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Chapter 184 Yang Jiu (for Subscription)

It has to be said that Meng Zhao's luck is good, or that his lucky stars shine brightly.

It was Yang Jiu who was sent by Meng Jizu to protect him today, not one of Wang Tianlei and Liu Qiankun.

It is true that Wang Tianlei and Liu Qiankun have extremely high martial arts skills, but their light body martial arts may not have much advantage over Geng Zongfang's explosive body skills.

But Yang Jiu is different, his agility is known as the number one in the Meng family, at least Wang Tianlei and Liu Qiankun feel inferior.

Just when Meng Zhao was about to fall into desperation, Yang Jiu threw away Kang Liang with a ghostly movement, flew wildly in an instant, inserted into the pursuit route of Geng Zongfang and Meng Zhao, and swung violently wind.

With the backhand, a silver needle the length of the index finger was thrown between the fingers, infused with Ling Rui's innate qi, and shot at Geng Zongfang, forcing him to stop his galloping movement, and waved his hand to slash out an invisible knife aura. After a buzzing sound, Knock the silver needle away.

The tables, chairs and benches that Meng Zhao kicked over before were all blunt objects, and the internal force attached to them was too weak for the innate qi to be vulnerable to a single blow. It can't be leveled.

Therefore, Geng Zongfang didn't pay attention to it at all, and cut it into two without wasting time and effort.

However, Yang Jiu's silver needle is different. Not to mention the clever technique of the hidden weapon, and the innate qi attached to it has a special mystery. It seems to be able to accelerate the speed and strength of the silver needle. It rotates at a high intensity every moment, possessing A kind of sharp penetration.

If you are negligent and deal with it as a normal method, it is very likely that the gutter will capsize.

Geng Zongfang fell lightly to the ground, looked at the red dot on the edge of the palm, which was caused by the stimulation of Qi and blood, and looked at the person in front of him in surprise.

He has a mediocre appearance, ordinary facial features, nothing extraordinary, and his imposing manner is deeply restrained.

However, it gave him a very subtle feeling, with a touch of sharpness and danger.

Moreover, once the opponent made a move, he suffered a secret loss, so he was a good opponent.

"Report your name, I, Geng Zong, will not kill the unknown."

Geng Zongfang's voice was loud and full of murderous intent, and his eyes sparkled with brilliance, containing strong confidence.

This person majored in the Dao of the Sword and took the path of dominance. His personality also had three-point characteristics of martial arts. He was extremely confident, even conceited.

The impressive record in the past has further contributed to his personality.

From Geng Zongfang's point of view, the opponent's ability stops here. Although powerful, it is also limited.

As long as he is a little more serious, it won't pose too much threat to him.

Yang Jiu lowered his eyebrows, his hands were hanging on his sides, his waist was slightly hunched, he looked like an ordinary old farmer in the country, his tone was calm, and he said calmly,
"Yang Jiu from the Meng family, please advise."

However, Meng Zhao, who was behind him, saw with bright eyes, reflecting Yang Jiu's posture in his eyes, and the cool air from Vajra Bodhi burst into his body, clearing his mind and greatly increasing his comprehension, allowing him to see the past There is no subtlety that can't be seen.

He seemed to have directly penetrated Yang Jiu's clothes, skin, and directly into the flesh and bones. From his subtle movements, he could see a strong bow that was ready to be fired. It was pulled taut, and once released, it would be earth-shattering. .

This feeling is very strange, not only due to the enhancement of his understanding due to the Vajra Bodhi, but also because of Yang Jiu's own special relationship.

"That's right, since Yang Jiu is the boss of the Meteor Killer organization, besides recruiting killers, he must also cultivate the backbone talents himself. He must have developed the habit of teaching people, that's why I can see clearly behind his back. A rare opportunity."

This thought flashed through Meng Zhao's mind, and then he relaxed, observed carefully, and immersed himself in it.

It doesn't matter whether his guess is true or not, the key is that he can learn exquisite martial arts from it, which is the real benefit.

Moreover, this is not a complete and systematic martial arts, it is just a kind of martial arts skills, a martial arts wisdom with very personal characteristics, which can be absorbed, learned, and turned into one's own, which is absolutely beneficial and harmless.

Martial arts is not just a play, it is a profound knowledge that has been passed down from the age of ancient gods and demons to the present, and it is a sharp tool that transforms human beings from small and weak to powerful.

Every powerful martial artist must have his own unique characteristics of martial arts, whether rigid or soft, strong or domineering. In short, he will combine personal physique, endowment, life experience, personality traits, etc. to derive a brand new martial arts.

This is the reason why the same martial art has completely different effects when practiced by different people.

Meng Zhao may be blessed by nature, but he will never let go of any opportunity to improve himself, such as now.

He was safe and secure, so he tried to adjust his body to match Yang Jiu's energy-gathering skills, and he gained a lot.

On the other side, when Geng Zongfang heard Yang Jiu's name, he first showed an inquisitive look, as if recalling the existence of this character in his mind, and then suddenly realized,

"The fourth housekeeper of the Meng family? That's fine, it's not enough to kill the little boy today, but killing another of their housekeepers should be enough to make them feel distressed."

Inside and outside the words, the meaning of bloodthirsty is not concealed.

He is a person in the hell realm, a wolf who eats meat and drinks blood. How could he completely kill the fierceness in his heart because he has lived in the crowd for a long time?
It's no wonder that he is so confident, it's because Yang Jiu's prestige is not enough.

In the eyes of outsiders, apart from the direct descendants, the Meng family is divided into two camps: the outer palace and the inner palace.

The outer mansion is extremely complicated, not to mention, in the inner mansion, there are four big butlers who are well-known to the big and small forces, and they are also the most important and trusted high-level members of the Meng family.

The chief steward, Zhong Tao, assisted Meng Jizu in managing internal and external affairs. He had a very high status. From the perspective of the inner palace, only under Meng Jizu and Meng Hongdao. Respectfully call Uncle Zhong.

The second housekeeper, Wang Tianlei, is the helm of the Meng Family Martial Arts Academy and the Escort Bureau. He is known as Coach Wang. Although it is not as exaggerated as the coach of the 80 Imperial Army, the number of warriors he has trained is not small.

The third butler, Liu Qiankun, mainly manages the gangs and Jianghu forces under the Meng family. He is ruthless and does the most dirty work.

As for the fourth housekeeper, Yang Jiu, he is only the person in charge of two small chambers of commerce under the noble family of the Meng family. In the eyes of outsiders, it is more due to his qualifications and the trust of the Meng family that he can be ranked among the four housekeepers. In comparison, there is really nothing great.

Even, Geng Zongfang had never heard of Yang Jiu's deeds of making a move.

Therefore, even if you are a natural master, you don't think you will lose.

Yang Jiu smiled slightly, not at all angry at being underestimated, her voice was still calm,

"Please."

As soon as the voice fell, the person had suddenly disappeared under Meng Zhao's nose.

It's just that the white air circle under his feet has not completely dissipated, and there are more crackling sounds of friction with the air.

The speed of his movements and the bursting of them are simply appalling and unimaginable.

(End of this chapter)