Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

The feminine man's eyes rolled, and he pinched the flower stem with his fingers slightly. He recalled the amazing sight he saw when he was disguised and lurking in Mingxiu Lake that day, and he couldn't help but secretly sigh.

Not long ago, he met Meng Zhao. At that time, he was only an acquired martial artist. Although he had potential, he did not take him seriously. He was an out-and-out weakling.

Who would have thought that within a few days, the other party would not only achieve a breakthrough in his innate ability, but also make brave progress and make rapid progress.

His cultivation and combat power had reached an incredible level, and even he found it extremely terrifying.

Even the feminine man sometimes wondered whether the Meng Zhao he saw that day was hiding something from him.

But thinking about it carefully, it really makes no sense. It can only be attributed to Meng Zhao's special physique and strong foundation.

Suddenly, the two stopped communicating and looked in the same direction.

I saw a cloud-like air dragon wrapped in a black shadow, flying from a distance like lightning.

Evacuating and controlling the air all the way, riding the wind and riding the dragon, as fast as lightning, the momentum is even more domineering and majestic, as powerful as the blazing sun.

Before the person arrived, a thick shadow had already been cast on the hearts of the two of them, and a majestic pressure hit their faces.

The mysterious man in black was not angry but happy. His eyes were narrowed into long slits, and his eyes were full of light. He was like a tiger patrolling the mountains and forests. When he encountered a dragon descending from the sky, he was particularly eager to have a fight between the dragon and the tiger.

"Compared to the cunning and complicated Dragon City, I really want to fight you more!"

The man in black murmured in his heart, and as he breathed heavily, the bright red code on his arm twisted and danced wildly, exuding an evil aura.

Before the dragon's roar faded away, there was a loud bang, and someone came from the sky and fell vertically, creating a deep hole in the ground. The soil and gravel flew everywhere. The green gauze robe on his body was blown away by the strong wind. When it surges, it makes a roaring sound.

Meng Zhao dispersed the dragon energy wrapped around his body, and his tall and straight body moved slightly. In the blink of an eye, he had escaped from the sunken hole and came less than five meters away from the feminine man and the mysterious man in black.

Meng Zhao clasped his hands behind his back, held his chest in his arms, and looked at the two of them with his purple eyes like two bright stars.

One of them, although they only met once, they were acquaintances at least, and they later became friends.

It's a bit weird to be enchanting, but she has a good attitude toward him. To a certain extent, she can be regarded as an acquaintance.

The other one, this was the first time I saw him, had long hair covering his face, and his specific appearance and age could not be seen.

The dress is a bit weird, which is considered to be outside the mainstream of the martial arts world here. Especially because he has some kind of secret text tattooed on his body, which is as red as blood. He is sinister and evil, and he doesn't look like a good person.

However, this person exudes a pure, strong, and high-spirited fighting spirit. It is fighting spirit, not killing intent, malice. It seems that he is somewhat similar to martial arts idiots such as Meng Chuan and Yang Cai.

Meng Zhao withdrew his gaze, a gentle smile appeared on his handsome and fair face, and he nodded and said,

"Senior, we meet again."

There was nothing special about his tone, but he was just a little playful in his heart. The last time they met, the status of the two of them was completely unequal.

Meng Zhao even showed himself to be aware of current affairs and kept a low profile in order to protect Emperor Yu's armor from being taken away.

It didn't take long for us to meet again today, but the strength and status of both parties should have undergone earth-shaking changes.

At least, on that day, Meng Zhao would have run up to him and showed his kindness to this person.

But now, he no longer needs to wrong himself so much. He can nod and smile, and he has given the other party enough respect and respect.

The feminine man also knew that these times were different from the past, so he had no objection to Meng Zhao's change in attitude. Instead, his breath became slightly restrained and he smiled and replied,

"Yes, we meet again, but this is the third time I see you.

Last time at the Mingxiu Lake, I saw your performance. You were very powerful in martial arts, and you were a prodigy, but you just didn't show up.

Today's Qi machine has made another breakthrough. It seems that you have gained a lot.

It's not unreasonable for Cai'er to like you. "

“Let me introduce myself, my name is Gu Simonan, and you already knew my identity last time.

Let me introduce you to the person next to you. His name is Yun Fei. He is the direct disciple of my boss. "

Yunfei also stood up from the big stone he was leaning on in time, holding the wooden box in his hand and holding it in front of his chest, saying,

"Mr. Meng is polite. I'm in Yunfei. I saw the young master's peerless martial arts by the Mingxiu Lake that day and admired him very much.

When they met for the first time, they offered me a small gift, hoping that the young master would like it. "

After saying that, Yunfei flicked his wrist, and the large wooden box was lifted by a gentle force and floated towards Meng Zhao at a constant speed. It seemed to have no strength.

However, Meng Zhao was so knowledgeable in martial arts. The moment the opponent threw out the wooden box, he had already seen that seven methods of movement were attached to the wooden box, and there was a mysterious spiritual power.

If you take it as an ordinary handed thing, you will be caught off guard and make a fool of yourself.

Of course, Meng Zhao could also see that Yun Fei didn't mean to make him look bad, but was a true martial artist and wanted to test his martial arts skills in this way.

Meng Zhao had no idea of ​​being offended by this, and of course, he didn't feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

The hands behind his back stood motionless, standing on the spot. However, outside the body surface, there was an invisible energy condensed, turning into large transparent palms. He easily held the wooden box in front of his chest. The seven kinds of strength on it, It was also swept away.

There was no need for any subtlety or ingenuity. It was purely the domineering power of the red dragon's true energy and Meng Zhao's own pure and fierce martial arts will that destroyed the seventh level of power and the attached spiritual thoughts.

Yun Fei's face immediately became extremely serious, and his eyes changed from expectation to amazement. Meng Zhao's martial arts seemed to be even more advanced than he thought.

What Gu Sinan said before was right. The Meng Zhao he met today was completely different from the Meng Zhao who fought at Mingxiu Lake that day, and even more terrifying.

Compared with the fact that Meng Zhao was hiding something at Mingxiu Lake, Yun Fei believed that Meng Zhao's martial arts had made progress in these few short days, and it was a very obvious improvement.

This is actually not surprising.

There are many forms of martial arts practice, and people are not the same.

Some people practice martial arts like a snail crawling on the ground, and it may take more than ten years to reach a level.

And some people practice martial arts like a tiger running wildly, unstoppable.

For geniuses like them, it is not uncommon for martial arts to improve in the golden period of their own practice, when they work hard enough and have enough resources.

Today, I have gained a little knowledge of a palm technique. Tomorrow, I will have an epiphany in my inner cultivation. The day after tomorrow, I will have great achievements in my light-hearted body movements. Although it is exaggerated, it is real.

However, there is a gap between progress and progress.

Some people make a small step, no more than half a foot long, while others make a big step, equivalent to a distance of several feet.

Yun Fei was not confident enough to fight Meng Zhao that day, and it would be even more difficult to fight Meng Zhao now.

Yun Fei suppressed the fighting spirit in his heart, not because he was afraid of Meng Zhao, but because he wanted to wait for a more suitable opportunity.