Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Seeing that Meng Zhao didn't say anything and just looked at her with a strange look, the girl seemed a little nervous. Then she realized that Meng Zhao might not understand what the clan war was, so she began to explain it to herself.

  Seeing this, Meng Zhao waved his hand to interrupt her and said,

"I have heard a little bit about the clan war of the Tian clan, but it is said that nowadays only grandmasters, great grandmasters, and heavenly beings will participate in the clan war. Your cultivation is only at the post-natal level, how can you participate in the clan war?"

  The girl was delighted after hearing this. She was not afraid that Meng Zhao would have questions, but was afraid that Meng Zhao was not interested at all. She said quickly,

"Master Meng, you don't know that in every clan war of the Tingtian clan, although most of them are fought by warriors of higher realms, sometimes they are replaced by warriors of lower realms, especially if we are sure of winning, our Feng clan can take the initiative to make the substitution.

So, I want to ask Master Meng to help me, I really want to participate in the clan war! "

Meng Zhao looked at the little girl with interest. She was a few years younger than Meng Rong, but unlike Meng Rong's pampered and hedonistic personality, she was quite responsible and ambitious, and even dared to come to him for advice.

"Little girl, what's your name? Did you come here today on your own or was someone else asking you to come?"

"My name is Feng Susu, Master Meng. I learned about your existence from my father. I admire your martial arts very much, so I found an opportunity to come and ask for your advice."

Meng Zhao nodded. This is how life is. When an opportunity comes, if you can grasp it, you will naturally rise to the top. If you can't grasp it, you may be mediocre or even perish on the road to change.

Meng Zhao was not a bloodthirsty person. If it were someone with an evil heart, a little girl who had the courage to ask for advice would most likely be tortured to death. After all, she was just an ant, and if she died, she died. It was her own fault and she acted on her own initiative.

"How do you want me to help you? Teach you the secrets of magical skills, give you magical weapons, or directly improve your martial arts foundation?"

Feng Susu is just a young girl. She plays with her friends on weekdays. She has some ideas, but not many.

She was keenly aware that Meng Zhao was definitely a great opportunity and she must not miss it easily, otherwise she would not know if there would be such an opportunity again in the future.

But when asked to implement a specific matter, she seemed very embarrassed.

"I, I just want to become the strongest person in the post-natal realm. I, I want to help the tribe protect the Divine Communication Scroll."

The little girl still looked a little naive, showing her immature side.

  Meng Zhao smiled, looked at the little girl who was at a loss as to how to tie up her hair, and said,

“The strongest person in the acquired realm, this statement itself is a mistake. There is no such thing as the strongest, only stronger. So, I cannot help you cultivate the strongest acquired martial arts, but it is no problem to make a huge improvement based on your own foundation.

In addition, you should remember that protecting the tribe and the group is not what you should consider now. You should trust your elders and relatives. "

Meng Zhao suddenly understood some of the girl's thoughts and ideas.

At such a young age, it is the time to fantasize and dream.

  Isn’t it the most beautiful dream of these little guys to turn the tide and save the tribe, and from then on be admired and loved by their elders, relatives, and tribesmen?

But the reality is often not as we wish.

Since the Lan family came here with great ambition, they must have made sufficient preparations. They even knew who in the Feng family was the strongest in which realm. Only in this way could they be considered well prepared and full of confidence.

Although Feng Susu's martial arts skills are at a good level, in Meng Zhao's opinion, they are far from being top-notch. As long as she participates in the clan war with her current cultivation and combat power, she will most likely be defeated. Besides, Feng Ling will not allow this little girl to act so foolishly.

But Meng Zhao suddenly became interested.

Firstly, he keenly realized that the Tingtian tribe was flourishing and had unlimited potential. It was now considered a strong tribe among the hundred tribes and was even expected to enter the top ten. By then, it would have great influence among the hundred tribes and had great potential. It was not entirely true that Meng Zhao had no idea about the Tingtian tribe. He just didn't know where to start.

After all, he is a human, and even if he may have a layer of dragon skin, he is not the same kind as the hundreds of other races.

Over the years, the Supreme Emperor has not conquered all the races, and he himself may not be able to do it.

But if it can influence the Tingtian clan, it will definitely be a good thing with only benefits and no harm.

Secondly, this little girl is bold and careful, and has good luck. She even aroused his interest and won his favor, which is a kind of good fortune and is worthy of attention and cultivation.

In this way, it might as well plant a seed and see what it will take root and sprout and grow into in the future.

  This is just an idle chess piece. What if it plays a huge role in the future?

No one can predict the future, but at least now, Meng Zhao is willing to give it a try.

After all, there is no loss for him.

Feng Susu was very excited when she heard Meng Zhao's previous words, thinking that Meng Zhao was willing to help her. But the last sentence made her disappointed. She thought that Meng Zhao was unwilling to teach her, and she felt depressed and extremely lost.

However, the next moment, Meng Zhao's words pulled her back from hell into heaven.

"But everything depends on human effort. You are a brave girl, you have luck, and you are talented. I will help you. As for what level you will reach and whether you can participate in the clan war, that is the business of Chief Feng. I cannot make the decision."

What Meng Zhao said was actually telling her, I can help you improve your strength, but I can't guarantee to what extent.

  Feng Susu, on the other hand, was beaming with joy, her rosy lips blossoming as she said,

"Then, Master Meng, what should I do?"

  Meng Zhao took the little girl outside the room, pointed to the empty snowy plain, and said,

"Fight, let me see your foundation. Don't hold back. I will help you improve based on your performance."

Feng Susu was a little nervous. She had heard from her father that although Lord Meng was of human origin, his cultivation was astonishing and he was a warrior of the same level as the clan leader.

Moreover, human martial arts have always been powerful. With a weak body, they can fight against or even suppress people of hundreds of races with powerful bloodlines and supernatural powers.

Using the weak to defeat the strong is a very prominent feature of human martial arts.

Take Liu'er Tingtian, whom Feng Susu admired the most, for example. Only by practicing under Long Bo Tianzang could he fully realize his qualifications and talents.

And Long Bo Tianzang is the best among the best among the hundreds of clans, and a big shot among the big shots.

It was also because he was taught martial arts by an old monk from the human race that he was able to soar to the sky.

Feng Susu was very excited. Maybe she could become the next Long Bo Tianzang? (End of this chapter)