Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Soon, You Shouren, who had been to the Meng family before, opened the front door, played gongs and drums, and brought Meng Zhao and his party into the Wu Mansion with great pomp.

From an attitude point of view, it's impeccable.

In You Shouren's way of thinking, I will do everything impeccably and not give you a chance to attack.

Even if you have evil intentions, you won't find a chance.

It's a bit similar to Prince Ning's confrontation with Taishi Hua in Tang Bohu's Dian Qiuxiang. He always said that he was going to go crazy, but couldn't find a chance.

That's the relationship.

Meng Zhao was not aware of the complex emotions and thoughts of the Wu family. From the moment he stepped onto the threshold of the Wu family's front door, his whole body became furious, with fire in his eyes, like a dynamite barrel that could be ignited at any time.

Let alone whether he was so angry in his heart, at least to outsiders, he was furious.

Don't look at it, You Shouren is also an innate martial arts expert, and he is Wu Zunyuan's right-hand man.

But seeing Meng Zhao's performance, he was frightened, a little confused, and even more worried.

Meng Zhao's personal strength is insignificant, but the strength he represents and his background relationship cannot be underestimated.

Destroying the Iron Hands and making the master behind the Iron Hands afraid to show his face is a naked display of fangs.

Even with the size and background of the Wu family, they are not willing to provoke them unless necessary.

Compared with the Hong family's small house that I just visited not long ago, the Wu family's house is obviously more luxurious and luxurious, and the place is even more incredible.

From the front yard, we walked all the way through the courtyard, led the alley and passed the building. After walking for a long time, we came to a tall building with the word "Tingfeng Hall" on the plaque.

The dark tones are solemn, and the warriors with upright postures and majestic postures can't take their eyes away.

The rows of doors that stretch in front of you are endless. At first glance, you might have thought it was a palace.

In fact, it is just an overly spacious building, but the space is wide, and it should be designed by a famous artist, using certain visual effects to create infinite effects in a limited space.

It has to be said that this kind of building has the local characteristics of Lingwu City. Even the Meng family in Nan'an has not seen such a main hall for receiving guests.

Of course, Meng Zhao was not here as a guest. He had no intention of observing the quality of other people's buildings and did not care about these.

To be more precise, Ai said that he was a bad visitor. Without waiting for You Shouren to come forward to report, he rushed into the Tingfeng Hall with a group of more than ten people like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The Wu family warrior who was originally guarding this place saw this and wanted to intercept him, but was stopped by You Shouren and could only suppress it in frustration.

However, they didn't know that if they really dared to stop Meng Zhao, Meng Zhao would really dare to kill the blocking dog in front of the Wu family.

Without him, Zhengchou would have no chance to demonstrate. Someone would come to his door, which would be more conducive to his negotiations.

Meng Zhao and others poured in from an open mahogany door and saw a rather capable and powerful middle-aged man sitting on the main seat on the high platform on the first floor of the main hall.

The clothes are luxurious, the momentum is like a leaping dragon and a tiger, and he has a truly heroic attitude.

Without thinking, you know that this person is Wu Zunyuan, the head of the Wu family.

Seeing Meng Zhao and others being so rude and barging directly into Tingfeng Hall, Wu Zunyuan's already bad temper became even worse.

The old man's face twitched, and his eyes looked like those of a careerist, bursting with majesty and sharpness.

Like two extremely sharp swords, they pierced everyone who entered the room, and the first one to bear the brunt was Meng Zhao.

Although he didn't say a word or said a word, it was no less than a show of force.

If an ordinary acquired warrior were to face such a powerful and domineering aura, they would most likely be affected by his mind, and thus be involved at every step.

Until you fall into other people's rhythm.

But Meng Zhao was definitely different from ordinary warriors.

The ancient, noble, and invincible power derived from blood is like a real dragon that was originally sleeping, but was awakened by provocative ants.

A majestic, sacred aura, fleeting, yet so terrifying.

The huge pressure brought by Wu Zunyuan was directly eliminated.

Instead, he looked down at the opponent with a superior attitude, full of an invincible look that threatened life and death.

Among the people present were the four Xiantians of the Wu family who had already taken their seats, and the Xiantian of the Meng family who was following Meng Zhao.

Each mind is clever and ingenious, resonating with the heaven and earth, and its divine eyes are like lightning, which can see the changes of Qi.

The invisible confrontation between Wu Zunyuan and Meng Zhao was clearly visible and they were all surprised.

Meng Zhao did not resist, but trampled Wu Zunyuan under his feet with an extremely powerful and domineering attitude.

This was definitely beyond the expectations of everyone present.

Even Liang Muchiu, who knew Meng Zhao best, was full of surprise in his beautiful autumn eyes.

Although momentum does not represent force, it is also an important component of one's own strength. Meng Zhao's move is really surprising.

Wu Zunyuan's face turned pale, and he felt that the handsome, tall, and extraordinary Meng Zhao in his eyes suddenly turned into a purple dragon with open teeth and claws, and immeasurable power.

Soaring into the sky, with the sky full of wind and thunder, surrounded by boundless stars, roaring angrily at him.

At that moment, it was like the might of God descending from heaven. In his state of mind, he even unconsciously felt a sense of fear.

This kind of emotion has not been felt for at least twenty years.

Immediately, this exaggerated and slightly mythical picture collapsed, the scene in front of him changed, and the purple dragon disappeared.

Meng Zhao is still the normal human youth he was before, although he is mighty and heroic.

It gave him a dreamlike feeling.

The fear has indeed disappeared, but the fear has risen sharply, even as if facing a formidable enemy.

I just feel that this young master of the Meng family is full of evil energy and is not easy to deal with.

Losing face is actually just a trivial matter, but the deeper meaning revealed in it is surprising.

Of course, he had already prepared for this, from the news spread by Meng Zhao in Nan'an to the various deeds he experienced after coming to Lingwu City.

Everything shows that this is a young man with good fortune and extraordinary talents.

It is not unusual to have some background and secret skills in him.

Wu Zunyuan was also hesitating in his heart as to how he should treat Meng Zhao.

When he was young, no, ten years ago, Meng Zhao would have dared to act so presumptuously in the reception hall of the Wu family.

Directly order people to fight without holding back, in order to defend his majesty and self-esteem.

However, now he has to admit that he is old and although he has great power, he is not as strong as before.

I also have a lot of scruples in my heart, and I am unable to act according to my sincerity.

Wu Zunyuan, who was sitting on the high platform, and Meng Zhao, who was standing on the bright red carpet with his hands behind his back, were actually in a stalemate.

No one was the first to speak, no one was the first to take a stand.

This is a confrontation, an invisible confrontation.

Perhaps the moment you open your mouth, all future communications and negotiations will be restricted and affected.