Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Yes, Meng Zhao knew Tan Cai'er, and even learned about Tan Cai'er's relationship with the eighth elder of the Demon Lord Hall. This was indeed strange.

But does this prove that Meng Zhao had a secret relationship with Tan Cai'er and then had an entanglement with the Eighth Elder?

That's not how relationships work. It's all about talking nonsense here. If you believe him, you're not in your right mind.

Meng Zhao didn't take it seriously. He seemed enthusiastic and his attitude was very good.

"Isn't this obvious? I have a close friendship with Miss Tan, and Miss Tan is the beloved daughter of the Eighth Elder. In this way, I have an indirect relationship with the Eighth Elder. How can the master harm me?"

The feminine demon laughed, and a scarlet halo flashed in his eyes. It had to be said that among the people he met, Meng Zhao was also one of the most clever and eloquent people. Not to mention deceiving people, at least he was thick-skinned. Few can.

He was indeed curious about how Meng Zhao knew Tan Cai'er, and even knew about the relationship between her and the boss.

However, he was curious, and he was a very principled person. After stretching his muscles, he heard the sound of a string of firecrackers going off, and his energy was overwhelming, and a strong wind blew out of his body.

"You are indeed smart. I don't ask you about your relationship or connection with Cai'er.

I'll give you a chance. If you can take my move and satisfy me, I'll listen to what you have to say.

If I give you a chance but it doesn't work, and you can't block a move, then don't blame me for being ruthless. "

This repetition is in contrast to the previous one, and it seems to have some heroism and heroism of a man, rather than that of a charming woman.

Meng Zhao's heart moved. It was just a move. He had a lot of confidence. Even if he could fully activate the bronze disc in his hand and turn it into the armor of the blue dragon to protect himself, even if it only exerted a little power, he could receive ten moves from him. Hundreds of moves are a breeze.

However, he felt that the reason why the feminine man in front of him wanted to use force against him was probably out of curiosity.

Because the Red Flag Order is a world-famous stunt, Meng Zhao was qualified to practice it, but he switched to other martial arts. This martial arts must have its own specificity, and in terms of power, it is definitely not inferior to the Red Flag Order.

Regardless of his style or state of mind, this feminine demon is always a warrior. There is no martial artist who is not good at martial arts. Taking this opportunity to clear up the confusion in his heart is just a casual thing.

Therefore, he boldly guessed that the person in front of him should have no idea of ​​harming him.

With the burden in his heart gone, Meng Zhao became much more free and easy. He did not dare to be careless. He slightly tossed the bronze disc weighing nearly a thousand kilograms in his hand, and with shocking skill, he threw it onto the rough stone table in the Fangcao Pavilion.

Originally, if a thousand kilograms of weight fell from the sky, it would be a huge burden, crushing and crushing the stone table that had gone through countless years. It was just like a small stone, placed in the palm of the hand, was still unconscious. If it fell from the air to There must be unbearable pain in the palm of the hand.

However, Meng Zhao had a layer of internal force attached to him under the bronze disc, which was dense and tough. It held up the bottom of the round basin, rendering it layer by layer. After it fell, it was like a falling leaf, making only a subtle clicking sound. The stone table But it was intact.

This method is much more clever than tearing off the strong copper lock before.

When the feminine man saw this, his eyes lit up, and he had a lot of expectations, and he laughed and said,

"The means are good, but these alone may not be able to stop me. Boy, take the move!"

Before the sound of the word "ba" dissipated from the air, a pale light suddenly rose from where the feminine man was, and a cold full moon loomed. The cold air came out of thin air, filling the inside and outside of Fangcao Pavilion.

The feminine man made a seal with his five fingers, and countless vast and majestic silver-white river water surged out from within the full moon, heading towards Meng Zhao. The waves slapped on the void, and the ups and downs of the vitality tide could be seen in circles. Disperse.

Meng Zhao didn't know what kind of martial arts this was, but he could see with his dragon eyes that it was an extremely delicate and profound palm technique.

The so-called full moon is just an illusion, and the so-called river is actually the result of this feminine man's incomparable palm power coming out of his body. It is already exquisite and profound, and with the blessing of heaven and earth's vitality, its power is even more domineering.

For an instant, Meng Zhao's whole body seemed to be shocked by the river coming from across the sky, and his whole body was filled with ice.

This cold air seems to burst from the depths of the soul, spreading throughout the muscles, blood, and bones, forming pieces of fine ice crystals, making it difficult to move.

A full moon also appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, suppressing his mind, which was a two-pronged approach.

As the thought flashed, Meng Zhao's purple blood was like boiling, instantly disintegrating the cold air, and glowing light appeared all over his body.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, a true purple dragon with a big star in its mouth soared upwards and smashed into the hazy, illusive full moon.

In reality, Meng Zhao was seen dancing with his hands, as if waving a pipa, with wisps of fine red dragon energy flowing out from his fingertips, turning into horizontal and vertical red chains densely covering the space in front of him, pushing forward layer by layer, carrying out the surging energy. The approaching vast moon-white river water was intercepted ten feet away.

But it was Tu Xiu's unique skill that dominated the world in the past, the Dragon Locking Technique.

The chain contained mysterious power. It looked as fine as hair, and the large net it woven seemed to be able to be pierced with one finger. However, it exploded with incomprehensible flexibility, and could resist the sudden burst of tyrannical palm power.

This was almost impossible, but Meng Zhao did it.

Just like a piece of glass, how can it withstand flying gold and iron? How can a piece of cotton not be torn by sharp objects?

But the price was that Meng Zhao's entire body was directly blasted more than two feet away. After landing, his feet left inch-deep marks on the hard ground. His black boots cracked, his chest heaved violently, and his internal organs and meridians were all affected by the shock.

The warrior next to him had already suffered a lot of internal injuries, and it was absolutely impossible for him to take action again.

However, Meng Zhao's foundation is strong and powerful, which is rare in the world, and his dragon body is extremely strong and strong, possessing the energy to turn decay into magic.

Those shocks didn't cause much damage.

Even if there are some minor injuries, they will be restored as before in a very short time.

Therefore, it seemed that Meng Zhao was only repelled, but not injured. His breath was only temporarily disturbed, and then he recovered as before, still as strong as before.

This scene was beyond the expectations of the feminine man. It was a bit unbelievable, but also filled with admiration.

"What an amazing boy. Although I only used three points of my strength to perform Mingyuezhao Dajiang, it would be very difficult for ordinary warriors with three innate acupoints to succeed, but you did it better than them all. It's really incredible. It's simple, no wonder even the drunk spring breeze can't help you."

But there is already a calculation in my heart.

It is true that the martial arts practiced by Meng Zhao are indeed extremely powerful, but more importantly, Meng Zhao is extremely special.

How can I put it this way, while others are practicing the Crimson Dragon Capital Heaven Secret Code, others can only exert a power of a hundred, while Meng Zhao can exert a power of two hundred, three hundred, or even more.

In other words, the level of martial arts is indeed very high, but Meng Zhao himself also has a secret.

He seems to have some kind of special physique.

Otherwise, it is hard to explain that the day after tomorrow can reverse the innate combat power.