Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Meng Zhao felt a sense of gain brewing in his heart, and inspiration surged like a stream. Thousands of complex thoughts intertwined, forming various key points and key points in martial arts in his mind. It could be said that he had an understanding second only to epiphany.

These alone can be said to be the harvest obtained in these days, second only to the remaining chapters of the Sky Devouring Sun Eclipse Demonic Art.

Suddenly, Meng Zhao had an idea, and the more he thought about it, the more itchy his heart became, and the more he wanted to verify and implement it.

Use the skill of transmitting sounds into secrets.

Outside the mourning hall, under the eaves, water dripped like a waterfall. Several people with different thoughts and emotions were waiting for the approaching enemy.

The sound of close footsteps was like the sound of a big drum, falling on my ears and beating on my heart, making me uneasy.

The main reason is that although Zhang Dun and the Chen family trust Meng Zhao's martial arts and methods, they are always a little uneasy when facing unknown enemies and methods.

Suddenly, Zhang Dun and Chen Tai, who was being pulled by their mother, each heard a word in their ears. They heard it was Meng Zhao's voice. They looked around, but there was no sign of Meng Zhao, and they couldn't help but be shocked.

This was the first time for Zhang Dun to see such a mysterious method, and he was excited and excited.

Chen Tai had heard the sound transmission into the secret, but they were also visible to each other. When there was no barrier in between, people like Meng Zhao were still in the house, but they could force the sound into a line, twisting and turning, straight into his ears. , I don’t know how many times better than the former.

Whether Zhang Dun or Chen Tai, both of them were shocked by Meng Zhao at this time. Not only was he known as the Prodigy Dragon King by word of mouth, but they also saw the other's methods.

Therefore, Zhang Dun turned around and walked into the room without saying anything. Chen Tai and Chen Liu said something and trotted back to the room with Zhang Dun.

The lame old man didn't pay attention to this, but the murderous intent in his eyes was fierce, and he protected Chen Liu's body.

A group of eight people ran rampant, trampling up layers of water like waves, and came to the courtyard. They were about five feet away and saw Wei Qi, Chen Liu, and the lame old man waiting in front of the eaves. They couldn't help but be shocked. .

The leader was already suspicious of whether there was any trap, but now he saw a strange man with a strange temperament, like a demon, and felt even more frightened. He couldn't help but take a step back and said to the left and right,

"What's going on? Who is that man? Could it be that he is Xue Ying, who could have come to the Chen family earlier than us?"

The brothers around him were also confused and murmuring in their hearts. Although they liked the Chen family's gold and silver treasures and martial arts secrets, they never dared to compete with demons like Xue Ying. If the things are good, they must have them. Life is to be enjoyed.

For a while, everyone also started to retreat, but there was a clever one who looked at the three lame old men and said calmly,

"Brother, don't panic, look at that person, it shouldn't be Xue Ying. Otherwise, due to the hatred between the devil and the Chen family, the widow and the lame man would have been tortured and killed long ago. How could he stand with them and look so well? It must be the concubine that Widow Chen picked up from somewhere."

The eldest among the eight people was very worried. After a closer look, it turned out that this was indeed the case. This strange man was obviously with the Chen family. According to the news he received, no one should have come to help. Could it be that this person was really Chen Liu’s mistress?

Looking carefully, Mrs. Chen Liu has a slender waist like a willow and a graceful figure. Although she has a thin face and no makeup, her beauty is faintly visible under the light. Especially when she is wearing mourning clothes, she is even more delicate.

It's true that I can hook up with a few people who don't know how to live or die.

"Bah, this shameless bitch hooked up with such a thing right after the man died. If Chen Sheng knew about it, wouldn't he be so angry?

Forget it, if we take back the pretty boy as well, maybe the young master will be more interested. "

They were a group of ten, and this time they had a clear goal.

First, taking advantage of the rainy night, they ransacked the Chen family, plundering all the wealth and skills.

The second is to kill the lame old man and capture Chen Liu and Chen Tai.

Why not kill the mother and son?

Just because their young master was an evil spirit and deeply hated Chen Sheng who had taught him a lesson, he had the desire to humiliate Chen Liu and Chen Tai and take revenge on Chen Sheng.

It's always an insult, and having a widow's concubine doesn't matter.

However, there was a timid person who was a little worried. He held the knife across his chest, wiped a handful of the rainwater that had seeped onto his face, and said,

"Brother, I'm afraid this kid is also a martial arts practitioner. Will it be an obstacle? Or we should retreat!"

"Get out, get out, get out, as long as they are not innate, we will fight two out of eight, and one is disabled. Is it possible that we are afraid of them?

Brother, come on, the wealth of the Chen family, as well as the martial arts secrets, are all ours. This opportunity cannot be missed, and it will never come back! "

The benefits are both attractive and confusing. At this time, the originally cautious and prudent leader also had some thoughts.

He thought to himself, already at this point, could he still be timid and hesitant?

Just because there was one more man, he turned around and left empty-handed.

After going back, not only could I not explain to the young master, but I could not even hold my face up.

That's all, I guess the widow can't find any strong support.

"Okay, the arrow is on the string and must be fired.

Brothers, drink wine and eat meat, divide the gold on the big scale, and kill me tonight! "

After saying that, he took the lead and rushed towards the main entrance of the mourning hall quickly, as light as a swallow.

With a sweep of the long sword in his hand, the falling rain dispersed and turned into a powerful silver light in the dark night, stabbing at the old cripple with only one eye left. The sword energy was like a rainbow, and it was cold and piercing.

Because of its strong internal strength, when moving the sword, it was as powerful as wind and thunder, and once suppressed the majestic rain.

Judging from his swordsmanship and martial arts, there is something commendable about him, and he is not an uneducated person.

The seven younger brothers around him also used their talents to kill Wei Qi.

Their plan was for the seven of them to get rid of Widow Chen's concubine first, and then the leader with the highest martial arts skills would face the lame old man.

If you can kill, kill. If you can't kill, delay for a moment or three, waiting for the old man to no longer have the power to explode, or for the seven people to free their hands, and then swarm forward.

Although the tactics are rough, they are still practical, and they especially show a certain degree of respect to the lame old man.

On the contrary, the big devil Wei Qi was looked down upon and treated as an ordinary rough guy who had learned some boxing and kicking skills.

Wei Qi had a high-minded nature and regarded the acquired warriors as ants and never took them seriously.

However, being provoked is another matter.

With a slight anger in his heart and a look of disdain on his face, he was about to use his magic power to suck all the people dry. When they were sucked to death, his expression changed, and his slightly raised palms dropped again, with a look of horror in his eyes.

I saw two figures running out from behind the mourning hall door.

One of them held a sword in his hand and held out several swords towards the long sword that was stabbing the lame old man.

The long sword trembled slightly, emitting a series of melodious trills, like the dragon's chant from the sky, and the sound of Buddha singing in Zen.

These swords, each one faster than the other, overlapped and entwined, forming a huge whirlpool.

The majestic heavy rain was pulled by this vortex, gathered together, and turned into a water dragon that rolled back towards the leader of the eight people.

The whistling sound carries a vast, majestic and inviolable divine power.

The other's fists and kicks were simple, and he swung two fists in succession. The force of his fists was so cunning and weird that he couldn't splash the water around him. However, his moves were so exquisite that he was not afraid at all when he could withstand seven of them.