Chapter 628: The power of the armor is difficult to solve with hidden hands
Meng Manor, inside the school martial arts field.
Meng Chuan, who is as tall and majestic as a giant spirit god, has short black hair tied up by a blue hairband. His upper body is naked, and his lower body is wearing leggings and black trousers. A pair of eyes wander left and right, and his hands are held in virtual hands, lying on both sides of his waist.
Make a ready gesture.
As the sound started, the twelve Suzaku divine guards on all sides of Meng Chuan concentrated their attention, holding bows or shooting crossbows, and fired flying arrows at Meng Chuan. They were powerful and powerful, tearing the air and splashing like thunder and fire.
These twelve Suzaku Divine Guards are powerful, have good eyesight, and their skills are accurate and steady. In terms of quality alone, they are by no means inferior to the so-called sharpshooters in the army. The impact of their arrows is enough to be called acquired martial arts.
Experts are afraid.
Twelve people shot simultaneously from four directions, front, rear, left, and right, blocking almost all escape routes. It was a sure kill.
However, Meng Chuan created possibilities out of the unimaginable. His breath was like thunder, his chest was shaking, and his feet turned into numerous afterimages, moving around within a few inches, like a bird leaping in the forest.
Like a flying ape, agile and nimble, but also like a heavy and huge elephant, standing on the ground and standing motionless.
This kind of movement that is both light and heavy, agile and clumsy, in Meng Chuan's interpretation, is exceptionally harmonious and harmonious. It is like day and night, which are obviously opposite and contradictory, but in themselves, they are just the same.
A change of sight, a blinding of light and shadow.
In essence, day and night are both changes in celestial phenomena.
The arrows and powerful crossbows shot by the twelve Suzaku divine guards either collided in pairs or crossed each other, but they did not pose any threat to Meng Chuan at all. They were completely dodged by him with his incomparable movement skills.
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Shooting arrows and dodging are only for a short moment, but the thrills and excitement are enough to make your heart beat wildly. It is clearly a companionship with death.
Meng Rong, who was eating cantaloupe on one side and tying her thick black hair into a cute bun, saw that Meng Chuan had escaped the dangerous attack. Her excited eyes fluttered and she clapped her two small hands as white and tender as onions.
Happy Road,
"Fifth brother, you're not bad. I remember when you were at home, you could only dodge eleven people. Now there is one more. It seems that your martial arts has improved again!"
Meng Chuan avoided the dangerous shot, expending a huge amount of physical and mental energy in a very short period of time. Except for the dense beads of sweat on his upper body, which gathered in streams and slid down his strong muscles, his expression also looked slightly tired. p>
Hearing this, he was a little happy. He ordered the twelve Suzaku divine guards, and then took a neat white towel from the hand of the maid next to him. While wiping his wet chest and back, he said with a little complacency,
"Not to mention, I couldn't do it originally. However, in order to save you last time, I fought with all my life against others. Among them were innate warriors. Although I was injured, I also learned something. Kung Fu is another
A level higher."
Martial arts practice is a majestic road. It may go smoothly and progress bravely, or it may stay in a certain state for a long time and not make any progress. It is by no means static. Of course, the scenery and scenery are also for those who are not practicing martial arts.
, the beauty and wonder that cannot be appreciated.
Since Meng Chuan was born, his qualifications have been weighed by experts from the Meng family. His physique is extremely good, and he can be regarded as one of the top-notch people with non-special physiques, and may not even be inferior to those with special physiques. p>
Therefore, Meng Chuan had high hopes since he was a child. When he was a child, he soaked in medicinal baths to condition his body and kill poisonous insects in his blood, which made his foundation deeply rooted. When he was young, he practiced martial arts and made rapid progress. The red flag order, this master's unique skill,
He is masculine, fierce and domineering, but he has still been trained to look like it, and he has mastered the essence of it.
However, no matter how talented and powerful Meng Chuan is, it is still difficult to break through the levels. That is to say, as his skill increases, it is always difficult to enter the next level.
For example, when his internal strength has fifty measurement units, he can avoid being shot and assassinated by eleven people.
But when his internal strength reaches a hundred measurement units, he can only escape the assassination attempts of eleven people.
This state has nothing to do with the level of internal strength, but a kind of understanding of martial arts, and understanding is difficult to break through.
Until Meng Rong was targeted and kidnapped by Wu Kaijing and Xun Tao, Meng Chuan was filled with grief and anger, risking his own life and fighting the enemy. At that time, he had actually understood certain principles and methods, and his realm had risen to a new level. p>
It's just that because of the injury, it was difficult to show off. Now that the injury has recovered, his martial arts has naturally improved to a higher level, and his skills have improved greatly.
Regarding Meng Chuan's complacency, Meng Rong rolled her eyes beautifully and said in shock,
"Fifth brother, no matter how good your kung fu is, can you be as good as fourth brother?
In fact, it’s really strange. I remember when my fourth brother first came home, he was clearly far inferior to you. How he has become so powerful now is really unbelievable.”
Meng Chuan's expression froze, and he felt as sad as if he had swallowed a bottle of vinegar. He had mixed feelings.
Yes, Meng Zhao was far inferior to him in terms of skill and martial arts back then, not even on the same level.
As a result, this short period of time actually exceeded him. This kind of progress can only be described as a thousand miles per day.
What's even more frightening is that he still sees this speed of progress, and no matter how hard he trains, he can't catch up, which makes him despair.
Sometimes, in addition to being jealous and envious of Meng Zhao, Meng Chuan also has doubts.
Aren't you what the elders call a martial arts wizard? If he is a wizard, then who is Meng Zhao?
Genius, geek, or monster?
It would be fine if Meng Zhao had shown such talent and speed in cultivation since he was a child, but in just over a year, he has made a leap in improvement.
When he came to Nan'an this time, although he did not compete or test with Meng Zhao again, Meng Chuan knew very well that his fourth brother's martial arts might have improved significantly again.
This kind of improvement was carried out on the basis of being much better than him, so he only felt it rather than actually experienced it.
Of course, spiritual communication is another matter.
After all, Meng Zhao is a pervert who can compete with the momentum of big men like Wu Zunyuan and still win.
"By the way, Fourth Brother has been in seclusion for six days. Why haven't you come out yet? Will there be any problems?"
Meng Rong was a little worried. She knew that even her father, third uncle, and brothers rarely retreated, let alone stayed in retreat for such a long time. She always felt a little weak.
Meng Chuan didn't know much about this, but he had a vague guess, and he said clearly,
"I don't know much about this, but it should be a big improvement.
I suspect that the fourth brother may be entering the innate martial arts, so it is not unusual for him to stay in seclusion for a longer time."
Meng Zhao's power cannot be tolerated by the day after tomorrow. Meng Chuan really can't imagine how far he can improve in the realm of the day after tomorrow.
Therefore, he guessed that Meng Zhao might break into the innate gate.
From then on, in martial arts practice, I truly entered the palace and entered the forest of strong men.