In fact, it is undeniable that Meng Zhao has a kind of arrogance that is beyond the reach of this world, because he was reincarnated from another world. According to the novels I have read in the past, he is a perfect son of the plane and has the halo of the protagonist.

He also possesses a magical artifact, a mysterious physique, and a variety of blessings. He is one of the few legendary people in all ages. Even the natives who live in this world cannot help but be arrogant, let alone him?

However, Meng Zhao's pride that comes from his bones is rarely revealed because of his personality. He is afraid of becoming a villain who becomes arrogant when he succeeds. Therefore, he has always been cautious in his words and actions, diligent and restrained this pride.

After experiencing a change in breaking through the cocoon, of course, his nature would not be exposed, but because Meng Zhao was indeed nearly 80% sure, he showed his strong self-confidence.

Moreover, as Meng Zhao's martial arts realm becomes more exquisite and lofty, his talents and various inferior states in his personality are also consciously changing.

The three of them used their light skills all the way and soon came to the manor. In the middle, Yuanbin also informed a stout woman in the village by transmitting the voice, asking her to inform the middle-aged housekeeper and prepare to evacuate at any time...

An old tree with green shade like an umbrella, its branches and leaves are tied together, and its dense face cannot shine in the sun. It is dark and cold, and it is as quiet as a secret room that is not covered with wind and rain. The trunks have dry and vigorous skin and tough texture, which is afraid that even the swords will not hurt it at all.

The three of them stood under the old tree and quietly waited for the arrival of the priests.

Meng Zhao carried his hands on his back, his long hair draped over his shoulders, his body was high and majestic, his whole body was as tall as a pine tree, and he looked leisurely. His purple-black eyes flashed with divine light, like two black holes, which was breathtaking.

Niu Dali and Yuan Bin stood behind Meng Zhao, one left and one right, as if two guardian gods were in a noble manner, solemn and solemn, but they were intertwined with their eyes from time to time, and they looked a little more frivolous.

They have known each other for a long time, and their friendship is quite sincere, and their tacit understanding is good. Their eyes convey ideas, and they can communicate with each other, which is also a strange thing.

Although the two of them were calm on the surface, as if they didn't take the upcoming Pudu sect seriously, they were really unsure in their hearts. If Meng Zhao hadn't insisted on coming, what they wanted most was to pack up and leave quickly.

Of course, the two of them were not blindly afraid or worried. After all, Meng Zhao had already shown a savior-like attitude and repelled the people of the Pudu Cult. This time he did not score twice and repelled again.

Moreover, whether it is Yuan Bin or Niu Dali, they all know that Meng Zhao's future is unlimited and he will not rashly put himself in a crisis of death. Since he dared to act like this, he would definitely rely on something, but they just don't know what it is.

After waiting for a long time, Meng Zhao walked under the old tree, reached out to touch the vigorous and hard bark on it and the branches and leaves staggered into an umbrella-shaped cover. Suddenly, a palm force was used to turn into an invisible air blade, cutting down a relatively thick branch on the old tree and sucking it into his hands.

Niu Dali and Yuan Bin were unhappy with the intention, and saw Meng Zhao pointing to a sword again. A wisp of breathing light came out from his fingertips, cutting the branches across and vertically, cutting the branches growing on the edges, and trimming them in shape. Soon, the branches were cut into the shape of a short sword.

Niu Dali couldn't help it and asked curiously,

"Brother, what are you doing? Are you still proficient in swordsmanship?

If this is true, hurry up and go to Yuanbin’s treasure and find a sword that is as sharp as mud, which is much more useful than this wooden sword.”

It’s not a big deal that Niu Dali complained that since Zibi Narcissus Palace met Meng Zhao, he had never seen the other party use swords. No, he had never seen the other party use any weapons.

OK, even if Meng Zhao hides deeply and has a sword technique and killer move as a trump card, he should choose a sword instead of a wooden sword that breaks it with a light break. This is not taking the opponent seriously.

Yuan Bin didn't say much. Compared to Niu Dali's thinking, he actually had more ideas and more mixed thoughts, but he would not reveal it easily. He just quietly observed how Meng Zhao did it.

Meng Zhao didn't care about Niu Dali's urgency, and said,

"Da Li, you are brave and bloodthirsty, strong and powerful, and you are indeed a top-notch hero. Unfortunately, you are impatient and have a messy mind, which is easy to take advantage of others.

I think in addition to the personality traits given by innate talents, they are also related to the skill they have cultivated. The magic bull's divine will may have gradually affected your mind, but you don't know it. Be more vigilant.

Also, no matter what martial arts or how exquisite martial arts are, they are just means we use and cannot be controlled by them.

If you want to make a breakthrough in your skills, you must learn to turn against the enemy and subdue the devil's will rather than be manipulated by it.

In fact, Yuan Bin had more doubts than you at this time, but he was calm and you should learn more from him."

Meng Zhao's short words made Niu Dali sweat in a cold sweat, and he felt enlightened. He did not realize this layer of window paper, and it kept blocking his progress, and may become a martial arts level such as knowledge and insight in the future.

After being exposed by Meng Zhao, he immediately realized this, so he was very scared.

If it weren't for Meng Zhao, he might have been dragged down by the martial arts he had practiced for a long time.

This is not only a disadvantage of magical martial arts, but also a defect of himself.

Fortunately, everything can be remedied. Just realize where the problem lies and improve it.

Yuan Bin was also suppressed by Meng Zhao's ability to see through people's hearts, and he restrained his ups and downs and did not dare to think about it anymore.

At this time, Meng Zhao's image in his heart became more and more vivid, but also taller, just like a god, powerful and incomparable, omniscient and omnipotent, making him dare not have any selfish thoughts.

How could there be such a strong and perfect man in the world?

Yuan Bin even felt that Meng Zhao's change was still rooted in the feathered insect. Maybe after breaking out of the cocoon, there would be more gains, but he just kept it secret.

Meng Zhao saw that the two of them were thinking about each other and ignored them.

I took a drop of purple blood from my fingertips and fell to the tip of the wooden sword.

In an instant, a light purple halo appeared on the surface of the wooden sword that was moistened by Meng Zhaolong's blood. A true dragon-shaped pattern appeared on the sword body, and a shallow dragon roar resounded in the void.

Drops of blood to make treasures, and the mysterious creation of fortune is the wooden sword that blesses Meng Zhao's purple dragon blood. It is no longer an ordinary object, at least not comparable to ordinary wooden swords.

Then his eyes burst into divine light, stragging all directions, the sky, white clouds, the sun, mountains, plants, and gravel, one by one, flowing through his eyes.
Chapter completed!