Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Of course, Xie Jun felt that Xie Wanzhi should not dare to do this, at least not in a short period of time, because he would most likely not dare to act rashly until he found out the details of Meng Zhao!

In fact, Lu Le's heart was boiling with murderous intent, surging like a tide. He regarded Meng Zhao as his master, and his loyalty points were full. Liang Muchiu was Meng Zhao's woman, and she was also his mistress. She would humiliate her subjects to death. If Meng Zhao didn't have other plans, he would definitely fall out with Xie Wanzhi.

Of course, he only dared to be so bold because of Meng Zhao's support. Otherwise, he would turn into Goujian and work hard until the day he was able to take revenge.

Xie Wanzhi didn't know how much waves his gentle words caused in the hearts of the two of them. In addition to questioning Liang Muchiu, he was also testing other masters of the Meng family.

Lu Le replied casually, but most of them were useless nonsense. Xie Wanzhi didn't care, but looked at Xie Jun from time to time, making it unclear what he was thinking.

Xie Jun felt goosebumps all over his body, but he pretended not to know. In addition, Meng Zhao's support from the soul seed also gave him the confidence to stabilize!

The three of them walked very quickly, with Lu Le leading the way. There was no obstruction along the way, and they soon arrived at the main hall where Meng Zhao was.

Lu Le and Xie Jun stopped outside the house and said,

"My young master is waiting inside the house. You two have something private to discuss, so we won't go in. Just wait outside!"

Xie Wanzhi nodded, his calm heart filled with ripples. He had been a close friend of the Dragon King of Beimeng for a long time.

No longer hesitating, he strode into the main room. Due to the large space, it was impossible to tell where Meng Zhaoren was at first glance. However, Xie Wanzhi quickly sensed a mysterious aura, and followed this aura towards I walked into the inner hall on the west side and soon saw a person.

I saw this man with his hands behind his back, his posture tall and straight, and his bearing impressive. He was looking at a landscape painting hanging on the wall in a trance, seemingly unaware of the arrival of Xie Wanzhi behind him.

However, it was impossible for a master like Meng Zhao to be unaware of anything.

Therefore, Xie Wan subconsciously realized that the Dragon King of Beimeng was indeed an arrogant person, arrogant, domineering, and extremely powerful. Even if he sent someone to invite him, he still had this manner to face him.

Although he was not happy in his heart, he had long passed the age of impulsiveness, irritability, and unreasonable irritability. The so-called attitude was of no importance to him. He only cared about whether Meng Zhao was really capable. Damaged foundations are restored.

Therefore, Xie Wanzhi did not deliberately remain reserved. When he came closer, he said to Meng Zhao,

"King Menglong, I would like to thank you for your support. It's polite!"

Apart from his impression of body and temperament, Xie Wanzhi's understanding of martial arts was a bit ordinary. The pressure Meng Zhao put on him was not great. He was indeed a super master, but it seemed that he was not a threat to him?

This was an idea that came to Xie Wanzhi's mind instinctively after studying Meng Zhao for a long time.

A super master must be a warrior above him. If he is not a threat to him, it seems to be contrary to the former.

However, if it is a super strong man who is injured and temporarily unable to use force, it seems to be justified.

Therefore, Xie Wanzhi once again fell into the argument that was widely circulated in martial arts circles. Meng Zhao and the Lord of the Demon Palace were fighting to the death and could not use force for the time being.

It is consistent with the results of his previous surveys in various places.

This gave Xie Wanzhi great confidence. As long as the Menglong King was not so strong that he could seriously injure and kill him, he would have a lot of room for maneuver.

Meng Zhao didn't look back, just nodded slightly, hummed, and said,

"Thank you, Grand Master. You are polite. Come and take a look at my painting first. How is it?"

Xie Wanzhi just thought that Meng Zhao was admiring the original works of some famous artist, but he did not expect that the paintings hanging on the wall were actually Meng Zhao's own paintings.

This made him want to laugh a little. Could it be that this Dragon King of Beimeng was also an arty person who was seeking fame and reputation?

He is not from a rough background, but is a descendant of the Xie family. He has been familiar with scriptures since he was a child, honing his calligraphy and painting. It is very clear that unless warriors like them are really devoted to calligraphy and painting, it will be difficult to reach the true top masters. among the list.

It's fine to doodle casually for your own entertainment, but to entertain guests and deliberately ask people to taste and comment on it, it seems a little unclear and too self-centered.

However, he didn't care about this. He didn't care what Meng Zhao looked like. Since the other party invited him, it didn't hurt to take a look.

Anyway, there is still a lot of time, and Meng Zhao will have to solve the problem of his martial arts foundation sooner or later.

Xie Wanzhi stepped forward again and looked at the landscape painting hanging on the wall in front of him. However, with just one glance, he felt as if his head had been hit by a sledgehammer. He was confused and dizzy, and then his energy became stronger. Involuntarily, it turned into a wisp of smoke and blended into the picture.

In an instant, Xie Wanzhi felt that the world was vast and the mountains and rivers were boundless. It was both magnificent and delicate, and his whole spirit was sublimated and cleansed from the inside out. His breath was overflowing, his aura suddenly emerged, and his body was filled with cooing. A gurgling sound of vibrating air orifices was made.

In Xie Wanzhi's view, time has passed for a long time, so long that he almost thought that this world, this landscape, had completely integrated with himself, and they were nothing more than each other, and they were willing to stay like this forever.

A soft hum suddenly came out, interrupting Xie Wanzhi's trance, causing him to regain his energy, his breath dropped, and he returned to his previous state.

Xie Wanzhi looked again, and the scroll was already blank. Meng Zhao, at some point, had already sat steadily on the hat chair behind the desk, looking at him with interest.

Xie Wanzhi was shocked and said.

"What kind of trick is this?"

He claimed to be a great master, with great martial arts and unparalleled magical skills. Even if he was not as good as a celestial being, his divine strength and spirituality were rare in the world, and he would never be easily deceived by the so-called soul-bewitching and soul-sucking techniques.

But Meng Zhao used a landscape painting he made today to clearly tell him that there are always people outside the world.

Although he is powerful, he is definitely not the strongest. Although he is strong, there are still people who are much stronger than him!

Of course, what impressed him the most and made him unforgettable was not that Meng Zhao easily controlled his spirit and made him deeply involved and unable to extricate himself.

Instead, his spirit escaped into the painting, wandering in the world, entering the mountains and rivers, feeling free and unrestrained, free and happy.

This feeling is something he has never experienced in his entire life.

Therefore, Xie Wanzhi did not get angry and blame Meng Zhao for using such means. Instead, he was very curious about what realm and what means this was, which was so fascinating that he couldn't extricate himself!