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Chapter 502 Young Master Meng Playing with Fire

Hu Dong was overjoyed for a moment, but when he heard that Meng Zhimo actually asked him to pour tea, his self-esteem suddenly became troubled, and he waved his hand: "Forget it, I don't want to be a strong man."

"Damn it! Can you be a bit of a cultivator spirit? How can I say that I am also a master at the prefectural level. Now I am teaching you to be a strong man and let you pour a cup of tea. Why are you not willing? Is there such a cheap thing? It's not because everyone is a genius cultivator that I don't care about your affairs. Alright, let's go!"

Ga? !

Everyone is a genius practitioner?When Hu Dong heard this, he immediately felt happy. You can say that I am a genius.Hu Dong shook his head helplessly, and poured Meng Zhimo a cup of tea.

"Bring it here."

Hu Dong gritted his teeth and brought the tea to Meng Zhimo. Meng Zhimo took the tea like an uncle.Hu Dong cursed secretly in his heart: "When I become stronger than you one day, I will beat you to death with one punch."

Meng Zhimo drank tea very slowly, basically tasting tea.

"Say it!" Hu Dong couldn't bear it anymore.

"What's the rush? The first big taboo for a cultivator is to be in a hurry. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Do you understand?" Meng Zhimo said with white eyes.

"Fuck." Hu Dong swears in the bottom of his heart.

Meng Zhimo drank half a cup of tea slowly, and then handed the glass teacup to Hu Dong. Hu Dong reluctantly continued, and was about to put the teacup on the table, but he heard Meng Zhimo say, "Wait a minute, put the teacup Hold it in your hand."

"?" Hu Dong was stunned. "What are you doing?"

"I tell you to take it, so you can take it. What are you talking about? Do you want to become a strong man?"

goooo...

Hu Dong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, apparently he was about to swear at someone just now.

"Stand up straight, then stretch your arms forward, yes, hold the teacup in your hand, and stretch your arms forward." Meng Zhimo ordered.

Hu Dong was quite speechless, not knowing what this guy was going to play, so he had to stretch his arms forward, and then held the quilt in his hands.

"Well, very good." After Meng Zhimo finished speaking, he stepped back a few steps.

"What are you going to do?" Hu Dong asked helplessly.

"Don't do anything, don't blink next time." Meng Zhimo said, one hand was in the shape of a palm, with the palm facing upwards, raised flat along the front of his abdomen...

Hu Dong looked more and more frightened, what is this guy doing?Could it be that he was practicing? At this moment, Hu Dong's eyes widened suddenly, but he saw Meng Zhimo's raised palm, which was actually slapped towards him. Shoot yourself to death?
"Wait a minute...!" Hu Dong yelled, but when he heard a "hoo", fire flashed in Hu Dong's eyes, and his eyes were instantly reddened by the fire, and his face and chest suddenly felt There was an indescribable burning sensation, as if being roasted suddenly by a raging fire, this feeling was fleeting, which frightened Hu Dong to the extreme.Because his eyes were strongly stimulated by the flames, he hasn't recovered yet, and his eyes are still fiery red!
Hu Dong was stunned, how could there be fire in front of his eyes just now?And will there be a burning sensation?He did see a piece of flame just now, shooting straight at himself and disappearing in a second.Hu Dong's eyes gradually regained his vision, only to vaguely see Meng Zhimo standing in front of him with his hands behind his back, looking at him and smiling.

"What were you doing just now?" Hu Dong said angrily.After Hu Dong said this, he said "Hey", but he realized that the teacup in his hand was gone. He took a closer look and was stunned. It's gone, there are only a few dark black ashes in his hands!

Where's the teacup?How can there be ashes?Hu Dong was a little overwhelmed.

"What... what's going on here? Where's the teacup?" Hu Dong asked with eyes as wide as copper bells.

"It's in your hands." Meng Zhimo said lightly.

"Gah?! You say these ashes in my hand are teacups?" Hu Dong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked in shock.

"good."

"this????"

"Yes, the teacup in your hand was burned like this." Meng Zhimo said.

What shocked Hu Dong was that the outside was scorched and the inside was tender. There was indeed a ray of fire attacking him just now, and it also made him feel a burning sensation all over his body, but it was only for a moment, but at this moment , The glass teacup in his hand was actually burnt to ash powder, this...is this too much?
"Yes...you did it?" Hu Dong was shocked.

"Is there anyone else in this room?"

"Uh...how is this possible? What trick did you play just now? You still set fire? And this fire actually burned the glass teacup to ashes in an instant?" Hu Dong thought more and more unbelievable. After being roasted, it will not turn into ashes anyway. After all, if the glass wants to melt, it must be at [-] degrees Celsius, but the ray of flame just now burned the glass into ashes in a second, which shows that This kind of flame is extremely terrible.

"Yes, I set it on fire." Meng Zhimo said lightly.

"How did you put it? Is there any high-tech equipment? For example, the astronaut's laser? Take it out and show it to me, and I will buy one to play with." Hu Dong said these few words quite stupidly .

"Ahem..." Meng Zhimo was quite speechless, "This is not an astronaut's laser, but it is emitted from my body."

"I'm so tired, are you real or fake? You are even better than Ultraman, and you can actually shoot flames? How about you try shooting another one? I didn't see it clearly just now, so you have another one." Hu Dong said At that time, he begged Meng Zhimo like a curious baby. If Hu Dong was a little dissatisfied with Meng Zhimo before, but now he is really convinced, this kid is really a superman, and he can shoot flames from his body?And the temperature is extremely high.Hu Dong thinks about it and finds it exciting. He can shoot flames. If he can shoot flames, he won’t need firewood to roast sweet potatoes in the future. He can just stretch out his palm and shoot some flames, and then he can roast sweet potatoes!

If Meng Zhimo knew that Hu Dong actually used "spiritual fire" to roast sweet potatoes at this time, he might faint on the spot.Meng Zhimo glanced at Hu Dong: "Aren't you awesome? Aren't you going to leave? Now you can go."

"Don't, I said Brother Meng, Brother Meng~~ It's all my fault, okay, I don't know that you are always a superman! And you can play with fire, you are just... that fire God Zhu Rong, no, that Taishang Laojun only spits out the real fire of Samadhi." Hu Dong flattered his lips.

"Okay, I'll show you another show. Once you stand up, I'll let you experience the power of the flames I fire!" Meng Zhimo said with his mouth curled.

"What?! Don't stop!" Hu Dong was terrified, he had been terrified just now, if he fired flames at himself, he wouldn't burn himself to ashes!These days you can make fun of other people's lives, but don't make fun of your own.

"You dare not try, how do you know the power of this flame?" Meng Zhimo pouted.

"Uh... No, I just want to see how it is fired. I know the power of this flame." Hu Dong said with a smile.

"Hey, come with me." Meng Zhimo said.

"Yes."

Hu Dong followed Meng Zhimo out of the small house, and there was a small open space at the door, and there were a few things on the open space.

"Brother Meng, let's perform." Hu Dong wanted to get close to Meng Zhimo to see how the flames were emitted, but he was also afraid that Meng Zhimo would commit a "two" and burn himself with fire, which made him quite contradictory.

Meng Zhimo pointed to a big tree with the thickness of a washbasin beside the open space and said, "You saw it right, I'm going to release flames on this big tree."

"Okay, I'm watching." Hu Dong didn't dare to blink his eyes, but finally reminded: "Place it carefully, don't get it wrong." Hu Dong was afraid of burning himself.

Meng Zhimo's expression suddenly became very serious, his left palm moved slightly, and the real energy of the prefecture-level strength began to fluctuate, making Hu Dong a little out of breath, but Hu Dong saw that Meng Zhimo's left palm began to turn red, and Straits of red light flowed in his left palm, as if about to burst out.

(End of this chapter)