This last requirement, Meng Zhao seemed to be loose, but in fact, it can test Mu Yi's ability the best.

If you have enough ability, you have ambition and motivation. With the fortunes of the sects he gained in Lishou Mountain, training martial arts soldiers is no problem. The difference is just the number of people and whether they are capable or not.

If you lack the ability and just live by it, Meng Zhao can tell one or two things so that you won’t be blinded for too long.

Mu Yi didn't say much this time, just nodded, but he was determined to train a powerful force organization comparable to the martial arts soldiers of the medieval sect, not for Meng Zhao, but also for himself.

To put it bluntly, with the secret techniques and experience of training martial arts, if Meng Zhao fails and is killed in the future, he, a little Karami, may save himself and use this as a basis for others in the future.

After explaining these, Meng Zhao also arranged Mu Yi, and then arranged Xu Tingyun, Wu Chen, Min Tao and others to come to see him one by one, arrange errands one by one, either comforting, wining, or beating. At least in a short time, these people were able to do things for him.

Among them, Xu Tingyun is the one Meng Zhao is most concerned about, because he has a strong foundation, and I don’t know what opportunities he has gained in Lishou Mountain. His martial arts cultivation is the best, and there are vague signs of becoming a master.

Meng Zhao was not stingy at all. Xu Tingyun benefited a lot from breaking through to the master and related tips. Not only was he grateful, but he was a little grateful.

After almost the fight, Meng Zhao took advantage of the twelve princes to guide the twelve princes to practice in Beitang and secretly found Liu Laodao who was following Beitang.

At that time, Lao Dao Liu was feasting in the room prepared by the gang. He was braised elbows, crystal hoofs, fresh spicy lamb legs, heavy oil, salt and heavy taste. The person who came was not afraid of it. He was full of oil, his cuffs, collar, and his oil stains. The beard was also dripping with oil, which was quite inconsistent with the appearance of the fairy style Taoist bone.

This is also one of Liu Laodao's life joys. In addition to observing appearances, measuring Feng Shui, and loving food are his biggest hobbies, which belong to the category that is not happy without meat.

Meng Zhao's martial arts skills, cultivation and spiritual realm were far above Liu Laodao, and quietly entered the room. After looking for a while, he suddenly spoke,

"The Taoist priest has a good tooth and a good appetite. He eats so greasy, so he is not afraid of ruining his stomach and intestines?"

A normal master, except for his superb cultivation, will not be weaker in physical strength. The strength of the internal organs is strong, the gastrointestinal digestive ability, and peristalsis ability are extremely strong. What is the only greasy one?

But the source of these hoofs, elbows, and lamb legs are all ferocious beasts that riot in the Pleat Mountain, which contain abundant qi and blood essence. Liu Laodao is not young anymore, so there is still some risk.

Meng Zhao suddenly spoke and called Liu Laodao, who was feasting on the table, was startled. He was savoring the mutton he had chewed carefully, swallowing it into his throat, but it was stuck, and slapped it repeatedly, and then he slurped it into his stomach.

The thin body stood up suddenly, not caring about the bright oil on his hands, and seemed to be smoothing his beard with a fairy-like appearance, and said in surprise,

"Why did King Menglong come to Lao Dao's place when he has time? Could it be that he has something to discuss?"

The old Taoist priest claimed that he had no grievances with Meng Zhao, and had no special disputes about interests. Even if Beitangxing had a grudge with Meng Zhao, he would not be angry with him. Moreover, he did not think that Meng Zhao would be so stupid to assassinate an old guy like him.

Since he was not afraid of the other party's murder, he naturally was not worried about Meng Zhao's intention, so he seemed generous.

Of course, the image may be a bit too high. After all, I was alone before, and I didn't care about anything else. The main reason was that Meng Zhao would come without telling me and was sneaky.

Meng Zhao laughed and came to a round chair next to the east window of the room, sat down,

"Mr. Meng comes without complaining. Don't blame the old Taoist priest. Please sit down and talk. The old Taoist priest can continue to eat when I don't exist. Let's have a chat while eating."

When Liu Laodao heard this, he listened to his advice quite a lot. He sat back on his seat and grabbed a lamb leg and said while eating.

"Myong Long King came to me alone, is it related to the twelfth prince?"

Meng Zhao is not surprised, he said slowly,

"Yes, when I talked to the master, I heard him mention that these twelve princes, with the emperor's destiny, were the only heir to the emperor of the dynasty. They were extremely lucky and had some doubts in their hearts. They came to find the Taoist priest to solve their doubts."

Liu Laodao was originally very satisfied with the skills of helping the chefs, but when he ate it, he was just as good as chewing wax. It was nothing else, but he never expected that the powerful man of heaven would tell Meng Zhao the background of the twelfth prince.

This, this is a bit unreasonable.

At that time, this powerful man of heaven wanted to accept the North Hall as a disciple, and he was attracted by the other party's potential bone appearance, which was extraordinary.

Since I like it, I will love it. Since I love it, I will not tell others such close and important information, especially people like Meng Zhao, who are extremely threatening to Beitangxing.

But after thinking about it, since we talked with Meng Zhao, the high-quality energy that was quite high on Beitang was gone, which shows that it was closely related to Meng Zhao, and there should be something that he didn't know about.

He thought for a while, put down his legs of lamb and said,

"This matter is true. The Twelve Masters have a special face. According to our Master, it is called Chaotian Fuxi Bone. The Yintang Yiqi Seal is a rich and noble face. Moreover, the emperor's destiny is the emperor's body, and the emperor's aura is added."

"Oh, since that's the case, why do the royal princes turn a blind eye? Could it be that they are willing to be the foil, or do they do not know the face and fate of the twelfth prince?"

"King Menglong is indeed amazing, and he immediately grasped the focus of the matter.

In fact, the royal descendants, shortly after they made a sound, were taken to the clan mansion to verify their identity, verify their bloodlines, and also view their qi and fate. Therefore, although the twelve princes had strange faces and heavy fates, they were noticed by the clan mansion shortly after they made a sound, and concealed them."

This almost coincides with Meng Zhao's previous speculation and confirms his idea.

If everyone knows this face and fate, it is definitely a lot of disasters and difficulties in Beitang, and they will not live now.

Never underestimate the ruthlessness and boldness of some people, and don’t think that the mere appearance and fate are amazing.

There are many ways to kill dragons in the world, and the secret techniques to kill hidden dragons are one after another.

Not to mention humans, even the cubs of real dragons are at risk of death. What can one be killed just a prince?

Meng Zhao asked another question,

"Does the Emperor know the face of the twelfth prince and his fate?"
Chapter completed!