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Chapter 633 Meng Chuan's Progress and Guess (Subscribe)

Meng Manor Manor, inside the school martial arts field.

The burly and majestic Meng Chuan, who looks like a giant spirit god, has short black hair tied up by a blue headband, his upper body is naked, and his lower body is wearing black trousers with leggings. A pair of eyes move left and right, and his hands are clasped on both sides of his waist. Make a ready move.

With a sound, the twelve Suzaku guards around Meng Chuan concentrated their attention, either holding bows or shooting crossbows, shooting arrows at Meng Chuan, powerful and powerful, tearing the air like thunder and fire.

These twelve Suzaku God Guards are full of strength, good eyesight, and precise and steady handwork. In terms of quality alone, they are by no means inferior to the so-called sharpshooters in the army. The impact of their archery is also enough to call Houtian Wudao Experts fear.

The 12 people shot at the same time from four directions, front, rear, left, and right, almost blocking all escape routes, which can be called a sure kill.

However, Meng Chuan created the possibility from the inconceivable. He breathed out like thunder, his chest shook, and his feet turned into afterimages. Like a flying ape, agile and nimble, like a heavy giant elephant, standing on the ground without moving.

This light and heavy, agile and clumsy movement, in Meng Chuan's interpretation, is exceptionally harmonious and harmonious, just like day and night, clearly opposite and contradictory, but in itself, it is just A change of sight, a blinding of light and shadow.

In essence, day and night are a kind of celestial change.

The arrows and crossbows shot by the twelve Suzaku guards either collided in twos or crossed across, and did not pose any threat to Meng Chuan at all, and were completely dodged by him with his incomparable body skills. .

Archery and dodging are only in a short moment, but the thrills and excitement are enough to make the heart beat wildly, which is clearly companionship with death.

Meng Rong, who was eating cantaloupe on one side and had her black and thick hair tied into a cute ball head, saw Meng Chuan dodging this dangerous round of shots, her eyes flickered in excitement, and she patted her two small hands that were as tender as green onions. happily said,
"Fifth brother, it's not bad. I remember that when you were at home, you could only avoid eleven people. Now there is one more. It seems that your martial arts have improved again!"

Meng Chuan avoided the dangerous shooting and spent a lot of physical and mental energy in a very short period of time. In addition to the dense sweat beads on the upper body, which gathered into streams and slid down the firm muscles, his expression was also slightly tired.

Hearing this, she was a little happy, ordered the twelve Suzaku guards, then took a clean white towel from the hand of the maid next to her, and while wiping the wet chest and back, she was a little complacent,
"Not to mention, I couldn't do it at first, but last time in order to save you, I fought with all my life, including innate warriors. Although I was injured, it also let me appreciate something. Kung fu is another One level higher."

Martial arts practice is a magnificent road. It may go smoothly all the way, be brave and diligent, or stay in a certain realm for a long time without making any progress. , The magnificence and wonder that cannot be appreciated.

Since Meng Chuan was born, his aptitude has been weighed by the masters of the Meng family. His physique can be described as excellent. He can be regarded as the type of person with the top cultivation aptitude among non-special physiques, and may not even be inferior to those with special physiques.

Therefore, Meng Chuan has been placed with high hopes since he was a child. When he was a child, he soaked in medicinal baths, recuperated his body, and killed poisonous insects in his blood, which made his roots deep. When he was young, he practiced martial arts and made great strides. He is masculine, fierce, domineering and domineering, and he has still been trained to look like a man, and he has mastered the essence of the charm.

However, no matter how talented or formidable, Meng Chuan is still difficult to break through the checkpoints, that is, as his skill is improving, it is always difficult to enter the next level of that realm.

For example, when his internal strength has fifty units of measurement, he can escape the shooting and assassination of 11 people.

But when his internal strength has one hundred units of measurement, he can only escape the assassination of 11 people.

This state has nothing to do with the level of internal strength, but a kind of cognition of martial arts, which is difficult to break through.

Until Meng Rong was targeted by Wu Kaijing and Xun Tao and kidnapped, Meng Chuan was filled with grief and indignation, risking his life to fight against the enemy. At that time, he had actually understood some truths and methods, and his realm had been raised to a higher level.

It's just that it's hard to show because of the injury. Now that his injury has recovered, his martial arts have naturally improved to a higher level, and his skills have made great progress.

Regarding Meng Chuan's self-satisfaction, Meng Rong rolled her beautiful eyes and said in a blow,

"Fifth brother, no matter how good your kung fu is, can you be as good as fourth brother?

In fact, it is really strange. I remember that when the fourth brother first came home, he was obviously far inferior to you. How he has become so powerful now is really unimaginable. "

Meng Chuan's expression froze, his heart was as sour as if he had swallowed a bottle of vinegar, and he had mixed feelings.

That's right, back then Meng Zhao was far behind him in both skill and martial arts, not even in the same order of magnitude.

As a result, it only took so long to far surpass him. This speed of progress can only be described as rapid progress.

What's even more frightening is that he has always seen this speed of progress, and no matter how hard he practiced, it would be difficult to catch up, which made him desperate.

Sometimes, apart from being jealous and envious of Meng Zhao in his heart, Meng Chuan is still suspicious.

Isn't he the martial arts prodigy that the elders said?If he is a genius, then who is Meng Zhao?

A ghost, a geek, or a monster?
If Meng Zhao had shown this kind of talent and speed of practice since he was a child, it would be fine, but in just over a year, it was a leap-forward explosive improvement.

When he came to Nan'an this time, although he didn't compete with Meng Zhao again, Meng Chuan knew very well that his fourth brother's martial arts might have greatly improved again.

This kind of improvement is carried out on the basis of many surpassing him, so he can only feel it, not actually experience it.

Of course, spiritual communication is another matter.

After all, Meng Zhao is a pervert who can compete with big men like Wu Zunyuan in momentum, and win.

"By the way, the fourth brother has been in retreat for six days, why hasn't he come out, will there be any problems?"

Meng Rong was a little worried. From what she knew, even her father, third uncle, and brothers rarely retreated, let alone retreated for such a long time, and always felt a little weak.

Meng Chuan didn't know much about it, but he had a vague guess, and he said,
"I'm not too sure about this, but it should be a big improvement.

I suspect that the fourth brother may be entering the innate martial arts, so it is not surprising that the retreat time is longer. "

Meng Zhao's strength cannot be tolerated by the day after tomorrow, and Meng Chuan really can't imagine how much he can improve in the day after tomorrow realm.

Therefore, he guessed that Meng Zhao might break into the gate of Xiantian.

From then on, in terms of real martial arts practice, he stepped into the hall and stepped into the forest of the strong.

(End of this chapter)