Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Not only Fu Qingtong, but also many warriors from the Meng and Fu families who were originally guarding around the Fangcao Pavilion, fell down one after another like harvested wheat, which looked extremely abrupt.

Meng Zhao also heard this soft and charming voice, and suddenly smelled a faint orchid fragrance between his nose wings. His mind was drowsy, and his eyelids seemed to be hung with a hundred-pound stone, trying to close.

Fortunately, he had a special physique. The purple dragon blood hidden in his strong body instantly boiled up, and the clouds and mist gathered into a purple dragon drop by drop, which penetrated his entire body and dispelled a certain mysterious power.

At the same time, his entire skin was illuminated by a purple light, which dispelled the sudden sleepiness.

"Who is it?"

Meng Zhao bit his tongue tip, and under the severe pain, his slightly slow thinking returned to normal, his eyes burst, and the sound of a clanging sword sounded in the void, and the sharp edge was sharp.

However, there was a trace of fear and worry in the depths of his eyes.

Because as he looked, the people outside the pavilion had almost fallen down, and most of them were snoring like thunder.

The only ones who could still stand and maintain normal mental thinking were Cang Shuyun, the Taoist who picked flowers, Xue Huaiyong, and a congenital warrior who was guarding Fu Qingtong.

However, what made Meng Zhao feel disappointed was that although these four people could still maintain a clear mind, they were full of a sense of emptiness, as if they would fall down at any time if a gust of wind blew.

In comparison, they were not as vigorous as him, which was really a strange phenomenon.

When a congenital martial arts master entered the congenital realm, he would have his body filled with vitality and cleansed his body, which was a leap and sublimation of life.

After the body was filled, the various functions of the human body would be enhanced, such as the activity of the body and the function of the internal organs. Therefore, whether it was the ability to recover or the ability to resist toxins, it was not comparable to the acquired martial artists.

But now, the poison that came from nowhere seemed too strong, and even these innate strongmen could not resist it, but for some reason, they could not do anything to him.

However, Meng Zhao did not feel any sly joy, because he had no way of knowing who the person who secretly poisoned was, what kind of power he had, and what he would do to him.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhao wanted to kick Fu Qingtong to death. He came to the appointment because he trusted this kid. He thought that with his family background, the place he chose would be checked in advance to eliminate hidden dangers. Who could have thought that there would be such a big mistake?

Seeing that the Emperor Yu armor was in hand, if he was given a little time, he would soar into the sky. Now there are more variables, and I don’t know if this level can be passed.

"Huh? You can actually resist the power of Zui Chunfeng? It’s really not simple!"

The soft and charming voice sounded again, and I don’t know what method was used. I can’t hear the distance and direction of the source at all, and I can’t find out where it is hiding.

This time, the four innate warriors who were extremely powerful at their peak could no longer resist the exhaustion from the depths of their souls. They opened their mouths wide, their eyes were tearful, helpless and unwilling to fall to the ground with the acquired warriors on the ground, and fell asleep.

This scene made Meng Zhao feel cold in his heart. It was okay for others, but Cang Shuyun was an innate master who had condensed his sword heart. His sword skills were extremely terrifying. Even Liang Muchu praised him. If he was defeated, what kind of strength would the newcomer have?

Meng Zhao's cold sweat flowed down, and he felt that the situation was really at a critical moment. His face turned and his eyes moved erratically. He wanted to see the whereabouts of the person who was talking, but it was just a waste of time.

"Who are you? Since you have mastered the current situation, don't you dare to show up and meet me?"

Facing a dangerous situation, he was unwilling to give up, but planned to respond actively. As long as he was given a chance to speak, he might be able to survive.

With a swish, a person floated down from the eaves of the octagonal pavilion, with a graceful manner.

Meng Zhao forced himself to take a look, but his purple eyes shrank, but he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman at the first time.

Why do you say that?

The person who floated down was dressed in a light red gorgeous dress, like a noble phoenix descending from the sky.

Two curved eyebrows, a straight nose, rosy pink lips, delicate and white skin like a mutton-fat jade ball, a pair of phoenix eyes that were soul-stirring, and a narrowed corner of the eyes, with an indescribable charm.

At first glance, it seemed like a charming beauty, and in terms of appearance, it was not much worse than Han Luzhuer.

However, a closer look revealed that this "beauty" had a slightly sturdy body, strong limbs, and a very tall figure, which could be compared with Liang Muchu, a rare beauty.

The difference was that Liang Muchu had an extremely hot figure, with a protruding front and a curved back, which complemented his tall figure.

This man's chest was flat, even flatter than an airport, and Meng Zhao was sharp-eyed, and even though it was only for a moment, he could still see the obvious Adam's apple moving under his collar.

This should be a relatively feminine man, but his manners and voice were a bit feminine.

Of course, Meng Zhao didn't care whether the other person was a man or a woman. He could handle the androgynous Zhu Guangxi, the eunuch Zhu, and was not afraid of this kind of feminine demon.

The key was that he was a little unsure of this man's aura.

On the surface, he was just an ordinary person, who seemed to have not even practiced rough boxing and kicking.

His steps were heavy, his breathing was short, and the whole person exuded a sense of rawness.

However, this was an abnormal phenomenon in itself. How could someone who had never practiced martial arts fall leisurely from the eaves of a pavilion that was two feet high?

If he didn't know martial arts and wasn't a member of the martial arts world, how could he have come up with such amazing means to defeat dozens of people around him, including four innate experts?

Don't worry about whether or not you used some clumsy drugging methods, just do it for the sake of it.

Meng Zhao could not estimate the opponent's strength and was not sure of it, so he had to force out a smile, hold the bronze disc in one hand, and salute with the other, saying,

"My descendant, Meng Zhao, has met with an expert. I don't know if I have offended you in any way. Please forgive me. If necessary, Meng Zhao will never talk back."

This feminine man covered his mouth and smiled coquettishly, indescribably charming.

"Why, didn't you just clamor for me to come out and meet you?

Now that I have come out, I am standing in front of you. Why do you bow your head and admit defeat so quickly? Where is your Mr. Meng's pride and arrogance? "

Meng Zhao secretly cursed this bastard, but he didn't dare show any disrespect on the outside.

"Just now, I was so anxious that I spoke indiscriminately. I ask you, Master, not to take it to heart.

I'm just a little acquired martial artist, how dare I act so arrogantly in front of a master like you.

I don’t know what price I have to pay for you to raise your hand and put it aside? "

This attitude is low enough.

But Meng Zhao didn't feel embarrassed either. The dragon could be big or small, ascend or hide, and he could bend or stretch himself.