Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 623 Overtake (for subscription)

That's right, Meng Zhao knew Tan Cai'er, and even learned about the relationship between Tan Cai'er and the Eighth Elder of Mozun Hall, which is indeed very strange.

But does this prove that Meng Zhao had a secret relationship with Tan Caier, and then got involved with the Eighth Elder?
It's not like this to build a relationship. It's all about talking nonsense here with one mouth. If you believe him, you will be out of your mind.

Meng Zhao didn't take it seriously, he seemed enthusiastic and had a very good attitude.
"Isn't that obvious? Miss Tan and I have a deep friendship, and Miss Tan is the beloved daughter of the Eighth Elder. So, I have an indirect relationship with the Eighth Elder. How can an expert harm me?"

The feminine demon let out a hey, and a scarlet halo flashed in his eye circles. It has to be said that among the people he has seen, Meng Zhao is also the most ingenious and eloquent person. Not to mention bewitching, at least his thick skin is Few can.

He was really curious about how Meng Zhao knew Tan Caier, and even knew about the relationship between her and the boss.

However, curiosity is curiosity. He is a very principled person. After exercising his muscles and bones, he heard the sound of a string of firecrackers.

"Your boy is indeed clever, and I don't ask what kind of relationship you have with Cai'er, what kind of connection you have.

I will give you a chance, if you can accept my move and satisfy me, then I will listen to what you have to say.

If you are given a chance but it is useless and you cannot block a move, then don't blame me for being ruthless. "

This repetition is in contrast to the previous one, and it also has the heroic and heroic spirit of a man, rather than that of a coquettish woman.

Meng Zhao's heart moved, and it was just one move. He had a lot of confidence. Even if he fully aroused the bronze disc in his hand and turned it into the armor of the blue dragon, even if he only exerted a little power, he would receive ten moves. All tricks are out of the question.

However, he felt that the reason why this feminine man in front of him wanted to use force against him was probably mostly out of curiosity.

Because the Chiqi Order is a world-renowned stunt, Meng Zhao was qualified to practice it, but turned to other martial arts, then this martial art must have its own specificity, and in terms of power, it is by no means under the Chiqi Order.

Regardless of his style and state of mind, this feminine monster is always a warrior, and there is no one who is not good at martial arts. Taking this opportunity to clear up the confusion in his heart is just a matter of convenience.

Therefore, he boldly guessed that the person in front of him should have no intention of hurting him.

Once the burden in his heart was gone, Meng Zhao became much more free and easy, and did not dare to be careless. He slightly tossed the bronze disc weighing nearly a thousand catties in his hand, and threw it onto the rough stone table in the Fangcao Pavilion with shocking ingenuity.

Originally, the weight of a thousand catties dropped from the sky would definitely crush the stone table that has gone through countless years with a huge burden. In the palm, it must be painful.

However, under the bronze disc, Meng Zhao attached a layer of internal force, which was dense and tough. He lifted the bottom of the round basin, exposing layer after layer of barriers. But it was intact.

This method is much better than tearing off the solid copper lock casually before.

Seeing this, the feminine man's eyes lit up, and he had a lot of expectations. He laughed and said,

"The methods are good, but relying on these alone, I'm afraid they won't be able to stop me, kid, take the trick!"

Before the sound of "ba" dissipated from the air, a pale light suddenly rose from the position of the feminine man, and a cold full moon loomed faintly, and the lonely and cold air came out of thin air, filling the inside and outside of the Fangcao Pavilion.

The five fingers of the feminine man squeezed the imprint, and from within the full moon, countless vast and majestic silver-white rivers gushed out towards Meng Zhao. Scattered outside.

Meng Zhao didn't know what kind of martial art it was, but he saw it with his dragon eyes. It was an extremely exquisite and profound palm technique.

The so-called full moon is just an illusion, and the so-called great river is actually formed by the unparalleled palm strength of this feminine man.

For a moment, Meng Zhao seemed to be intimidated by the great river coming from the sky, and his whole body was icy cold.

This cold air seemed to emanate from the depths of the soul, spread throughout the muscles, blood vessels, and bones, forming pieces of fine ice crystals, making it hard to move.

There was also a full moon appearing in his sea of ​​consciousness, suppressing the mind, it can be said to be a two-pronged approach.

As the thought flashed, Meng Zhaozi's blood boiled away, disintegrating the cold air in an instant, and glowing from the whole body.

Within the Sea of ​​Consciousness, a real purple dragon with a big star in its mouth leaped up, crashing into the hazy full moon with its head smashing into pieces.

In reality, I saw Meng Zhao dancing with both hands, as if waving a pipa, strands of fine red dragon energy overflowing from his fingertips, turning into horizontal and vertical red chains densely covering the space in front of him, advancing layer by layer, pushing the surging And the vast Yuebai River was intercepted ten feet away.

But it was Tu Xiu's peerless skill, the Dragon Locking Kungfu, which ruled the world in the past.

The chain contained mysterious mighty power. It looked as fine as hair, and the woven net seemed to be able to be pierced with a finger. However, it erupted with inscrutable flexibility, resisting the sudden eruption of tyrannical palm force.

This is almost impossible, but Meng Zhao did it.

It's like a piece of glass, how can it resist the flying gold and iron?How can a piece of cotton not be torn by sharp objects?

However, the price was that Meng Zhao's entire body was directly blasted more than two feet away. When he landed, his feet made inch-deep marks on the hard ground, his black boots were cracked, his chest heaved violently, and his viscera and meridians were all affected by the shock.

The warrior next to him had already suffered a lot of internal injuries at this time, and it was absolutely impossible to do it again.

However, Meng Zhao's foundation is strong and powerful, which is rare in the world, and the dragon body is even more rigid and powerful, possessing the vitality of turning decay into magic.

Those shocks did not cause much damage.

Even if there were some minor injuries, they recovered in a very short time.

Therefore, it seemed that Meng Zhao was only repelled, but he was not injured, and his breath was only momentarily disordered, and then he recovered as before, still as strong as before.

This scene was beyond the expectation of the feminine man, it was unbelievable, but also admirable,
"What a powerful boy, although I only used three parts of my strength for this move of Bright Moon Shining on the River, it is very difficult for ordinary warriors with three innate senses to catch it, but you are doing better than them all. It's simple, no wonder the drunk spring breeze can do nothing to you."

There is already a calculation in my heart.

It is true that the martial art practiced by Meng Zhao is indeed extremely powerful, but the more important thing is that Meng Zhao is a very special person.

How should I put it, while practicing the Chilong Dutian Secret Canon, others can only exert a power of one hundred, while Meng Zhao can exert two hundred, three hundred, or even more.

In other words, the level of martial arts is indeed very high, but Meng Zhao also has his own secrets.

He seems to be of some kind of special physique.

Otherwise, it's hard to explain, the day after tomorrow can reverse the innate combat power.

(End of this chapter)