Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

There were three muffled sounds of "dong dong dong", and the birdman's claws and Meng Zhao's hammer-like fists violently collided with each other.

There was a strong wind, and the ground seemed to tremble.

The originally confident Birdman's eyes narrowed, and he did not expect such a change to occur.

He was thrown away by a violent force almost instantly, and landed with a roar.

The powerful impact caused him to roll backwards involuntarily, and his back was burning and scratched against sharp stones.

Naturally, there were grass clippings and dust stuck to the body, making it dusty and dirty, making it look very embarrassed.

Birdman rested his trembling right hand on the ground, half-kneeling, raised his head, and looked at Meng Zhao, who was still standing calmly on the carriage, with horrified eyes.

The sore and numb pain that came from his arm, like ants gnawing at him, reminded him of the punch just now, which seemed to be slowing down.

Fierce, fierce, powerful, and the timing of the grab is also good.

Is this what a young man who has been raised as a mascot in a temple without the guidance of a family expert can do?

Not only that, Birdman raised his right hand and put it in front of his eyes for a look. The nails on the sharp claws that could break steel were broken by the terrifying force. The blood was extremely terrifying. .

This made him hesitate. It would be difficult to defeat Meng Zhao, who was so good at martial arts, in a short time. So, what should we do next?

On the other side, Meng Zhao was standing tall and straight on the carriage, as steady as a rock, acting calm and relaxed, with the demeanor of a master.

It seemed that he had just done something trivial to fight off the extremely powerful attacker.

But in fact, he is at the end of his rope now.

This birdman's internal strength is not outstanding. Above him, the claw skills he cultivates are also fierce and powerful, indestructible. After all, even steel knives can be broken with bare hands.

In a real collision, he seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact his right fist was completely numb, he lost consciousness, and there was no possibility of punching again.

If it weren't for the pure yang boy energy extracted from the Luohan Boy Kung Fu, which has the magical effect of protecting the body and reducing some of the sharp force on the opponent's claws at the moment of the duel, he would have been disabled now.

Even so, Meng Zhao still did not panic. Whether it was his expression, eyes, or performance, he seemed to be wise. Everything was as he expected. He said condescendingly without blinking an eyelid,

"Your kung fu is pretty good and somewhat impressive, but you can't kill me yet.

Tell me, who sent you here? If you tell me who is behind this, I can let you live. "

This tone, this content, it's as if he has an absolute advantage and can kill people at any time.

But considering the current situation, the stunning punch he unleashed was still somewhat deceptive.

Of course, Meng Zhao is not without the ability to fight back. He doesn't have a right fist, a left fist, a fist, and a pair of legs.

Even in a desperate situation, it is feasible to abandon the car and flee directly, and use the black-scaled horse to get around.

He had planned everything from the beginning, unless the enemy had the strength to crush him.

But if that were the case, the opponent wouldn't have to cut the battlefield so hard and move Lu Le away.

Birdman snorted coldly and did not answer. He looked at the entire battlefield with regretful eyes.

Lu Le only realized something was wrong when the birdman appeared. He desperately pushed back the hidden weapon master and rushed back.

Although Scar and Wang Tao couldn't escape, they already had a huge advantage and could kill their opponents and come to support at any time.

Coupled with his unpredictable martial arts skills, he was directly opposite and punched him away, leaving Meng Zhao stunned.

This operation can be said to have failed in vain, with no possibility of success.

Now that the matter has come to this, Birdman makes a decisive decision and makes a choice.

He stood up slowly and did not lose his mind and continued to move forward. Instead, he stepped back quickly and made a sharp, clear whistle, high-pitched and urgent.

After hearing this clear roar, the enemies on the previous battlefields of Purple Leaf Maple Forest knew that it was time to retreat, and began to consciously fight and retreat.

However, the guards of the Meng Mansion were not given in vain. They followed this group of people and stayed behind, leaving several more corpses behind.

As for the dwarf with good agility and the weird hidden weapon master who was entangled with Scar, they were able to evacuate safely.

Less than a minute had passed from the time this group of enemies made the surprise attack to the time they retreated. It was a blitzkrieg, but the battle was brutal. There were already more than a dozen corpses left on the ground, and the maple forest was stained red with blood.

The refugees who had previously stopped in front of the Purple Leaf Maple Forest had already disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, Meng Zhao finally let out a long sigh of relief and looked solemnly at his right fist hidden behind his back.

There were only a few thin red marks on the fist surface, like a brush stroke, which were injured by the birdman's sharp claws.

Fortunately, the wound is not deep.

For Meng Zhao, who had undergone a cleansing of the essence and marrow and had used the Arhat Boy Kung Fu to strengthen his body and bones, the injury was just a minor injury and there was no need to worry.

At this time, Lu Le, whose face was still a bit immature, ran to Meng Zhao with a face full of annoyance and regret, knelt down on his knees, bowed his head and apologized,

"You deserve to die, little slave. I let you face danger alone and got injured. Please punish me, Master."

As he spoke, he raised the long whip with spikes in his hand high.

That meant asking Meng Zhao to whip him hard with the whip, which would make him feel better.

It can be seen that Lu Le is indeed extremely remorseful and remorseful.

Meng Zhao was able to repel the enemy and remain safe. This was his master's ability, but it did not mean that he had no responsibility.

On the contrary, Lu Le felt that he had been led by someone so stupidly, putting the young master in danger and deserved a beating.

Scar and shooter Wang Tao also ran over on horseback with ugly expressions on their faces, and quickly turned over and dismounted.

Then they knelt on both sides of Lu Le in a tacit understanding, one on the left and the other on the right, and apologized.

Lu Le was able to deal with the weirdo who could use hidden weapons, and tried his best to protect Meng Zhao.

The two of them didn't even have a chance to perform, so they were pinned down by their opponents and unable to return support.

Furthermore, the team's itinerary and formation distribution were all arranged by the two of them.

Meng Zhao also trusted and valued them enough to let them do it.

As a result, he was ambushed in advance, a big mess occurred, and the young master almost got into trouble.

In this situation, Scar and Wang Tao have greater responsibilities than Lu Le.

If anything happened to Meng Zhao here, whether he was kidnapped or died, they would all have to die to apologize.

Meng Zhao didn't think as much as the three of them thought. He shook his right hand, which gradually regained consciousness and felt pain, and said in a deep voice,

"Get up, this happened suddenly, I don't blame you, so don't kneel on the ground.

What you have to do now is to comfort the wounded, reallocate the escort manpower, and clean the scene.

In addition, go and see if there are any clues among the dead people that can lead to the origin and identity of this group of people. "

Meng Zhao's tone of voice was not that angry and sinister, and he did not seem to be disappointed with them. Scar and Wang Tao were overjoyed and shouted quickly,

"promise."

Lu Le's mood was still low, and he stood up silently, stuck in place like a wooden stake.