Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Fu Qingtong was overjoyed when he heard this. He was excited and nodded repeatedly.

"That's good, that's good. It's better to choose a day than to hit it. I wonder if Mr. Meng's fifth brother is free today?"

Meng Zhao was a little speechless. This was too impatient. It was just a martial arts contest and a spar. It was not a life-or-death matter. When could we go?

However, from Fu Qingtong's performance, he could figure out something. He felt that things might not be as simple as he said, so he refused,

"I'm afraid not. My fifth brother just came to Lingwu City yesterday and met a group of masters. During the fight, he suffered some injuries.

But it's not heavy. After some time of cultivation, it can be restored to its original state, but now it's impossible to use force. "

Fu Qingtong was a little disappointed, but he still cheered up and smiled.

"That's fine, as long as we can learn from each other."

Seeing that Meng Zhao was a little confused, Fu Qingtong thought for a moment and said,

"Mr. Meng is probably wondering why Qingtong is so obsessed with this matter. In fact, this matter is related to my future martial arts future.

The Weapon Melting Hand I learned from Zhenwu Guan is a superb martial art directed at the master. It is masculine and fierce, but it also has great limitations.

It is necessary to smelt hundreds of fires in order to cultivate this martial arts to great perfection, and its power is unparalleled.

These hundreds of fires are just an imaginary number, but they are actually some strange fire powers. The most famous ones are the Red Flag Order passed down by Brother Meng’s family, the Mysterious Fire Scripture from Fire Dragon Cave, and even the fire power developed through peerless miracles such as the Nine Fires Guiyuan Scripture. .

The reason why I want to compete with the warriors who practice the Red Flag Order is actually because I want to use each other's energy to contact each other during the fight, sharpen and use fire, so that I can practice the Weapon Melting Hand. "

It turned out to be the case, and Meng Zhao finally understood the reason why he was so persistent.

Apart from being curious about the martial art of Melting Soldiers, he had no other thoughts. At least Fu Qingtong was honest enough to tell these things.

"Brother Meng, isn't he angry?"

"Brother Fu is overly worried. It's not like he leaked the Red Flag Order. He just wanted to compete with each other in martial arts. Who hasn't done that?

As for what rich brother gains from it, that's your own business, so why should I be angry?

Furthermore, my fifth brother is also a fool. He likes to practice martial arts and fight against different strong men.

If he knew that you were willing to come to compete with him, he would be so happy that he would be speechless. "

These words completely dispelled Fu Qingtong's worries, and his originally stiff smile became much more natural.

"That way, I won't have anything to worry about."

Meng Zhao nodded, his expression still calm,

"After settling the selfish matters, I don't know who the rich brother was entrusted by, and why did he see me?"

Fu Qingtong stopped smiling, his expression became serious, and even his waist became much straighter, and he said,

"Actually, I'm also curious. Brother Meng, have you ever known a man named Mu Ge?"

Meng Zhao originally behaved nonchalantly, but when he heard the word pastoral song, he felt like an electric shock was going on, and his whole body started to tremble.

His breathing became much faster, his purple eyes shone brightly, and his energy exploded.

"You know him?"

Mu Ge was an innate powerhouse under the throne of Qianjiao, the ninth elder of the Demon Lord Palace. Meng Zhao had also met him.

If his prediction was correct, this person should be the person Qianjiao used to contact him and even send him Emperor Yu's armor. However, he didn't know what happened, and there was no news yet.

Fu Qingtong looked at Meng Zhao curiously. No matter how well he performed, he still showed something strange.

"Yes, strictly speaking, Mu Ge and I belong to the same sect, and both are under the Zhenwu Guan sect.

However, I am only a disciple of Xuanxin Guan, while Mu Ge is a disciple of the current master of Zhenwu Guan. The status is very different, but in a matter of fact, he can be regarded as my senior brother.

Many years ago, when he was ordered to travel around the world, he suddenly disappeared without a trace.

He only occasionally sent messages to the door to prove that he was still alive.

Just yesterday, he contacted me mysteriously and wanted to contact Brother Meng through me as an intermediary. "

Meng Zhao was stunned by the information revealed in Fu Qing's fairy tale.

In his impression, Mu Ge was a master under Qianjiao. He could not be said to have committed a heinous crime, but he must have committed a murderous act.

In any case, it has nothing to do with decency and Taoism.

Even if he had found out that the other party studied Taoist martial arts, he just thought that Mu Ge was more lucky and got the fragments of a certain martial arts.

I never thought that this person would be a disciple of Zhenwu Temple, one of the thirteen families, the contemporary Taoist holy land, and also a disciple of the temple's master.

It is impossible to say that there will be a chance to get a glimpse of the throne of the Lord of Zhenwu Temple in the future.

It's like a prince who was born in the third generation of red and went to work as a pawn for the boss of a gang of evil forces. He is totally irrelevant.

However, Meng Zhao then thought that Mu Ge might not be willing to stay under Qian Jiao's subordinates, or that he might be under coercion.

Just like him, wasn't he considered Ma Zai, the younger brother of the mysterious man Zhao Hun?

Time has changed, and a person's identity, status, and even stance are not static.

Of course, these were just fleeting thoughts in his mind. He didn't care about what happened to Mu Ge or what his difficulties were. The two of them had never crossed paths. The key was, where was Di Yu's armor? Can the covenant made by Jiao still come true?

Meng Zhaocheng was deep and scheming. Even though he was extremely anxious, he still asked, neither salty nor light.

"Since Mu Ge has been missing for many years and has never been seen, how can Brother Rich confirm that the person who contacted you is Mu Ge and not someone else pretending to be someone else?"

"Brother Meng can rest assured on this point. I have verified it clearly and confirmed it without a doubt. The master has also confirmed it. If you don't believe me, you should believe the master."

Fuyang Old Taoist is a powerful figure, the younger brother of the current master of Zhenwu Temple. He pioneered the Xuanxin Temple in Lingwu City. He has a broad mind and a far-reaching realm. He is the whole town of Youdao.

If he confirms it, he must be very sure, and Meng Zhao still trusts him.

"Why did he ask you to contact me?"

Meng Zhao was looking forward to it. Ever since he arrived in Lingwu City, he had been waiting for the people sent by Qianjiao to come to complete the transaction.

As a result, he waited day and night, and finally waited in vain, and even he himself had lost confidence.

Now Pastoral has sent someone to contact him in a mysterious manner. Could it be that things have turned around?

Fu Qingtong's lips moved, but he did not speak directly. Instead, he conveyed it to Meng Zhao through sound transmission.

"Mu Ge asked me to tell Brother Meng that things have changed. He and his friends are being targeted. They have no resources and are in a worrying situation. They urgently need something from Brother Meng's hands to get out of the predicament.

As for the exchange, I will deliver it to Brother Meng. I wonder if Brother Meng agrees? "

Meng Zhao was stunned for a moment. He never thought that what Mu Ge conveyed to him was actually this news.

He had suspected before that there was something wrong with Qianjiao's delay in sending anyone over.

Now it seems that his situation is very bad. Is it the pressure from the Demon Lord Palace, or the enemies outside the Demon Lord Palace?

Meng Zhao prefers the former.