Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Even if you know Meng Zhao's current level of cultivation, what can you do if you want to deal with him?

He could only use force to defeat force, and use his cultivation level to compete with Meng Zhao. There was no other way.

In this case, what does it matter if outsiders know? It will not have any effect on Meng Zhao at all.

Beitang He was completely shocked, his eyes widened, and he blurted out,

"Heavenly being, could it be that King Meng Long has already cultivated the supreme way of heavenly being?"

Even in the ancient and medieval times, the celestial being can be called a peerless master. If the gods and demons do not appear, who can compete with him?

In today's Chinese land, he is even more invincible. If this is true, Meng Zhao would be too terrifying.

Becoming a god or demon in the future is not Meng Zhao’s limit. Comparing himself to the ancient supreme being and transcending, that should be Meng Zhao’s destiny.

After all, he is too young and talented. It would be abnormal if he did not do so.

Meng Zhao shook his head,

“Not yet. The realm of heaven and man is a crucial realm in the martial arts. It is above the gods and demons and below the grandmasters. Once you have achieved it, you will never achieve it again. I want to become the strongest heaven and man and reap the most profound fruits of the gods and demons. I must fully hone the grandmaster realm and cultivate my primordial spirit to a perfect state.

Now, I have only cultivated the Yuanshen of the Divine Level on the basis of the Grandmaster's cultivation. I still need some accumulation and accumulation before I can continue to climb upwards. I can barely be called a half-step celestial being!"

Beitang He felt that Meng Zhao was truly a rare monster throughout history. He actually cultivated his primordial spirit before the gods. This was truly an anomaly.

He was born into a royal family and was very familiar with some of the stages of martial arts practice.

For example, the Grand Master and the Celestial Being.

In fact, after a grandmaster has achieved perfection and sublimated his primordial spirit, he needs to place his primordial spirit in the way of heaven, which is the so-called ascending to heaven in one step.

This is a seamless process. To be born with a primordial spirit means to transcend the great master and enter the realm of supreme heaven and man.

However, Meng Zhao actually condensed his primordial spirit before he achieved perfection as a grandmaster, and was able to keep his primordial spirit alive, preventing it from being crushed and killed by the laws of nature.

It can only be said that the background, ability and talent of this Beimeng Dragon King are still underestimated.

As for Shen Tianci from the Jinling Shen family, he has always been listed as the twin peaks of martial arts together with Meng Zhao.

In Beitang He's opinion, he should have been left behind by Meng Zhao's abnormal speed of progress.

There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Even if they are both peerless geniuses, there will always be a distinction between the superior and the inferior.

In his eyes, Meng Zhao was naturally ranked first, surpassing Shen Tianci.

"I never thought that King Meng Long's martial arts has reached such an unpredictable level. I think his trip to Yanzhou has yielded fruitful results. Beitang He would like to congratulate King Meng Long."

"Haha, it should be Tong He. If I hadn't cultivated my soul, even if I had become a grandmaster, I would probably be helpless against the poison in the bodies of the prince and the prince!"

These words made Beitang He very happy.

In fact, he was very nervous earlier, because both the three miracle doctors sent by the Meng family and the old doctor later worshipped by the Beitang family explained it very clearly.

The poison was incurable and they were helpless.

Unless one is a true medical expert, a master who has reached a certain level in medicine and poison, it is impossible for him to detoxify the father and son.

It’s not that there aren’t such masters, but they are too few. Even if we can find them, it’s still unknown whether the other party is willing to help and how much time it will take.

In this case, I can only plead with Meng Zhao.

Beitang He had a clear understanding that Meng Zhao was not a master of medicine, but he was a martial arts expert. He was afraid that he would have to start with martial arts to eliminate the toxins for them and their son.

Sure enough, after listening to what Meng Zhao said, I knew that the power of the soul was the key to dissolving the poison that had infected the father and son. Fortunately, fortunately!

Beitang He never felt that the faster Meng Zhao's progress, the better.

If not, how could he and his son be saved?

"Haha, I see. Now that King Meng Long said so, I know what's going on.

I wonder if King Meng Long knows who attacked my father and son this time?"

Beitang He raised this question at the right time. In fact, although he was interested in this, he was not impatient.

But he knew that since Meng Zhao told him not to be anxious and that there were some things that needed to be discussed, he could only let it go.

Perhaps, the murderer who poisoned the father and son was also an important factor that Meng Zhao believed he could win over.

So, he started to ask.

"Sir, my Meng family does know a lot of information about this matter, but the people involved are very sensitive, and my Meng family does not have solid evidence. I really don't know whether I should tell you."

The person who spoke was Liang Muchu. Compared to Meng Zhao, she believed more in Beitang Heshi as a smart man, so she gave the choice to him.

Beitang He looked calm, as if he had expected this.

"King Meng Long, Miss Liang, there is no need to doubt the relationship between our two families. Just tell me."

"Not long ago, the Ninth Prince Beitang Shu sent two people to the Meng family, hoping to find a position in the Yangwu Army for one of them to train. This should be familiar to the prince."

Speaking of the ninth prince Beitang Shu, Beitang He almost immediately knew who had poisoned both him and his son.

"No, Miss Liang, you mean that the Ninth Prince Beitang Shu is the real murderer who poisoned my father and son?"

"From what I know, this is the case. Of course, the perpetrators were not these two, but other spies sent by Beitang Shu.

The leader is a man called Bian Lao Er, who controls a team of hawks and some spies stationed in Lingwu City, and the Prince of Yanping's Mansion is no exception."

As she spoke, Liang Muchu mentioned four more names in succession to prove that what she said was true.

Naturally, she didn't have the ability to do so. She was able to check so carefully because of Meng Zhao's mind-reading technique, which allowed her to search souls and seize memories. This allowed her to check everything clearly, no matter how big or small.

Beitang He's heart sank. Liang Muqiu's words were very certain. Although Meng Zhao remained silent on the side, he also gave his support.

The most crucial point is that the four names Liang Muchu mentioned all match the people in their Prince’s Mansion.

Especially the last one, he was one of Beitang Ang’s bedmates.

For a moment, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

With this configuration, if they were not meant to die suddenly and silently, but were assassinated, it would be unavoidable given how favored the last one was in Beitang Ang's heart, and Beitang Ang would definitely not be spared.

This is indeed a very cruel thought and a very sophisticated plan.

Among these four people, two of them have been serving the Prince's Mansion for more than ten years. How could Beitang Shu have placed people in their Prince's Mansion so long ago?

Unless, that was not Beitang Shu's work, but someone had arranged it long ago, and Beitang Shu just inherited the relationship of certain people. (End of this chapter)