Longcheng didn't care about Zhao Hun's disdain and ridicule, which was what he expected, but one thing made him very curious. In the eyes of the other party, shamelessness was worse than one person, and humbleness was worse than one person. Could it be that even one person's achievements were worse than one person?

This really hit his heart.

Since he became famous, although he has not traveled to China, he has come into contact with many warriors, including top geniuses from the younger generation.

The one who really convinced him and considered himself inferior was nothing more than those famous guys all over the world.

Shen Tianci, he had contacted this kid, to put it bluntly, the other party probably didn't even have hair, but his martial arts achievements were so high that he lost a lot, but he also won his praise.

Even though he has many adventures and improvements now, he thinks he is still not Chen Tianci's opponent, so he is naturally one.

Then there is the Miaofa monk from Lanta Temple, Jinli Holy Body, unparalleled body, pure qi and blood. In his early years, he changed his name and surname to test this person, but he was also unable to resist the other party, which made him quite discouraged.

The Jinli Holy Body is the growing bloodline and physical constitution of the late stage.

Even though he has excellent combat power now, he still has no idea of ​​regaining the scene.

There are three or five people left, and they were different from him at the beginning. They had famous families and disciples from hidden masters, but they could not be convinced.

Now that he can't win, even if he can't win, he probably won't lose to these old opponents, and he's a draw.

Another thing is Meng Zhao now. This Dragon King is fine with martial arts skills, his methods and scheming are also top-notch. Now he thinks he is not as good as him.

Of course, the land of China is vast and boundless, and the foundation is endless. What he knows must be only a small part of the genius, but those who are even inferior to his background are still stronger than him. There seems to be very few, or even nearly nothing.

"Zhao Hun, this is a bit too much. Not to mention shamelessness and humility, under the same conditions, there are not many people who can defeat me. Don't say that there is no such person. Do you know such a person?"

Zhao Hun avoided answering, and was also making it difficult for him to speak.

Could you tell this guy, oh, a beggar I met earlier, was trained by me and sent to the Meng family by means, which is the current Beimeng Dragon King.

At that time, not to mention a warrior, even an ordinary person could kill the other party. However, now the other party has become a peerless genius in China. How can he reason with this?

Moreover, Zhao Hun spared no effort to cultivate Meng Zhao, imparting knowledge about martial arts, and even spent money to give him an initiation and pass on his skills, and did his best to help the other party fit his character's identity.

Until now, the other party is a fake, fake, fake, and fake person who has entered the house, has become famous all over the world, and has a stable foundation. He has also become a general of the court, with tens of thousands of troops in his hand, calling the wind and rain, and dominating the side.

But I, the real Meng family bloodline, became a mouse in the gutter. I could only wear a mask, hide from each other and do some sneaky actions while doing it.

In life, there is no greater fate than this.

However, even though he avoided the question of Longcheng, Zhao Hun still asked,

"Let's not talk about these. As far as I know, after you defect to Bai Shuai, you have made great plans in the north, connecting with each other, and connecting with each other.

He was even ambitious and wanted to collude with the madmen of the Pudu Church and sit in the seat of the Lord of the North.

Why is there no movement at all? Do you really want to wait for the Meng family to train the army into a strong army and then hit the stone with eggs?"

Longcheng sighed, his originally indifferent expression also became much lonely, and his voice was low,

"Oh, there is no possibility of this. Bai Shuai even lost to that kid. What should I fight with the other party?"

Zhao Hun looked at Longcheng with a strange look. This guy looks like a humble gentleman on the surface and is gentle like water. However, those who really know him know that he is a conceited, unruly and arrogant guy.

Why is he now so arrogant and domineering, but he has become so depressed? Could it be that he has suffered some blow?

And what he said, Bai Shuai lost to that kid, how could Bai Shuai lose? Who is that kid?

Zhao Hun knew that something special must have happened, but he didn't know it.

"Longcheng, don't keep it in a silence. Tell me quickly. Cheng Lao needs a reason."

Longcheng could not do so, so he had to tell the story of the army that had been trained by Bai Shuai in Liangzhou and was usurped by Meng Zhao.

The specific process was not explained in detail, but Zhao Hun could no longer help but say angrily,

"What, can a well-trained army be taken away by others? Are they all pig's brains?"

The Divine Power Army has more than 30,000 people and has great potential. In the future, it will be expanded to 100,000 or 200,000, which is no problem. It is an extremely high-quality force.

Such power must be firmly controlled in your own hands. Even if you have no clones, you have to find some reliable people to help you keep an eye on it?

But now, Meng Zhao has changed his ward alone, and it makes me laugh at the old man when it is spread.

Bai Shuai, don’t call Bai Shuai, you can call Bai Zhui, you’re even stupider than a pig.

Of course, after all, he is a strong man at the level of a master, and he is also the boss in this common alliance who dominates the side. The relationship and authority he controls are far from comparable to, so naturally he dare not shout like this.

Although Longcheng and Zhao Hun do not talk about their friends, they are also acquaintances. They can't help but vent their depression.

"Who said no? The person Bai Shuai chose was too stupid and was easily succeeded. In just a few months, it was simply unbelievable.

However, I have to admit that Meng Zhao is indeed a genius. If I weren't there, I would probably not be able to do this at the same level as him."

If you have a clear understanding of yourself and think that you are inferior to yourself, Longcheng can be said to be terrible. Compared with those simple and conceited, rebellious, and stubborn people, he has stronger potential for self-sublimation.

In fact, in essence, Bai Shuai’s arrangements are very solid. Five Saint Envoys, Six Guards, and two teams check and balance each other and help each other, which is enough to maintain a stable situation.

But it was because of the filth that arises inside and the soil for power and profit, Meng Zhao was given the opportunity.

Flies do not bite seamless eggs. Similarly, if there were no internal problems, Meng Zhao would have difficulty achieving his goal.

Moreover, not only is there this potential possibility, Bai Shuai also gave such an opportunity. Meng Zhao seized it. This is a saying that his luck is amazing.

Zhao Hun was not so angry that Bai Shuai's subordinates were so stupid. After all, no matter how stupid or stupid it was, it had nothing to do with him. It was not his turn to worry about Shenweijun.
Chapter completed!