Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 1035 Destroyed (for subscription)

The night was still deep, and the moonlight was like water, pouring down on the earth, with a hint of paleness in the cold.

In the Yangwu camp, teams of tough and powerful guards, dressed in heavy armor and armed with weapons, patrolled the camp as usual under the illumination of bright lanterns on all sides. There are criminals sneaking in secretly, stealing secrets.

If there is a panoramic view from top to bottom, you can find that under the arrangement of Meng Zhao, Linghu Rui, Dou Xi and others, patrols have been deployed in all parts of the camp, and the shifts are changed at the same time. Accurate calculations are made to ensure seamless connection, so that the defense system of the entire Yangwu barracks is excellent.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, Meng Zhao held a volume of military books, sat behind the desk, read carefully, and devoted himself very much.

He was wearing a black brocade jacket and a fiery red coat. The fur on it was smooth and was made from the fur of some kind of ferocious beast. He looked majestic and noble.

Meng Zhao has never been slack in learning this kind of thing, not to mention the chicken soup literature flying around in the streets in his previous life, which later became a meme on the Internet, which made him very unforgettable.

In today's world, in this era, in order to climb up, protect himself, and strengthen himself, Meng Zhao also strives to learn new knowledge and skills to broaden his horizons and consolidate his foundation.

Martial arts are indeed fundamental, but, apart from martial arts, not all are useless. There can't be a world full of fighting and killing, and it's too boring to be caught in the flames of war every day.

Therefore, Meng Zhao sometimes plays Go, learns flower arranging, and occasionally learns to play with a few men who are proficient in musical instruments. Although it is for playing tickets, it is also a kind of relaxation.

Among them, learning the art of war is the most important thing for Meng Zhao besides martial arts.

Because this is still a very valuable knowledge and skill, to a certain extent, it can be compared with martial arts.

With the power of the army formation, it is not impossible for him to counterattack the grandmaster now, it is definitely a high-level power.

When Zhou Hu came to worship, his expression was very relaxed, and the beard on his face was neatly groomed, and Meng Zhao knew that the matter had been done.

After asking a few times about the process, nothing unexpected happened, and everything went very smoothly, even too smoothly.

He had prepared three plans in total, all of which were aimed at emergencies, so there was no chance to implement them, so he asked Zhou Hu to bring Wang Xu, the leader of the Jingshan bandits, into the big tent, and he wanted to interrogate himself.

As for the other Jingshan bandits, Meng Zhao asked Dou Xi and Gao Yue to deal with them. They were both scholars with one set of minds.

With Meng Zhao laying the groundwork so much, if there is still no useful information to ask, it can only be said that Dou Xi is ostentatious and can go away.

Soon, Zhou Hu brought Wang Xu, who was still unable to move, into the big tent.

Because Wang Xu couldn't move now and was as stiff as a rock, Zhou Hu pulled him in by the skirt of his clothes.

He would not be so gentle towards Wang Xu, he threw it on the ground with a thud, and after respectfully saluted, he exited the big tent tactfully, but he did not stay away, but acted as a temporary guard in front of him.

Seeing the bearded man walk out of the camp, he lowered the curtain.

Meng Zhao put down the book of war in his hand, tapped his finger on the desk lightly, and made a dull but clear sound.

Boom!
A strange wave was transmitted, and the invisible force brushed past Wang Xu who fell to the ground with Haba.

Instantly dispelled a terrifying power in his body and scattered it into the air.

On the skin of Wang Xu's body, the chains that looked like tattoos also disappeared like an ebbing tide, without any restraint.

Wang Xu came back to his senses in a jerk, jumped up from the ground, and immediately saw Meng Zhao who looked at him with a mysterious smile if he had deep meaning.

It's not scary or scary, but it has a kind of heroic heartiness and vigor.

However, Wang Xu's reaction was unusually excited.

Tick, tick, on the broad and full forehead, sweat gathered into beads, running down Wang Xu's face, chin, and falling onto his dirty and greasy skirt.

His thick lips trembled, his eyes were weak, and a pair of strong palms that could have killed ligers hung down helplessly on both sides of his body, his thighs were faintly fluttering, and the whole person looked very weak.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Meng Zhao smiled slightly, and seemed to be very kind to take the initiative to speak, and he was indeed a little surprised.

He had never met the other party before, and for the same reason, the other party had never seen him before. The other party still had such a big reaction under the condition of deliberately restraining his breath. It can only be said that he is very smart.

Wang Xu's body tightened, his feet softened, and he almost fell to his knees in front of Meng Zhao. Fortunately, there was a sense of arrogance in his heart, and he was not so weak. He forced a smile and said,

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, the general's divine appearance is like a living fairy god, and there are few people in the past and present that can compare.

Small man, common man, how can he not be afraid when he suddenly sees a god like you? "

That's right, I'm an old dog licker, and when I came up to flatter Meng Zhao, I wished I could lie down in front of Meng Zhao and lick the soles of his shoes.

If the brothers of the Jingshan Pirates saw him, they would probably be ridiculed.

How many people used to be a big boss, considered a character, and now they are so humble, isn't the contrast strong?
But Wang Xu also has his own considerations.

He may not understand others very clearly, but he understands how powerful he is.

The martial arts cultivation base of Qi Chenggang, the extremely rich and superior fighting experience, and the keen ability to control fighters, one thing to say, one is definitely a super-class master in innate.

In horizontal comparison, compared with Meng Zhao's younger brother Niu Dali, he might be a little weaker, but not too much weaker.

Although there are many people like him in Dayong, they are definitely not the ones who can ride on their heads.

Wherever you are, you can scream proudly and make some noise.

But for a strong man like himself, how could he not be afraid of being manipulated by others?
He knew better that he was captured and had nothing to do with that bearded man. If the two of them really fought, there would be no winner or loser after dozens of moves.

Therefore, the one who really did it, that is, the one who hit the Buddha's palm, is most likely the young man in front of him.

One move can defeat him, but he throws face at others, isn't that courting death?
Furthermore, he vaguely guessed Meng Zhao's identity.

That's right, Wang Xu was controlled by Meng Zhao's means before, his true energy was sealed, his blood was sealed, he seemed like a living dead, but he was not really a living dead after all, he was aware of the outside world, and he could Hear what people outside are saying.

Based on what you heard before, combined with what you see now.

As long as you are not really stupid, you can guess that this is the current popular and popular general Yangwu, the Dragon King of Beimeng, Meng Zhao!

(End of this chapter)