Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

The crisis around the camp was temporarily resolved, and the deputy of the Danchi clan was ordered to take care of the elite.

Meng Zhao chased after the trace left by Jiaolong Xiaojiu without looking back.

The mood is very urgent, he doesn't have much time to entangle in the mountains, he must complete the task as soon as possible, so as to obtain Si Peng's approval, and then participate in Su Hongtu's evil soldier limit breaking ceremony.

Chasing the wind and chasing the moon all the way, his movement is like lightning, in the darkness, like a ghost under the Nine Netherworld, silently, he has already sneaked a hundred feet away, and as his movement passes by, he will often arouse bursts of emotions. The mighty wind.

After rushing with all his strength, it didn't take long to come to a flat mountainous area, surrounded by cliffs on three sides, which looked extremely steep.

Only the east side grows a large area of ​​trees, towering and strong, even in the severe cold and snow, it also shows tenacious vitality.

Under the moonlight, the pale white looks like divine pillars that go straight to the sky.

Meng Zhao's stealth technique was created after several deductions, and he even borrowed lessons from masters and strong men, so his ability is extremely high.

His arrival did not cause any waves at all, only Jiaolong Xiaojiu, who was also lurking underground, learned about it through a spiritual contract.

And slowly swam to Meng Zhao's waist, and rubbed the dragon's head on Meng Zhao's chest affectionately.

A pure-blooded flood dragon that has stepped into the innate realm, originally an extremely large body, is the king of beasts, and now it is like a pet to curry favor with Meng Zhao, it is a legend.

Meng Zhao patted Jiaolong Xiaojiu's faucet. It certainly didn't feel very good, but the satisfaction in his heart was unparalleled.

In this world, there are not many people who can raise dragons.

And the thought that came from Jiaolong Xiaojiu is certain.

The little mouse finally arrived in the dense forest and stopped there without going anywhere else.

The "big mouse" behind the little mouse, if nothing unexpected happens, should also be hiding inside.

Calming Jiaolong Xiaojiu, Meng Zhao's breathing seemed to be there, his whole body's surface vital signs were almost non-existent, with a light touch on his toes, his whole body moved sideways, and the surrounding air seemed to be helping him move forward, without any signs of life. any hindrance.

Compared with the swiftness of lightning before, his movement is more free and easy now...

In the dense forest, because of the barrier of tall trees, the mountain wind is blocked outside, so it looks much more peaceful.

In the darkness, a bright bonfire was burning surrounded by several tall trees. At this time, the little white mouse was leaning against the bonfire in a very human-like manner, jumping up and down, chirping and lifting its two front paws, gnawing on it. wearing something.

On the other side of the bonfire, a middle-aged man who looked thin and short was leaning against a tall tree.

While stroking his two shiny black mustaches with one hand, he was carelessly drinking spirits with a wine gourd.

He seemed to be in a good mood. When drinking, he shook his head and even hummed a ditty with great interest.

One person, one mouse, bonfire, dark night, plus the howling mountain wind outside the forest like howling ghosts and wolves.

If an ordinary hunter sees such a strange scene, he may think that he saw some demon turned into a spirit, and flee in a panic.

But Meng Zhao, who watched all this, felt nothing special.

Based on his aura sense, this middle-aged man with two mustaches is of course a human being, not a demon.

It knows some martial arts, but it is by no means high.

It may be the first to enter the innate level, but it seems to be much weaker than the ordinary one-knowledge warrior.

It may be that some kind of outside method was used to break the pass, and the foundation is not stable.

Of course, it may also be that this person has a deep skill in concealment. After all, Meng Zhao has not figured out what the mouse is until now. It obviously has no blood of a beast, and there is nothing special about it, but it is amazingly intelligent.

However, this possibility is not high. If you really have that ability, you don't need to rely on a mere mouse to do your tricks.

Meng Zhao sensed again, confirmed that there was no one else around, and stepped forward lightly, still silent.

"Your Excellency is really leisurely and leisurely. You just caused a lot of trouble for others, but you can drink and sing yourself. Aren't you afraid that the sufferer will come to your door?"

Because the mountain wind was howling, it was not a quiet night, a voice suddenly sounded, which startled the middle-aged man with the mustache, and the wine gourd almost fell to the ground.

Even the little white mouse, who was holding something and nibbling by the campfire, jumped up in shock, and quickly discarded what seemed to be pine cones on its paws, and slid into the trousers of the middle-aged man with a mustache, disappearing.

Following the voice, the middle-aged man saw Meng Zhao, who was tall, handsome, three-point majestic and seven-point domineering, walking out of the darkness.

Meng Zhao, who had never really shown his own characteristics after entering Liangzhou, was now undisguised and full of malice. Even a master as strong as Geng Pomo would have to be terrified, let alone this mere generation?

The middle-aged man's throat squirmed, his eyelids twitched, and his mouth was extremely dry. He didn't know why he was found here, especially the target person this time.

"Ahem, brother, I just lost my way in the mountains and took a short rest. I don't understand what you are talking about. We are friends when we meet. If you need any help, you can ask."

Meng Zhao smiled. Of course, there was still a strong sense of oppression in the smile, and the other party's reaction was not what he expected.

After all, the other party never showed up, and was just plotting against them through a little white mouse. In that case, of course, he can be killed and refuse to admit it. If there is no evidence, isn't it just letting him play?
But Meng Zhao is no matter who he is, he is not the kind of stubborn person who must find evidence to prove anything.

What he believes does not need evidence at all.

"Okay, I don't have that much thought to talk nonsense with you here, who sent you here, Xiang Qing, or He Xin?"

As the new characters fell, Meng Zhao took a step forward with his left foot, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he was extremely overbearing. The strong aura overlooking the common people erupted like a gushing volcano, and Takagi swayed violently from side to side.

Obviously, the ice and snow under the feet have not changed in any way, but it gives people a feeling that the earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

He himself is as stalwart and tall as a god and demon, standing shoulder to shoulder with the sky, with a majestic charm.

Horror, extreme horror, suffocation, desperate suffocation.

Of course, the middle-aged mustache is a congenital martial artist. Although he used a heretic breakthrough, and only has one skill, his combat power is at the bottom of his innate, which belongs to the kind of stunted.

However, he is still an innate strong man. When facing a person, he feels a sense of despair and suffocation due to the oppression of pure energy. He even snuffs out the thought of resistance just as he arises in his heart.

It can be seen that the person in front of him is terrifying and frightening.

This kind of martial arts, this kind of aura is beyond the imagination of ordinary warriors.

The middle-aged man with a mustache even felt that General Lu Wei, in terms of martial arts cultivation alone, was probably the top-notch type in the entire Shenwei Army camp. Would anyone be his opponent?