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Chapter 2208 Meeting, Entering the Painting (Subscription Request)

  Of course, Xie Jun felt that Xie Wanzhi would not dare to do this, at least not in the short term, because before he found out Meng Zhao's background, he would probably not dare to act rashly!

In fact, Lu Le's heart was also filled with murderous intent, surging like a tide. He regarded Meng Zhao as his master and was loyal to him to the maximum. Liang Muchu was Meng Zhao's woman, and was equivalent to his mistress. If the master was humiliated, the minister would die. If Meng Zhao did not have other plans, he would definitely turn against Xie Wanzhi.

Of course, he was only so bold because he had Meng Zhao's support behind him. Otherwise, he would have become Goujian, sleeping on straw and tasting gall until the day he was able to take revenge.

Xie Wanzhi didn't know how much waves his simple words had caused in the hearts of the two people. In addition to asking Liang Muchu, he was also testing other masters of the Meng family.

Lu Le replied nonchalantly, but most of them were meaningless nonsense. Xie Wanzhi didn't care either. He just glanced at Xie Jun from time to time, making it difficult to figure out what he was thinking.

Xie Jun felt goose bumps all over his body, but he pretended not to know. In addition, the protection of Meng Zhao's soul seed also gave him peace of mind!

The three of them walked quickly, and with Lu Le leading the way, there was no obstruction along the way, and they soon arrived at the main hall where Meng Zhao was.

  Lu Le and Xie Jun stopped outside the house and said,

"My young master is waiting inside the house. You two have something private to discuss, so we won't go in. Just wait outside!"

Xie Wanzhi nodded, and ripples appeared in his calm heart. He had been a spiritual friend of the Beimeng Dragon King for a long time.

Without any hesitation, he strode into the main hall. Due to the large space, at first glance, it was impossible to tell where Meng Zhao was. However, Xie Wanzhi soon sensed a mysterious aura. Following this aura, he walked towards the inner hall on the west side and soon saw a person.

This man was seen with his hands behind his back, his posture upright, his demeanor outstanding, staring intently at a landscape painting hanging on the wall, and seemed unaware of the arrival of Xie Wanzhi behind him.

However, for a master like Meng Zhao, how could he be unaware of anything?

Therefore, Xie Wan subconsciously realized that this Beimeng Dragon King was indeed an arrogant and domineering person. Even if he sent someone to invite him, he still behaved in this way when facing him.

Although he was unhappy in his heart, he was no longer at the age where he was impulsive, irritable and unreasonably aggressive. The so-called attitude was of no importance to him. He only cared about whether Meng Zhao was really capable of restoring his foundation that had been damaged by the war.

  Therefore, Xie Wanzhi did not deliberately remain reserved. When he came closer, he said to Meng Zhao,

"King Menglong, I thank Wanzhi. I am honored!"

  Apart from the impression of his physique and temperament, Xie Wanzhi's understanding of martial arts was a bit ordinary. The pressure Meng Zhao put on him was not that great. He was indeed a super master, but it seemed, it seemed, that he posed no threat to him?

This was a thought that instinctively came to Xie Wanzhi's mind after he looked at Meng Zhao for a long time.

A super master must be a warrior superior to him, so if he poses no threat to him, it seems to contradict the former.

However, if it is a super powerful being who is injured and temporarily unable to use force, it seems to make sense.

Therefore, Xie Wanzhi fell into the argument that was widely circulated in the martial arts world, that Meng Zhao and the Lord of the Demon Palace were fighting to the death and that they could not use force for the time being.

This is consistent with the results of his previous surveys in various places.

This gave Xie Wanzhi great confidence. As long as this King Meng Long was not really too strong and could seriously injure or kill him, he would have a lot of room for maneuver.

  Meng Zhao didn't look back, but just nodded slightly, hummed, and said,

"Thank you, Grand Master. Thank you for your courtesy. Come and take a look at my painting first. How is it?" Xie Wanzhi just thought that Meng Zhao was admiring an authentic work of a famous artist, but he didn't expect that the painting hanging on the wall was Meng Zhao's own painting.

This made him want to laugh. Could it be that this Northern Meng Dragon King was also a person who was pretending to be cultured and seeking fame?

He was not born in the grassroots, but a member of the Xie family. He had been familiar with scriptures, calligraphy and painting since he was a child. He knew very well that for warriors like them, unless they were really devoted to mastering calligraphy and painting, it would be difficult for them to reach the ranks of the true top masters.

Doodling is fine for self-entertainment, but using it to entertain guests and deliberately asking people to appreciate and comment on it seems a bit confusing and too self-centered.

However, he didn't care about these. He didn't care what Meng Zhao looked like. Since the other party invited him, it wouldn't hurt for him to take a look.

Anyway, there is still a lot of time, and Meng Zhao will have to solve the problem of his martial arts foundation sooner or later.

Xie Wanzhi once again took a step forward and looked at the landscape painting hanging on the wall in front of him. However, with just one glance, he felt as if he had been hit on the head by a sledgehammer. He was confused and dazed. Then, his spirit involuntarily turned into a wisp of green smoke and merged into the painting.

In an instant, Xie Wanzhi only felt that the world was vast, and the mountains and rivers were boundless. They were both magnificent and elegant. His whole spirit was sublimated and cleansed from the inside out. He was filled with breath and spiritual light, and there was even a gurgling sound of the qi vibrating in his body.

In Xie Wanzhi's view, time has passed for a very long time, so long that he almost thought that this world, this landscape, had completely merged with himself, and they were willing to stay like this forever.

A light hum suddenly came out, interrupting Xie Wanzhi's trance, causing him to regain his consciousness and breathe back to his previous state.

When Xie Wanzhi looked again, the scroll was blank, and Meng Zhao, at some point, had sat steadily on the hat chair behind the desk, looking at him with interest.

Xie Wanzhi was shocked and felt a chill in his heart.

"This, what kind of method is this?"

He claims to be a powerful man at the level of a grandmaster, with great martial arts skills and unparalleled magical powers. Even if he is not as good as a celestial being, his spiritual strength and tenacity are rare in the world. He will never be easily deceived by the so-called bewitching and soul-capturing techniques.

But today, Meng Zhao used a landscape painting he made to clearly tell him that there is always someone better than you.

Although he is powerful, he is definitely not the strongest. Although he is strong, there are still people who are much stronger than him!

Of course, what impressed him the most and was hard to forget was not that Meng Zhao easily controlled his mind and made him deeply involved and unable to extricate himself.

Instead, his spirit escaped into the painting, wandering between heaven and earth, his mind immersed in mountains and rivers, feeling unrestrained, free, and happy.

This feeling was something he had never experienced in his entire life.

Therefore, Xie Wanzhi did not get angry and blame Meng Zhao for using such means. Instead, he was very curious about what kind of realm and what kind of means were so fascinating that he could not extricate himself!