The Qin family’s secret records of Tiangong do not involve specific martial arts, but are purely about design, forging, and mechanism methods. In fact, even if it were passed on to two people, they would not be able to fully understand it. A martial artist turned into a craftsman.
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In the end, you still have to take out the precious secret techniques contained in this secret book in a targeted manner and hand them over to professionals to analyze, research, make samples, and finally mass-produce them to achieve your own goals, whether it is people's livelihood or military industry. Therefore, the real intention of Qin Siqing's words is to tell the two of them that she will only choose one party to get close to and make friends with, and once she makes a choice, the other party will be abandoned. It is cruel, but also very realistic. p>
"Don't worry, sister-in-law, Long Cheng and I are not just gangsters on the street. We have our own ambitions and we won't stalk each other."
Meng Zhao was the first to express his position. Anyway, he was determined to win the Tiangong secret record. Even if Qin Siqing did not pass it to him but passed it to Longcheng, he could still seize it forcefully.
In Lingwu City, he has this ability, the ability to do whatever he wants, and he can be called a local bully.
Long Cheng nodded reservedly, but his heart was heavy. He always felt that compared with Meng Zhao, he was at too obvious a disadvantage, because he was alone and could not use this heavenly secret record.
Qin Siqing smiled slightly, with a hint of summer drizzle in her beauty, blinked, and continued,
"How good are the martial arts of you two? There is no doubt that you are famous all over the world. I will not test this.
But, I am very curious, whose martial arts is better?"
As soon as these words came out, several people present all expressed their disapproval, saying that you don't want to test this, but you want to provoke two people to take action. What kind of behavior is this?
However, if you think about it carefully, you will know that the strong one and the winner will definitely be more favored by Qin Siqing and occupy a favorable position. Therefore, a small competition is not difficult.
Meng Zhao had no idea. Since he returned to Lingwu City from Kunnan, although he has no longer deliberately practiced in seclusion, he has obtained the top magical skills of Buddhism, plus his current transcendent talent and the blessing of the Divine Mirror, and his background is unfathomable.
The self-proclaimed master may not be able to do anything to him. He is almost close to the limit of breaking the world, but he has not yet reached the perfect foundation in his heart, so he continues to practice and save.
Although Longcheng's martial arts is high, it is impossible for him to reach such a tyrannical level of cultivation. There is a gap between the two.
He was even thinking about whether he could directly break the opponent's spine and completely shatter his reputation as a genius.
Long Cheng's heart sank. It must be said that as a qualified top genius, he is the best among martial artists in all aspects of his abilities, with strong observation and acumen.
From the first moment he saw Meng Zhao, he had already realized that he was completely unable to grasp the other person's energy and aura.
Meng Zhao seemed to be separated from this world, living in another space, separated by an unbreakable barrier.
Or perhaps, with profound cultivation, one can blend into the world, earth, and people, and become one harmoniously.
The eyes can see his figure, but the spiritual sense cannot sense his existence.
This feeling was simply shocking to Longcheng. Although he was not frightened, he was still a little afraid.
"It's natural to have a contest. However, Mr. Meng and I have no grievances after all. If the fight is bloody and violent, it will be difficult to stop, so why not just try it in a small way. The scope is limited to this room. I don't know Mr. Meng." What do you think?"
The biggest label that Longcheng has now is that he is a martial arts genius and a peerless genius.
It's not that he can't lose, it's not that he can't be defeated. He can lose to those old-timers and even hermit masters, but he can never lose to people of the same age or even younger than himself.
This will directly break his golden body, causing him to be pulled into the mortal world and lose his former reputation.
As his fierce rival, Meng Zhao must not be negligent or careless in the slightest. He would never agree to a serious fight, but a short sparring session in this small room is acceptable.
Even if we are really defeated by the opponent, we are just at a disadvantage and will not be called a big defeat.
One can even attribute the failure to the limitations of his martial arts style. In short, there are many excuses. Even if word spreads, it will not damage the reputation he has worked hard for many years.
Meng Zhao smiled, but shook his head.
"If it's serious, like Brother Long, you had a duel with Zhuo Mufeng by the Mingxiu Lake, and there were many people watching and witnessing it, I would consider it, but it's really not interesting to compete in this small room, so I might as well forget it. Right."
Meng Zhao's choice was beyond everyone's expectations, especially Ding Zhanyun. She knew very well how terrifying her man's martial arts was, so she couldn't be afraid of Dragon City.
Therefore, the only explanation is that he is not interested in engaging in such a meaningless battle with Longcheng.
Ding Yuqin originally wanted to have a laugh, mocking Meng Zhao for being timid and cowardly, not daring to fight, but then the smile froze on her face, because the opponent exposed her shortcomings.
No matter what, she still owed Zhuo Mufeng and felt guilty, but more importantly, she was determined.
If you think about it carefully, this bastard is so cowardly that he avoids fighting. He clearly wants to force Long Cheng into a head-on duel with him, or a duel at the level of Mingxiu Lakeside.
One of the two is destined to become the stepping stone of the other. One will become a more dazzling legend, while the other will lose his glory and fall from the high throne.
This cannot be described as timid, but rather a sign of having sufficient confidence in oneself.
And those who saw this were Long Cheng and Qin Siqing.
Qin Siqing was really shocked at this time. The domineering and self-confidence shown by Meng Zhao deeply shocked her.
You must know that his opponent is Dragon City. If he really duels in front of everyone and loses to the opponent, he will definitely become the biggest laughing stock in the land of China, and the Dragon King of Beimeng will be even more a joke.
But since he dares to say this and is so calm, he must be 100% confident in himself.
In comparison, what Long Cheng said before seems to be a prudent person, his approach is appropriate, and he maintains the bottom line of both parties.
However, isn’t this a kind of pettiness? It can even be seen as a lack of confidence in oneself?
Meng Zhao and Longcheng don't seem to need a real competition. The verdict has been decided.
Meng Zhao, the Dragon King of Northern Meng, is stronger than Dragon City, at least in terms of momentum and will.
Long Cheng's face turned pale and red from time to time, and he was forced into a blind corner by Meng Zhao.
He never expected that Meng Zhao really didn't regard him as an opponent, and he never expected that the other party would be so confident.
Among warriors in the world, strength and weakness are not constant, and it is common for the weak to defeat the strong.
Although he felt that Meng Zhao was superior to him in his profound cultivation and the secret of harmony, he did not think that he was necessarily inferior to his opponent. In a real fight, it was still unclear who would win or lose.
But if he really wants to fight with the other party, he really lacks the other party's domineering power that can swallow up thousands of miles like a tiger.
At least, he can't afford to gamble, and the obvious chips don't support him in doing so.
After a long time, he shook his head with difficulty and said,
"In that case, let's drop this matter."
I didn’t say anything more, and my face didn’t look very good.