"The surname of Meng is unfair." Mu Chenfeng seemed to be stimulated by Meng Xiang's malicious smile and shouted subconsciously.

"Fair? Let's wait for the next life." Meng Xiang was not willing to talk nonsense to him, Mu Chenfeng, and raised his knife and rushed towards him.

Mu Chenfeng was not willing to be outdone. While walking back, a green whip that was about twenty feet long flew out of his palm. He waved his wrist and the long whip seemed to be alive, forming a shield in front of him: "Men, do you think you can beat me like this? Dream!"

The moment Meng Xiang's long sword slashed over, the shield formed by a whip suddenly dispersed, and Mu Chenfeng's body had changed its position, allowing the blade to pass.

Mu Chenfeng shook his wrist and the long whip was straight, like a spear. The sharp triangle whip head pierced Meng Xiang's heart, making a hissing sound of air tearing, which was extremely fast and flashed to his chest.

Meng Xiang turned his wrist back and bounced up with a long knife, like a big fish jumping out of the water, flashing a ray of light, and slashed straight towards the long whip that Mu Chenfeng stabbed.

"Hmph!" Mu Chenfeng sneered, his wrist retracted, and the whip head of the long whip immediately changed direction, like a living snake. He turned his head and bit Meng Xiang's wrist holding the knife.

Meng Xiang took a step back, swung his wrist and walked around it, passing the whip head, lifted the long knife upwards, cutting the tip of the whip straight, preparing to cut off the triangle-shaped whip head.

Next, the two of them went back and forth, and the speed became faster and faster. The long whip sometimes turned into a big net in Mu Chenfeng's hands, sometimes turned into a rope cover, sometimes turned into a big gun, sometimes turned into a long stick... It was really ever-changing. He made a long whip so amazing.

On the other hand, Meng Xiang's moves change is relatively simple. If Mu Chenfeng's long whip changes his moves, he only talks about the word "fast". As long as he sees the opportunity, he will make a flying slash, which is accurate and ruthless. Every time he forces Mu Chenfeng to be in a hurry.

Time passed quietly in the fierce fight, and an hour had passed without realizing it. Suddenly, the green light on Mu Chenfeng's body was soaring, and then all the green light poured into the long whip like flowing water, which immediately caused the long whip to undergo a huge change, green and green, as if it were the best jade.

"Ah!" Mu Chenfeng shouted loudly, and the green whip in his hand danced wildly. As the sound of hissing through the air, the shadows of the whip overlapped and interlaced, like surging tides and heavy snow in the sky, covering Meng Xiang's head and face. The cover area exceeded twenty feet, and it was almost impossible to hide.

Meng Xiang raised his eyebrows high, and the long sword in his hand waved continuously at lightning speed. In an instant, he didn't know how many swords he had slashed, but countless sharp sword lights turned into a sword ball with a diameter of about four or five meters, tightly wrapped around his body. Then he and the sword turned into a white horse trainer, and hit Mu Chenfeng hard, just like a long rainbow piercing the sun.

The whip shadows that Mu Chenfeng danced out were suddenly penetrated by the white rainbow wrapped in Meng Xiang. It was too late for Mu Chenfeng to dodge, and was hit by Bai Hong. A flash of light, and the white light passed through his body and flew forward about three feet away. The white light converged and revealed Meng Xiang's figure.

Almost at the same time, Mu Chenfeng's body suddenly exploded, just like a pack of gunpowder was stuffed into his body, and his whole body became fragmented.

After the explosion, Mu Chenfeng did not die. The smashed parts were brought together again under the guidance of some mysterious force, forming a Mu Chenfeng again. Although he was almost one-third smaller and his color became much dimmer, he came back to life after all.

Meng Xiang did not take any action to stop him from recovering, but just looked at him coldly. Seeing that he had recovered, he slowly said, "Mu, you lost."

"I lost? A joke! I was just accidentally beaten by you. Next, you won't have such a good chance." As he said that, a long green whip appeared in his palm again, posing in a posture, ready to continue fighting with Meng Xiang.

Meng Xiang didn't move, just looked at Mu Chenfeng, shook his head, and said slowly: "Mu's surname is not going to be the next step. Everything is over."

"Fart! I'm still standing here, I haven't..." Just as Mu Chenfeng was about to say something, a red beam of light rushed from the sky and hit him straight, and suddenly it seemed like a thin flat skin. Then the flat skin turned into countless small green spots of light, like fireflies, but they did not combine again to form a new Mu Chenfeng.

The small green light spots were flying in the air, and suddenly they seemed to find their belongings. They flew towards Meng Xiang together and landed on him, like water drops falling on the sand, and instantly seeped into them.

As more and more light spots merged into Meng Xiang's body, his body became obviously solidified and shone with crystal-like light. At the same time, Meng Xiang's expression also changed. While obtaining Mu Chenfeng's soul power, he also obtained some of Mu Chenfeng's memory.

After about a quarter of an hour, all the green light spots turned into Mu Chenfeng's soul merged into Meng Xiang's body, and to be more precise, it should be the soul body and the soul body.

Meng Xiang closed his eyes, his expression was solemn, and he stood motionless. Not long after, his soul body was filled with ripples of water. His soul body was slowly getting smaller, and finally almost as tall as his body. At this time, he opened his eyes, deep and calm, just like the summer night sky.

Meng Xiang slowly raised his head, looked at the top of the God of War Platform, and said slowly: "Hongxue, come down, I have some questions to ask you."

"Okay, master." With a crisp response, red snow fell from the air, but she was no longer wearing any clothes like when he first saw her. Now she has put on a bright red gauze dress, wide sleeves and broad straps, and her clothes are in the wind, floating like a fairy descending to earth.

"What's wrong, master? Why don't you talk?"

"No... nothing." Meng Xiang woke up from Hongxue's beauty and hurriedly changed the topic. "Hongxue, you said you have recovered your memory. I wonder if you have any understanding of some magical skills?"

"Demonic Kung Fu?" Hongxue opened her eyes wide, "Master, why are you asking this?"

Meng Xiang walked around the place twice and waved his hand: "Hongxue, don't ask too much, just tell me that you don't understand the magical skills."

"I understand this...the magical martial arts, but I have to see the specific martial arts before I can make a judgment."

"Since you understand. Hongxue, I'll go out first, and I'll look for you later." As he said that, Meng Xiang's figure faded from the God of War Platform and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Meng Xiang's body was trapped under the black big net and moved. He reached out and pulled it with different force and rhythm on different net lines for a few times, and the big net immediately released.

After folding the big net in a special way, Meng Xiang picked up the white jade box and the letters scattered on the ground and put them on the black box. Then he took out the square bronze box from the white jade box.

He looked at it, his face constantly changing, as if there was something important to make a decision. After a cup of tea, his expression suddenly became extremely firm: "Since I have lived again, I can't continue to be ordinary anymore. There is nothing to be afraid of. If you don't want to be stepped on by others, then just step on others. As for how far you can go, don't worry about it for now, as long as you don't regret it."

Meng Xiang grabbed the copper box, put the index finger of his right hand into his mouth and bit it, then dripped blood on one of the patterns that looked like eyes. Then, the copper box flew up from his palm, floating about five feet in front of him, flashing a deep and vast bronze light.

After about ten breaths, the patterns on the copper box seemed to be alive, swimming constantly, and re-arranged on each surface. As the new patterns reached its end, the light emitted by the box became dimmer. When all the patterns were fully arranged, the light completely converged and the box fell from the air.

Meng Xiang reached out and caught the box. The patterns on the box had undergone a complete change. On its six planes, six patterns are ears, nose, mouth, eyes, hands and feet. Each one is vivid, just like it is true.

Meng Xiang was surprised to hold the copper box that changed a lot and looked at it over and over again. It was the first time he saw this change. Although he had also obtained it in his previous life, he did not start it and had no idea that it would have such changes.

"Where is the martial arts? How can I do it?" Meng Xiang carefully looked at the six sides of the copper box, but still couldn't find anything related to the martial arts.

"Are you really ready to choose a martial art? Note that once you choose, it will never be changed. More importantly, it will be related to your life." Meng Xiang had just finished talking to himself, and a slightly stiff voice came from the copper box in his hand that could not tell the difference between men and women.

Meng Xiang's hands shivered and almost threw the copper box out. However, he finally had two lives and his mind was more mature than his peers. He still held back and looked at the copper box. But what he saw made him widen his eyes.

He held the copper box, and the one with the pattern of his mouth was facing him, and now it was opening and closing, just like a real person talking, and every word he heard was spit out of it.

"Is it... you are talking to me?" Although Meng Xiang saw it with his own eyes, he was still a little confused.

"Are you my master? Let me see what you look like?" As the mouth on the copper box opened and closed, the copper box began to automatically rotate, facing Meng Xiang with the one with an eye pattern. Then the eyes opened, and the black and white eyeballs turned a few times, and Meng Xiang could clearly feel it was looking at him.

After about ten breaths, a sound came from the copper box again, and it was undoubtedly from the mouth: "Well, it's pretty good. I can barely be my master."

Meng Xiang was completely calm at this time and asked calmly: "What should I call you? I can't use it as a hell, right?"

"A name? You are my master, just pick it up for me. As long as it doesn't sound too ugly, it's OK."

"Since you have given the initiative to me, I hope you don't regret it, because I'm not good at naming a name." Meng Xiang frowned and thought, "Since you are like copper and you are dark green, then I'll name you green copper or ink copper. If you don't like it, you can still turn them upside down. Green copper, ink copper, copper ink, and patina, you can choose one of the four."

There was no sound for a moment, and it seemed that the existence in the copper box was also thinking. After about ten breaths, the mouth on the copper box moved: "I chose ink copper, but it was not copper of copper or iron, but the pupils of the eyes."

"Mo Tong? Black eyes. Okay, I will call you Mo Tong in the future." Meng Xiang's eyes flashed in front of him with a black and white eye on the copper box, and nodded.
Chapter completed!