you know our identities, why did you only bring these two people to find us? Do you think that we were seriously injured in the last battle and you three can capture us?"

Meng Zhao shook his head and looked up at the sky. The heavy snow still did not stop. At this time, there was already a layer of snow more than half a foot thick on the ground. He said,

"This is not the place to talk. If you don't want to cause trouble, you'd better go in and talk."

The Taoist Taoist who picked flowers once again remembered the fairy-like voice of the fourth child. After thinking about it, he did not refuse. He turned sideways and pointed in the direction of the door.

"please!"

Although Meng Zhao was also worried in his heart and his palms were sweating, he still remained very calm. He threw away his arms and strode towards the yard, as if it was not a dangerous place but just the door of a good friend's house.

But in fact, both parties know that if they can negotiate, this place is indeed not dangerous. If they can't, then this place is most likely to be a dragon's pool and a tiger's den, a kind of cannibal.

However, Meng Zhao was not without confidence. The key point was that he had really found the Six Monsters of Minshan in the location given to him by Liang Muchiu. This was very important information.

Normally, they suffered a disastrous defeat in front of the Meng family, and some people were seriously injured. It was very dangerous to stay in Nan'an, and it was normal to leave as soon as possible.

But why don't they leave?

On the one hand, the Meng family was conducting a strict investigation. On the other hand, they might be waiting for Liang Muchiu. It took them so long to do this, which shows Liang Muchiu's status and importance among the seven people.

This gave Meng Zhao great confidence to promote this recruitment.

Lu Zhong and the bearded Zhou Hu quickly followed Meng Zhao, standing behind him on the left and right.

Although they were unsure, they could only follow Meng Zhao's decision but could not violate it. In other words, they were just tools.

"Hey, this guy seems like a character, he's brave enough. I kind of like him."

The ugly-looking Lao Wu, who had a big head and a small body, smiled, showing a mouth full of black teeth, and secretly bit his ear next to his wife.

People who are courageous will always be favored by others, while those who are submissive and timid will be looked down upon by others.

Although there is no distinction between the two personalities, people themselves, as a collection of emotions, have their own preferences.

The beautiful woman was thoughtful. She had guessed that Meng Zhaoji might bring news about the boss. Now that this young man was so brave and walked directly to their house without worrying about his own safety, she believed in herself even more. judgment.

As soon as he walked into the door, Meng Zhao saw a rusty iron lock falling on the ground behind the door. It seemed that it had been cut off by someone with extremely sharp energy. He soon realized that this group of people might be there. I have lived here for such a long time, and I have not even walked through the main entrance. I have always climbed over the wall and entered very cautiously.

This discovery once again deepened the evaluation of these people in Meng Zhao's heart. Although he had to be a thug and a killer, someone who was brave and resourceful was obviously more advanced.

The group of people hurriedly walked into the room. The flower-picking Taoist introduced Meng Zhao to the second son, Big Iron Hammer, while Lu Zhong and Zhou Hu were ignored.

As soon as Big Iron Hammer heard that he was from the Meng family, he instantly had murderous intent. He glanced at Meng Zhao as if he were looking at a dead person, gritted his teeth and said,

"You people from the Meng family still dare to come? What I am now is all thanks to Wang Tianlei. Are you ready to suffer for him?"

Meng Zhao suddenly realized that some of his ideas had gone awry, and the situation seemed a little bad.

From the outside, the man on the couch is definitely a tough man who is braver than a bearded man. But now he has turned into a sick cat. The culprit is Wang Tianlei. How can he not hate him?

He hates both Wang Tianlei and the Meng family, and of course, he is among them.

Meng Zhao was confident that he would be able to capture the six innates in one fell swoop. This was because none of the Seven Monsters of Minshan died in the battle that day. According to his estimation, even if he was injured at the beginning, he should be almost healed. With Liang Muqiu The relationship is that there is little conflict.

Now I find that something is very wrong.

Minshan's second child actually looked like he was dying. Fortunately, he was not dead, otherwise he would really be in trouble this time.

That’s what I thought in my heart, but I didn’t give in with my mouth.

"The second master is joking. In the first battle, you were the one who provoked us. We, the Meng family, fought back in self-defense. If we lose, we will hold a grudge. It really lacks the grace and magnanimity of an innate martial artist."