Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

There was a muffled thud, and Shi Siming's heavy body fell heavily on the corner of the ring, lying on his back, his hair messy, and the corners of his mouth stained with blood.

His eyes were empty and confused, and he seemed completely unable to react to the fact that he was defeated in one blow.

A few months ago, although Meng Zhao was difficult for him to deal with, and he even lost a little bit, it was the opponent who used deceit and treachery that made him suffer. But now, can't he even catch the opponent's punch? ?

This speed of improvement was really hard for him to accept.

Meng Zhao slowly retracted his clenched fist, his breath was terrifyingly steady, as if it was not him who had just punched him.

Looking at Shi Siming, who was lying on his back on the ring, he was deeply moved, but more importantly, he was happy and excited.

This punch he used was the Thousand Needles Rain technique of the Iron Hand, but due to the change in the foundation of the inner family, this move was also very different. The force of the punch was no longer the condensed needle light, but the head and tail of the fist. It is as fine and dense as the dragon-shaped energy of a locust.

Every strand of dragon-shaped Qi energy is twisted into one and does not break up. No matter in every aspect, it is far better than the original version of Thousand Needles Rain, and its power is naturally far greater than the former.

Furthermore, Meng Zhao doesn't actually need this kind of trick. The sheer power of the Red Dragon Power is enough to violently crush the opponent.

This is the so-called ability to defeat ten groups with one force.

There was an uproar under the ring, and the originally silent venue suddenly exploded with discussions.

The dozen or so Fire Dragon Cave disciples couldn't believe their eyes. With Shi Siming's powerful martial arts, he couldn't catch the opponent's punch. Could it be that the opponent had already entered the innate state?

Because of the atmosphere in the door, a few people immediately formed a group and had a heated discussion about the exciting point of the move that determines the outcome.

And most of them were pale, they were not as good as Shi Siming, let alone Meng Zhao?

Tang Ling'er was also surprised with a hint of admiration. Beauties love heroes. Although Meng Zhao was only strong in terms of force, he was at least a little bit of a hero.

Zheng Kexie rubbed his eyes fiercely. He knew that Meng Zhao's martial arts was by no means ordinary and that he might be better than Shi Siming, but he didn't expect that this way of winning was different from slaughtering chickens and dogs.

Although he often looked down on Shi Siming and competed with him to please Tang Ling'er, he had to admit that his opponent's martial arts was indeed powerful. If the two of them fought against each other, if he could win five or six times out of ten, it would be considered that his performance was above his level.

In other words, if Meng Zhao could defeat Shi Siming with one punch, he could beat him into a dead dog with one punch. How could he not be surprised?

The most surprising thing was actually all the innates present.

Meng Zhao's performance like this only shows one thing, that is, he has a strong foundation that ordinary people can't match.

This foundation may not only be a difference in internal strength, but also a difference in talent and endowment.

Adult humans and adult elephants are both mature in terms of development, but in terms of strength, how can humans compare with elephants?

In the same way, with the same acquired martial arts cultivation, Shi Siming may be far superior to some rough and tumble people in the world, and of course, he may also be far from the opponent of other warriors.

Even without a competition, Shi Siming himself knew that at the same level, he was far from a match for a genius like Shen Tianci.

But some things seem simple, but are still difficult to understand.

For example, Taoist Mingxia, who was dumbfounded at this moment, with a dark and mean expression on his face, looked at Meng Zhao standing proudly on the stage, and said with a smile on his face,

"With great martial arts skills and great talent, Meng Jizu, it seems that the next generation of your Meng family will have this son as its pillar."

The Meng family used martial arts to fight for merit, to build a family with martial arts, and to pass down the family through martial arts. It cannot be said that all the family heads in the past generations were the strongest people of their generation, at least they were close to the strongest, so they could suppress all kinds of dissatisfaction.

Before Mingxia joined forces, Shi Siming severely injured Meng Wen. It was immediately apparent that Meng Zhao was not only far superior to Shi Siming, but even Meng Jizu's two sons were completely outclassed.

Sometimes, being appropriately excellent is a good thing, but being too excellent may lead to jealousy.

Meng Jizu didn't care on the surface, and his indifference didn't cause any trouble. However, anyone who knew his character knew that his lack of expression was the biggest abnormality.

In fact, he was also shocked by Meng Zhao's performance. Even if he condensed the nine red flags, opened up the Dantian like a sea, traveled a thousand miles, and opened up the twelve serious meridians, it was impossible to defeat Shi Siming in one blow.

Just as he understood Meng Wen's martial arts, it was natural that Shi Siming could defeat Meng Wen. So what level of martial arts had Meng Zhao, who was currently crushing, reached?

But why did such earth-shaking changes occur in just a few days?

He thought to himself, if time were turned back, if he and Meng Zhao were at the same level, they would not be able to match each other, and they might even be easily defeated.

Meng Hongdao on one side was surprised at first when he saw Meng Zhao's performance, and then he was stunned. Finally, he fell into silence after seeing Meng Jizu's calm and composed expression, which was actually expressionless.

He knew Meng Jizu very well. If Meng Zhao was just a young man with average qualifications, Meng Jizu would definitely pamper and love him as his own child.

If Meng Zhao was a genius with extraordinary abilities, Meng Jizu would also carefully cultivate him to assist the future head of the Meng family. He had already mixed many selfish thoughts besides family ties.

However, the current rise of Meng Zhao seems to be difficult to suppress, and it is far stronger than Meng Xi and Meng Wen. Meng Jizu's family affection for Meng Zhao is difficult to withstand precautions and fears.

Of course, at the moment, Meng Zhao has not yet mastered the innate martial arts, and Meng Jizu is only worried. As for the future, it is hard to say.

There was silence for a long time, as heaven and man were fighting in their hearts. For a long time, Meng Hongdao opened his lips slightly, looked at Meng Zhao's eyes flashing on the ring, and said through a voice message,

"Brother, in my opinion, Zhao'er has either practiced peerless martial arts and surpassed my Meng family's Red Flag Order, or he has some kind of special physique.

Either way, it is a blessing to our Meng family. We must not feel any resentment because of Mingxia's few words. "

After a pause, he said again,

"Besides, Zhao'er has always been smart, and by showing off his martial arts skills today, he must have the intention to show his sincerity to you and me."

In fact, Meng Jizu didn't care about the previous sentence. Whether it was peerless martial arts or special physique, it was still very comparable to others. The sentence that followed really moved him.

Since Meng Zhao returned to the Meng family, he has done a lot of things one after another and helped the Meng family a lot, which shows that he is a smart and calculating person, not just a simple brave man.

He could not fail to see that showing such martial arts would arouse his suspicion, but it was still the case. He had no intention of competing with Meng Xi and Meng Wen, and left all choices in his hands.

Regardless of whether it is sincerity or showing weakness to the enemy, there is still no way to make a difference at the moment.

Meng Jizu nodded and replied via message,

"Don't worry, Zhao'er is Zheng'an's only heir. Am I going to be disadvantageous to him just because he has the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix?"

Only then did Meng Hongdao feel at ease. As long as the family was harmonious and there was no acrimony, everything would be easy.