Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

His old face, which looked like old tree bark, suddenly glowed with a strange light, and he was very happy.

People from villages like them have almost never produced any powerful figures. They spend their whole lives just wandering around in the mountains and dirt. What future can they have?

If a powerful martial arts expert can really come out, the whole village will benefit. He nodded immediately and said,

"Don't worry, general. I will go to Sangouzi's house to talk it through. I just hope that the child can come back to see his family more often in the future to avoid any trouble!"

Yuhuashen nodded proudly, but didn't say anything else. He just wanted to cultivate talented people, and he didn't do anything harmful to nature. Of course, he wouldn't stop people from coming back for family reunions on time.

When the elder was about to say something else, Yu Huashen's expression suddenly changed. A pair of eyes like the scorching sun burst out with bright light. He looked in a distant direction, and the aura leaked almost distorted the air. It was terrifying. Like a demon.

"This aura, the powerful bloodline power, far exceeds that of this kid. Could it be that he is the person destined by Ziwei Star?"

Even though Yuhuashen was several miles away, he could still feel the powerful, sacred, and majestic power, like a god who towered over the nine heavens. This was not something that ordinary people could compare with.

He felt happy in his heart, fearing that the person who had leaked the secret would run away, and without even saying a word to the men he had brought with him, he stepped on his foot, and a terrifying wave of air directly lifted everyone around him away, and Yuhuashen turned into a red lightning bolt. The light shot up from the ground and flew in one direction. Even because the speed was too fast, the whole body rubbed against the air, making a series of sharp whistles, startling countless birds.

Thanks to Yuhuashen's extremely powerful physical body, someone with a slightly weaker physique would have collapsed and died under such powerful oppression...

Here, Meng Zhao is still in the netherworld, ethereal meditation, imagining the real dragon. The purple real dragon tattoo on his back is squirming faintly, and his body has turned into a dragon pond, with countless real dragons gathering and wandering...

On both sides of the forehead, two illusory dragon horns flickered with purple light, and dragon scales flickered on the skin.

The young dragon Xiaojiu, who had originally turned into a belt with his magical powers, had coiled around Meng Zhao's shoulder at some point. The dragon's tail hooked Meng Zhao's arm. The dragon's eyes were closed tightly, and it made a subtle breathing sound. I’m learning Meng Zhao’s visualization.

One person and one dragon, each other's breath gradually blends into one.

Meng Zhao borrowed the spirit of the dragon from the young dragon Xiaojiu to comprehend the true meaning of the true dragon. The originally illusory true dragon picture gradually gained bones and muscles, and its illusory aura became solid.

Xiao Jiu, on the other hand, borrowed the pure dragon breath emitted from Meng Zhao's dragon body to purify his own bloodline and expand his potential.

The combination of human and dragon realizes the Taoist method of superior dual cultivation, intentionally or unintentionally.

This double cultivation is not simply about a man and a woman consummating their relationship, picking up yin and replenishing yang, or taking yang and replenishing yin, but the breath blends and circulates to make up for each other's shortcomings and flaws, making it even more precious.

However, Meng Zhao, who was constantly strengthening his foundation, suddenly moved, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He opened his eyes, and a purple glow appeared in his eyes. There was a trace of heart palpitations in his eyes that could not be concealed.

"What happened just now? My whole body seemed to be pressed down by a huge mountain, and I couldn't breathe. My mind warned me that some disaster was about to happen. Who is going to harm me?"

Meng Zhao let the young Jiao Xiaojiu wrap around his waist again, and burned the profound martial arts he had just written down to black ashes, and then fell into deep thought.

At this time, from the distant sky, there was a faint, sharp sound that broke through the air like the roar of a Buddha and an eagle, which shocked Meng Zhao. The spiritual warning brought by his deep cultivation just now seemed to have an answer.

He immediately shouted, "Stop!"

Then he stood up, pushed open the car, and walked out.

Lu Le, who was driving the car, was a little puzzled. He put away his riding whip and asked with a round face in confusion,

"Master, are you feeling tired? Do you want to ask Han Lu or Zhu'er to come over and take care of you?"

Since he was on his way, Meng Zhao had spent most of his time in the carriage. When performing martial arts exercises, he did not want to have a woman by his side. Only when he felt a little tired did he ask Han Lu or Zhu'er to come over and squeeze his shoulders and beat his legs. , enjoy it.

Meng Zhao glared at him, knowing that Lu Le's cultivation was not yet innate, and his special physique and sensitivity were not as good as his, so he didn't know what the faint eagle whistle that came from him meant.

"Meng Zhao, someone is coming, and he is a very strong person. You have to be careful later. If it doesn't work, just run away!"

Liang Muqiu, dressed in a green warrior uniform, jumped from the carriage behind with a sword in hand, landed next to Meng Zhao and said.

Her beautiful face showed a rare solemnity, and her clear eyes were full of worry.

Meng Zhao's heart moved and he asked,

"You can't deal with this guy?"

According to the information Meng Zhao had, Liang Muqiu was extremely talented and powerful in martial arts, and the martial arts he mastered was the extremely powerful Qingdi Muhuang Sword. He had few opponents at the two levels of Xiantian Nine Apertures and Zhou Tianxuan.

Even though Meng Jizu was a great master in Qi training and even showed signs of being a master, Liang Muchiu could still fight him with dozens of moves before losing, which shows his talent and martial arts skills.

Under this premise, how strong must be the martial arts of someone who even Liang Muchiu thinks he can't deal with? Comparable to his uncle Meng Jizu?

Liang Muchiu nodded solemnly, her red lips parted slightly, looking at Meng Zhao very worried, and confided,

"I am no match for this man. In terms of energy alone, this man is even more powerful than your uncle. Moreover, his energy and blood are so strong and masculine that it is simply unbelievable. Maybe he is a ferocious beast?"

While the two were talking, a red rainbow light fell on the road in front of the entire convoy like lightning. With a bang, a crater with a radius of several feet was made, sending up smoke and dust.

When the smoke dissipated and the figure of the person inside was revealed, everyone who saw it took a breath, including Meng Zhao himself.

The tallest and most majestic person he has ever seen in his life is his fifth brother Meng Chuan. Calculated in his previous life, he was over 1.9 meters tall. Recently, he has grown towards a height of 2 meters.

When I left the house this time, I wanted to follow him, but was held back by Meng Hongdao. He could only wait for Meng Zhao to establish a foothold in Lingwu City before letting him come over to train with Meng Zhao.

Meng Chuan is already as tall as a little giant, but compared to this person, a creature that can be regarded as a human being, he looks much more delicate and thin, and is not of the same magnitude at all.

The body is about three meters tall. The muscles are as strong as marble. The body is as strong as a mountain. The thighs are much thicker than a human waist. The whole person stands there, looking down. Meng Zhao and others were standing on the carriage.

Not to mention that he was also wearing a golden battle armor that looked like a valuable treasure. Under the dazzling sunshine, he looked majestic and majestic, better than the gods.

Not to mention the majesty of the unparalleled strong man between his eyebrows, the figure alone that is beyond ordinary people and almost demonic has already made people shudder and brought countless pressure.