Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Meng Zhao has always been very lucky and has a tendency to be a son of a plane. However, he is not a real son of a plane after all.

In the afternoon, in the middle of Shen time, that is, around four o'clock in the afternoon.

A large number of people hurried back to the manor.

Many people were injured and looked tired and frightened, as if they had been frightened.

After receiving the news, Meng Zhao took Bai Shicheng and Han Lu and hurried to the gate of the manor.

Most of the people were fine. Although their breaths were more or less weak and their bodies were more or less injured, they didn't look serious.

You can recover by taking care of yourself or resting naturally for a few days.

However, the injuries of two people shocked him.

One is Minshan's second oldest guy, a big hammer. I don't know if he was unlucky or not.

Last time, he was about to die after being beaten by Wang Tianlei, not far from death.

I don't know what kind of heavy blow I received this time, but half of my body was wrapped in a white bandage.

Lying on a simple improvised stretcher, it looks somewhat similar to a mummy.

His breath was also extremely weak, and his originally dark face was as pale as if he had applied makeup.

He was groggy and unresponsive to the outside world. If he hadn't been breathing, he would have almost thought he was dead.

The other one is Lu Le. This guy looks good, with all his arms and legs.

However, the right half of the face was also tightly tied with drugged white gauze, leaving only half of the face clearly visible.

As for Liang Muchiu, the leader of this team, Meng Zhao did not see her among the more than thirty people who returned.

Meng Zhao's face immediately became much uglier. With a long face, he arranged for Bai Shicheng to bring these people into the manor and entertain them with food and wine.

At the same time, Dr. Yang was called to diagnose and treat the injured person and calm his emotions.

He took Lu Le, who had an injury on his face, to a quiet room.

First, he asked Lu Le to sit down, and personally poured him a cup of ginseng tea to recuperate his energy, and then said with uncontrollable anger,

"What happened? The sledgehammer hurt you so badly, and the injuries on your face, who did it?

Also, where is Mu Qing? Where is she and why didn't she come back with you? Who was involved in this matter? "

Too many doubts, too many incomprehensions, were spit out all at once, and flames almost burst out of his eyes.

He doesn't understand. Everyone else is safe and secure.

Liang Muchiu led so many masters, and it should have been an unstoppable journey, but why did it end up in such a miserable state.

Something unexpected must have happened. Could it be that someone secretly intervened?

If that was the case, Meng Zhao would rather know the other party's identity right away and then cause trouble.

The other party just hides it honestly.

If you dare to stand up for Tie Xiong, you can directly blame the conspiracy of poisoning and assassinating him on that person.

By then, the forces behind him may not be able to blatantly protect him.

Lu Le held the ginseng tea and took a sip. Compared with the ugly expression on his face before, he felt more relaxed.

However, because there was an injury on his face, when he spoke, his muscles were affected, causing him to twitch in pain, and he said with a trembling voice,

"Hiss, young master, there is no other force involved, it's Tie Xiongfei, he is so well hidden.

Not only can he compete with Mu Qing in martial arts, he also raised a group of dead soldiers, which caused us a lot of trouble.

However, that's all. I had known that as the leader of the Iron Hands Association, he would have a trump card.

Our power and manpower are far superior to Tie Xiongfei's, and we can capture him right away.

But we didn't expect that he also hid a valuable treasure. At the critical moment, he released it and caught us off guard.

The sledgehammer was seriously injured as a result. My face was also scratched by the aftermath of the power, and I was almost killed.

Also injured were Mu Qing, Jia Qiang, the other monsters, and Lou Guanlan whom you transferred.

Tie Xiongfei fled because of this, and Mu Qing was unwilling to give up. He led other innates to chase him all the way. There should be no danger! "

"The Sledgehammer's injury was too serious. After I hastily arranged the situation there, I quickly came back with my men to see Dr. Yang for treatment."

What Lu Le said was very simple, but the information revealed in it made Meng Zhao a little hard to believe.

The groups of people dispatched this time actually have priorities.

Liang Muchiu's road is the main road, because her corresponding target is Tie Xiongfei, the leader of the Iron Hands.

Therefore, when Meng Zhao initially allocated his forces, he focused accordingly.

Whether they are warriors who are used for low-level fighting and killing, or innate warriors who represent the power of the top, they are all taken care of by Liang Muqiu. According to common sense, there will never be any accidents.

However, an accident did happen.

Moreover, it was not the person behind Tie Xiongfei who acted as Meng Zhao thought, but he himself had the trump card.

Not only did he train a group of dead soldiers, but he also hid a valuable treasure.

Meng Zhao asked with a cold face and his mood getting worse,

"What's the situation with the dead soldiers? Can't even resist the iron cavalry I sent?"

The iron cavalry used by Meng Zhao were all well-trained and had excellent combat capabilities.

Compared to warriors of the same level, one is not afraid of ten against him.

He has a black-scaled horse on his crotch, and a complete set of crossbows, arrows, shields and steel guns in his hands. He can charge like a torrent of steel, or he can dismount and wander around to fight with people.

He is an out-and-out elite man, and it is also one of the secrets given to him by Meng Jizu.

The people he saw outside just now were partly Meng family warriors and partly his group of cavalry whom he regarded as their ace.

Lu Le put the tea cup aside and said carefully,

"The dead soldiers trained by Tie Xiongfei are not many, only about thirty people.

But they all practice the same sword technique.

This sword technique is very strange, the moves are unconventional, and the moves are often unexpected.

Moreover, the force in the sword is not strong at first, but with each move, the force becomes twice as strong as the previous move.

Once they cannot withstand this sharply rising terrifying power, the person using the knife will explode directly like a thunderbolt, and the aftermath will also cause us a lot of casualties. "

Meng Zhao was surprised when he heard this. This sword technique is really interesting.

Calculating the basic strength as one, after using two moves, the power in the sword will rise to two. After using three moves, the power will directly rise to four. After using four moves, the power will directly jump to eight. It is simply better than what he knows. The iron smelting hands are much more terrifying.

Of course, not everyone can withstand such terrifying power.

That's why there was the explosion that Lu Le said, which was the human bomb in this martial arts world.

"Have you ever calculated how many moves this sword technique has?"

"Back to the young master, I have observed that the most people only used five moves, and even the fifth move was only half used, but others had already exploded.

As for the limit of this knife, I don't know.

After breaking through the Iron Hand Society's lair, I also sent people to search for it, but no traces of this sword technique were found.

I also asked the elders of the Tie Hands Association, and they also didn't know that Tie Xiongfei still had such a group of dead soldiers.

As for the sword technique, it was also the first time for half of us to see it. "

Lu Le knew Meng Zhao's intention. Who could not be tempted by the power of such a sword technique?