Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 283 (Subscription required)

Such an act is tantamount to extortion.

The words are quite beautiful, the treasures of the Sun family don't belong to Sun Yuanwai, do they belong to him?
It's just that such shameless and disrespectful acts of robbers, against the backdrop of Lu Zhong's innate martial arts strength, seem so ordinary.

It's like asking for something that belongs to you.

If you were an ordinary person, or someone with insufficient force, would you dare to speak like that?
Not to mention that Meng Zhao not only wants treasures, but also Sun Yuanwai's basic martial arts, which is even more excessive.
Of course Sun Yuanwai would not obey Meng Zhao so easily, but pretended to be at a loss and said with a look of at a loss,

"This, what your Excellency said is inexplicable, I don't understand it at all.

If I am asking for money, I can give away all the belongings from my own family, and I just ask you two not to hurt me. "

As he said that, there was a hint of fear on his face, which was obviously strong and capable.

In terms of acting skills, it can't be said that it is superb, but it is also a breakthrough, with a lot of experience.

It is also difficult for a master whose cultivation base is close to the top of the day after tomorrow, to act like this useless.

Meng chuckled, propped his fair and slender palms on a corner of the round table, bent his five fingers, exerted force suddenly, and with a click, he directly broke a corner of the extremely hard and thick rosewood table.

Then he used his hand as a bow, and with a swipe, the broken wood in his hand was thrown towards Sun Yuanwai's forehead.

There was a shrill sound that tore through the air. Although he didn't use any particularly subtle throwing techniques, Meng Zhao had great strength in his hands and a fast throwing speed. With the blessing of his powerful spirit and extraordinary eyesight, the direction was also first-class. One's precision.

For any acquired martial artist, it is a great threat.

There was no sign of this move, if Sun Yuanwai couldn't escape, he would surely die. If he could escape, it would be enough to break through his disguise. The only thing to worry about is that Sun Yuanwai really doesn't understand martial arts, or martial arts is not yet good enough To the extent that he can block his hand.

As for the only concern, Meng Zhao didn't think there was anything to hold back, since the possibility was too small after all.

If the other party is dead, he deserves it.

Sure enough, although Sun Yuanwai was keen on disguising himself, showing weakness, and then calculating his opponent, in the face of such a life-and-death situation, he did not dare to delay or slack at all, and acted instinctively.

I saw a bright light flashed across his angry eyes, he made a palm with one hand, and the strength of the palm was hidden but not exposed, and he slapped fiercely in the direction of the strong wind, and a string of strength like firecrackers burst out. .

The invisible but fierce palm directly intercepted the flying splinters in mid-air, and stagnated instantly, as if there was a city wall made of steel in front of him.

The huge reaction force directly shattered the wood chips into pieces, which fluttered to the ground.

"Good palm skills, good kung fu, Sun Yuanwai's skills are profound, I'm afraid that none of the guards in your mansion is the enemy of Yuanwai, so, should Yuanwai still hide it?"

Meng Zhao estimated in his heart that the opponent's palm, purely in terms of palm strength, is much stronger than his using the iron hand to urge the mountain to break, and the opponent may not strike with all his strength, this martial art is really terrifying.

If it was a one-on-one fight, he could only deal with him with a lot of superb martial arts, and the chance of winning was less than [-]%.

Fortunately, he is not alone, and there are experienced innate masters such as Lu Zhong under his command, so he doesn't have to fight himself to death, such a tentative move is already qualified.

At this time, Sun Yuanwai showed traces of martial arts. Looking at the masked Meng Zhao, a murderous intent loomed in the depths of his eyes.

If he didn't fight back just now, he would definitely die. This masked man is really hot and fierce.

"Who the hell are you? Juluhou Mansion, Huolong Cave, or Meng Family?"

Meng Zhao shook his head, slightly disappointed and said,
"You are not a fool, how could you ask such stupid words?

If I didn't intend to conceal my identity, why did I come here with a mask?

Since I intend to hide it, it is useless for you to ask, and I will not tell you. "

"Mr. Sun, you are a smart person, as you can see from the suspicions that night.

Therefore, a smart person should act like a smart person.

Although your martial arts are high, you still can't escape the acquired category. In this case, how many moves can you perform in the hands of the master behind me?
Three strokes or five strokes?Even if you can survive three or five strokes, what will happen next?
Some people only look at the process but not the result, I don't think you are such a person.

I advise you, don't make unnecessary resistance, or you will anger me. I didn't want to kill people, but I have to kill if I can't say it.

Kill two people, let you know what heartache is and what regret is. "

Meng Zhao's tone of voice was full of blood, and there was a ferocious look in his exposed eyes, which he did not hide.

If you want to press, you should press the other party out of breath, otherwise it is just a waste of time.

In fact, if this grandson hadn't been skilled in martial arts, once he made a violent move, it might attract the attention of the outside world.

How could Meng Zhao talk so much to the other party, take him down directly, and then torture him, wouldn't it be Xiangduo?
He didn't believe that the other party was a man of steel, like some specially trained agents, with an extremely strong will, and would not succumb to any torture.

Seeing Sun Yuanwai lost in thought, Meng Zhao hid the corner of his mouth under the black cloth with a cold smile, and took the subdued servant Atang from Lu Zhong.

Before Sun Yuanwai could react, he grabbed the little finger of the servant's right hand with his palm, and then tore it off.

After a sound of tearing, the skin and flesh were separated, bloody and bloody, and a stream of blood sprayed out directly, looking extremely ferocious.

Although unable to move, the pain still exists, and the sense of touch still exists.

When the little finger of his right hand was broken off, the boy burst into tears and passed out.

Sun Yuanwai's complexion changed drastically, he could not care about the lifeless young man on the sick bed, but he couldn't ignore the boy A Tang, this was his only, only flesh and blood.

"you"

However, he only spat out the word "you" in a mixture of shock and anger, and Meng Zhao calmly tossed aside the bloody finger in his hand.

Then slowly aim at the ring finger of the servant A Tang.

Even Lu Zhong, who was behind Meng Zhao, felt a little chills watching.

Killing is not considered ability, but it is ability that can scare the murderer.

My young master is really brutal and bloody, even he has to be afraid.

"What do you want to say?
My time is limited, if you waste a quarter of an hour, maybe this kid will have seven or eight fewer parts.

Don't tell me nonsense that you don't care.

This kid's martial arts practice is in the same line as yours. If you really don't care, he will be useless to me, and it wouldn't be a pity to kill him.

Now, make your final choice.

Should you cooperate with me obediently, or continue to procrastinate and pretend to be crazy? "

Meng Zhao's combined punches were like a violent storm, continuous and pervasive.

The use of force as a guarantee, talkative talk disturbs the opponent's mind, and concrete and ruthless actions give the opponent heavy oppression.

At this moment, Sun Yuanwai had already fallen into a desperate situation.

He looked at the little servant A Tang's wound that was still dripping blood, his heart ached unceasingly, resisting the urge to strike, he reluctantly nodded and said,
"Okay, don't hurt him. If you want anything, I will promise you everything."

Meng Zhao smiled and sent the boy back to Lu Zhong to take care of him, then he stood up and clapped his hands in praise,

"Those who know current affairs are Junjie, you made a wise choice."

(End of this chapter)