Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Meng Zhao's mind moved, and he summoned it through the soul mark. Xiaolong Xiaojiu, who was munching on the precious ore, suddenly raised his head. A trace of doubt flashed in his cold and ruthless dragon eyes, and then he meandered his body and slowly swam to Meng Zhao's side. In front of the body, the lower body is coiled, the upper limbs are upright, the flesh on the side of the neck, and the fluttering mane look extraordinary.

Meng Zhao happily rubbed the slightly ferocious dragon head and said a few words of encouragement. Dragon Xiaojiu then chirped and used his magical power to turn into a black belt around Meng Zhao's waist. No one could guess that it was actually a black belt. A dragon with unlimited potential.

Opening the door, as soon as he walked out of the house, he saw Lu Le, dressed in Tsing Yi, who had been waiting for a long time.

"Master, Wu Kaijing has handed over a greeting card and wants to see you. He is waiting in the front hall now. Do you want to see him?

If he doesn't want to see him, the slave will find an excuse and send him away. "

As Meng Zhao's number one confidant, Lu Le knew Meng Zhao very well, and he also knew Meng Zhao's thoughts very well. He knew that his hatred and hostility towards the Wu family and Wu Kaijing were not just because of the Han Pu incident, but also more. , is based on the consideration of its own strength management.

To put it simply, Meng Zhao's attack on the seven gangs next to the original Daqi Gang was just some appetizers. The Wu family was the big meal he was targeting.

Naturally, Lu Le didn't have a good impression of the Wu family. Of course, he didn't dare to make his own decisions without Meng Zhao's consent, and turned Wu Kaijing away. He just invited him into Zhuangzi and took him to the main hall to wait, and he I came to find Meng Zhao who was practicing martial arts.

Meng Zhao's eyes flashed with sharpness, as sharp as a sword. Because he had just finished practicing martial arts, his imposing aura and powerful spirit had not yet dissipated. In an instant, Lu Le felt a kind of oppression like a towering mountain, and his heart was filled with pressure. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that Meng Zhao’s martial arts was getting better and better.

"No, according to the information we collected, this person should not be here. His appearance should be the work of the head of the Wu family. I want to see what he is here for. A Le, you Let’s entertain him first and then go see him after I wash up.”

Lu Le followed the order, while Meng Zhao thought for a while, called a warrior who was guarding the house, whispered to him, and then left...

In the main hall of the manor, Wu Kaijing was wearing a black gilt-patterned brocade shirt, sitting on a wooden chair extremely impatiently, blowing a folding fan from time to time, trying to dispel the evil fire in his heart and the heat in the air.

The weather in Lingwu City is terrible. It was obviously raining heavily yesterday, but today it has turned into a scorching sun.

Of course, the abnormal weather was far less depressed than Wu Kaijing's heart. If Wu Zunyuan hadn't called him to apologize and build a relationship, he would have been full and came to see the expression on the face of an unrelated person.

Next to Wu Kaijing, there is a man in his forties with obvious texture on his forehead, simple appearance and solemn temperament.

This person is Wu Zunyuan's right-hand man and a powerful figure in the Wu family, You Shouren.

Because there were only a few servants waiting in the hall, Wu Kaijing relaxed a little and quietly said to You Shouren next to him,

"Uncle You, do you think Meng Zhao is deliberately staged to make fun of us?"

It’s not surprising that Wu Kaijing thought so. In the past, when he visited other families or gangs, every family would come to see him as if they were their ancestors, and they would flatter him in all kinds of ways. Even people of the same level would solemnly treat him as if they were their ancestors. treat.

It's better now. When you come to Meng's house, a random guy comes out, brings you two cups of tea, and then disappears. He says that Meng Zhao has something urgent to deal with, but who knows what the truth is.

Anyway, Wu Kaijing felt that Meng Zhao must have done this on purpose, letting him waste time here in order to humiliate him and take revenge on him.

You Shouren smiled slightly, his simple face showing some color, and said gently,

"Mr. Jing, Meng Zhao is the head of the Lingwu Meng family, and his status is equal to that of the master. Even if he is a little arrogant, it is nothing. Besides, I don't think he is such a person, so just wait patiently."

Just as Wu Zunyuan had studied and understood Meng Zhao a lot, and highly affirmed and praised him, the same was true for You Shouren. Because of his understanding, he knew that Meng Zhao was not such a bad person.

Deliberately procrastinating and making people sit and waste time waiting are tricks that Wu Kaijing can do, but not people like Meng Zhao.

If they really took action, they would only kill him with one blow, leaving no room for death, and they would not be so petty.

You Shouren also knew that Mr. Jing of his family was not a person willing to bow his head, so the master sent him here to follow him just in case.

Wu Kaijing cursed the old man in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

The person in power of the Wu family is Wu Zunyuan. Wu Zunyuan trusts You Shouren and puts him in high regard. He can only listen to the other party's teachings honestly, otherwise he will show off his words a little bit when he goes back and scold him all over again.

The two waited for about a quarter of an hour before they saw several people hurriedly walking in from outside the entrance of the hall.

One is the round-faced young man who received them before, that is, Lu Le, and the other is the middle-aged man with a stern face who carries a long sword on his back, Cang Shuyun, who is in charge of the palace.

Sitting in front of these two people was a young man with long hair still moistened with moisture, who must have just taken a bath.

He is tall and strong, with a vigorous and strong body, handsome face, fair skin, and a majestic temperament like a majestic dragon. When he looks around, he is full of power and domineering.

Even people like Wu Kaijing couldn't help but feel ashamed in their hearts when they saw it, and thought to themselves,

"Hiss, this pretty boy has a good face and a good aura. Could it be that he is Meng Zhao?"

Compared with Wu Kaijing's focus, You Shouren's heart moved and he observed Meng Zhao silently. A hint of scarlet flashed in his black eyes, and he became more and more surprised as he looked.

He is proficient in martial arts and has extensive knowledge. He is proficient in an innate secret technique called the Eyes of Spiritual Deficiency. By collecting the pure energy of the Nine Heavens and integrating it into his eyes, he has the magical effect of seeing illusions and breaking through profound confusion.

Now at a glance, I can only feel that the qi machines in Meng Zhao's body are diverging, large and small, thousands and thousands of them, wandering erratically. But overall, those shunted qi machines, combined together, form an extremely majestic real dragon.

Moreover, the energy and blood in Meng Zhao's body was also extremely strong and strong, glowing with a dazzling purple light that stung his eyes.

You Shouren instantly understood that this young head of the Meng family not only had extraordinary skills, but his martial arts cultivation and qualifications were also beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Because he could only glean these contents, he guessed that either Meng Zhao practiced a world-shattering Dragon Dao martial arts, or he had a special physique and a different bloodline.

No matter which one it is, it can be regarded as a monster.

After Meng Zhao entered the door, he saw the two of them at the same time. At the same time, there was a chill on his body, and he felt like he was being spied on. He looked at the middle-aged man and realized it.

This is a master.