Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 82

When Hu Yingming's fist was about to hit Meng Zhao's face, he stepped back with his right foot, held his hands in front of him, bent his body like a bow, and pressed down hard against the coming fist.

The fist was deflected by a force, missed Meng Zhao's head, barely brushing the space in front of his face.

Meng Zhao, who had been prepared for a long time, was of course unwilling to just defend. While shifting his body, he stepped forward with his left leg in a lunge posture.

Pressing Hu Yingming's fist with both hands, he turned sideways and shook his shoulder, and the left shoulder instantly touched Hu Yingming's chest.

Hu Yingming's eyes protruded, like a dead fish, he let out a cry of pain, and his body retreated involuntarily.

This collision can be described as an attack in defense, completely beyond Hu Yingming's expectations.

Not only did he never expect that Meng Zhao had already made preparations, but he just kept hidden and was ready to go.

What's more, he didn't expect the opponent's counterattack to be so sharp, even attacking him with his shoulder.

The fault is not ordinary strength, with the performance of his middle door wide open, the opponent's collision can directly kill him.

And this move is not the move of Arhat Boxing, Sun Wheel Seal, or the iron-smelting hand that combines the essence of the two, but the reaction of Meng Zhao's flash of inspiration.

While Shi Jie was paying attention to the battle between Xiao Yujian Liu Song and Lu Zhong, he could not help being surprised when he saw this scene out of the corner of his eye.

He is very familiar with Meng Zhao's boxing methods. If it was Meng Zhao in the past, although there were various ways to deal with Hu Yingming's sneak attack, they were all stuck in the established boxing methods.

But this move is different, completely different from the previous Meng Zhao, not only unexpected, but also gives Meng Zhao a stronger, broader, and more unlimited possibility, because this is spirituality, there is only a thin line between whether there is or is not.

"This kid, although his mind is deep, is smooth but not greasy, exquisite and clear, he is really a talent for practicing martial arts."

Of course Meng Zhao didn't know what Shi Jie thought of him, and he didn't have the energy to pay attention to the reactions of others.

Facing Hu Yingming who was retreating, he struck while the iron was hot, and stepped on the flying cloud step, like floating clouds, and caught up with him in two or three steps.

Carrying the inner breath of the Chiqi Order in his hand, the scorching heat seemed to hold a small sun and smash it down.

As expected of Hu Yingming, who has practiced martial arts for many years, his reaction is extremely fast. The pain in his chest involves his muscles, so it is difficult to make fine movements, let alone counterattack.

He could only cross his rough hands in front of his chest, trying to stop Meng Zhao from smashing.

Although his chest was slightly injured, his internal strength was not damaged at all. At this time, the internal strength cultivated by Tianyin Milu turned into a soft force, and he held it between his hands, which can be regarded as a good response.

Even though he was still at a disadvantage after this move, he finally stabilized and had a chance to breathe.

However, just when the two were about to bump into each other, Meng Zhao smiled and his eyes sparkled.

With force under his feet, he made a plum-blossom pile-sinking step method, from a very impactful forward rush to stepping on the ground with both feet, directly crushing the hard floor, spreading all the way to the range of several feet around his body.

That's not all, at the same time as his feet paused, Meng Zhao's fist changed, and his five fingers spread open. The inner breath that had been condensed into a ball scattered into the five fingers, and with a backhand thrust, it slid directly above Hu Yingming's intertwined hands.

The technique used the strength of the iron-smelting hand, swung it from side to side, and instantly scattered Hu Yingming's intertwined hands, and then the palm drove straight in, and directly grabbed Hu Yingming's neck with lightning speed.

The other hand tapped several times on Hu Yingming's chest. The red flag turned the internal energy into fine needles and stuck them into several acupuncture points of the opponent, making him unable to raise his internal breath, and his body became stiff and unable to move.

In just a few breaths, Hu Yingming turned from complacent, sneak attack with his hands, into a puppet in Meng Zhao's hands, a prisoner under his rank, this change stunned others.

Hu Yingming himself didn't react, his dark face was first blank, and then frightened and angry.

It's a pity that Meng Zhao ordered the dumb point, so he could only utter syllables with unknown meanings, but he couldn't speak.

However, the grief and anger on his face could still be seen.

He thought in his heart that he could easily capture him, but he didn't expect to become the other party's prisoner instead.

This contrast really made the arrogant Hu Yingming unbearable, and it was a great blow.

What frightened him even more was that he had already killed Meng Zhao just now, how could he know that the other party would not kill him?
This time it was really life-threatening.

Meng Zhao controlled Hu Yingming, most of the worries in his heart had dissipated, he held Hu Yingming with his backhand and stepped back a few steps, his inner breath was still surging and filling his body, so as to ensure that no one else could get close to him, and only then could he be invincible with the help of the hostage in his hand .

Sure enough, Liu Song, who was still fighting over there, was extremely vigilant. After realizing that Hu Yingming had fallen into Meng Zhao's hands, his always stiff expression finally changed.

Unleashed a sword qi with all his strength to repel Lu Zhong, then jumped out of the battle circle and rushed towards the direction where Meng Zhao and Hu Yingming were. , tears in my eyes.

His movement is like the wind blowing willows, smooth and changeable, arriving in an instant.

With Meng Zhao's current martial arts, he couldn't react at all, let alone resist the opponent.

Fortunately, the few steps that Meng Zhao retreated out of caution before played a key role and became a natural moat that Liu Song could hardly overcome.

Fortunately, there was another Shi Jie who was always paying attention to Liu Song, and when Xiao Yujian wanted to surprise Meng Zhao, he made a sudden move.

In the middle of the journey, the man jumped up in the air, and in the midst of lightning and flint, he threw out several palms in a row. The fierce and vigorous force instantly enveloped Liu Song, making him have to turn around to deal with it, and missed the only chance to rescue Hu Yingming.

The two fought against each other in the air, which was very exciting, not inferior to the battle between Lu Zhong and Liu Song.

And compared to Lu Zhong's use of strength to attack, Shi Jie used pure strength to overwhelm Liu Song's Drizzle Sword Qi, extremely brave.

This scene made those Hu family masters who were about to make a move stop in their tracks and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Anyone who can compete with Xiao Yujian Liu Song is invincible, except for the innate master.

So, the opponent now has two innate combat powers, and they only have one on their side. What's the point?

Not to mention that Meng Zhao still held Hu Yingming's life in his hands at this time, let alone be able to act on his will.

"stop!"

Meng Zhao's clear voice came out, and the figures of the two fighting sides quickly pulled apart.

Liu Song looked at Hu Yingming with a gloomy expression, and Meng Zhao who was strangling Hu Yingming's neck tightly, and said,

"You have won, let Ying Ming go and let you go."

This was already a helpless move. In fact, even if Meng Zhao did not win Hu Yingming, according to Liu Song's calculations, they would not be able to keep the main character of the opponent today. After all, the two innate combat powers are not the same, and he is under great pressure.

Meng Zhao smiled, his eyes burning, his tone still calm,

"Happy, but I have to ask Mr. Hu to give us a ride, lest you chase after us.

Mr. Liu can also rest assured that for Chairman Hu's sake, I will not hurt Mr. Hu, and when it is safe, I will let him go away on his own. "

The words have come to this point, Liu Song knows that continuing to delay will only make things worse, and said,
"Back off all, let them go."

Still crisp and neat, this is a very decisive person.

Shi Jie, Lu Zhong, Lu Le and others gathered around Meng Zhao, forming a circle, and walked quickly towards the gate outside the mansion.

(End of this chapter)