With a muffled sound, Shi Siming's heavy body fell heavily on a corner of the ring, his face was facing the sky, his hair was messy, and the blood was mottled at the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were empty and confused, and he seemed to have no reaction to the fact that he would be defeated with one blow.

A few months ago, Meng Zhao was difficult to deal with and even lost for a while, but it was the other party who used fraud and used traitors, which made him suffer. But now, can't he even catch the other party's punch?

This speed of improvement was really hard for him to accept.

Meng Zhao slowly withdrew his tight fist, his breath was terrifyingly stable, as if he was not him who had just swung that punch.

Looking at Shi Siming who was lying on the ring on his back, he felt deeply moved, but he was more happy and excited.

His punch was made with the Thousand Needle Rain trick of the Iron Sculpture Hand. However, because of the changes in the internal foundation, this move was very different. The punch force that was induced was not to condense the needle, but to look at each end, and the dragon-shaped energy that was as fine as a locust.

Every dragon-shaped energy is twisted into one force, and it will not dissipate. In any aspect, it is far better than the original version of Thousand Needles Rain, and its power is naturally far better than the former.

Furthermore, Meng Zhao actually doesn't use this kind of trick. He is enough to violently crush the opponent with the powerful and powerful power of the Red Dragon.

This is what is the so-called one force to reduce ten goals.

Under the arena, there was an uproar. On the originally quiet field, it was like a burst of trouble and there was a lot of discussion.

More than a dozen disciples of the Fire Dragon Cave could not believe their eyes. With Shi Siming's powerful martial arts, he could not catch the other party's punch. Could it be that the other party had already entered the innate world?

Because of the atmosphere inside the door, a few people immediately discussed the exciting part of the victory or defeat in a group of people.

Moreover, most people have pale faces. They are not as good as Shi Siming, let alone Meng Zhao?

Tang Ling'er was also surprised and had a hint of admiration. The beauty loved heroes. Although Meng Zhao was only powerful in martial arts, she was at least a little bit of the hero's edge.

Zheng Kexie rubbed his eyes hard. He knew that Meng Zhao's martial arts were not ordinary and might be better than Shi Siming, but he did not expect that this way of winning was actually the same as slaughtering a chicken and a dog?

Although he often looked down on Shi Siming and tried to please Tang Ling'er with him, he had to admit that the other party was indeed very good at martial arts. If the two fight, he could win five or six times ten times, even if he could perform at the level.

In other words, if Meng Zhao can defeat Shi Siming with one punch, he can beat him into a dead dog with one punch. How can he not be surprised?

The most surprising thing is actually the innate people present.

Meng Zhao’s performance only shows one thing, that is, he has a strong foundation that ordinary people cannot reach.

This foundation may not only be just a gap in internal strength cultivation, but also a gap in human talent and endowment.

Adults and adult elephants are all mature in terms of development, but in terms of strength, how can people compare with elephants?

Similarly, with the same acquired martial arts cultivation, Shi Siming may be far superior to some gangsters in the world, and of course he may be far from being a match for other warriors.

Even if there is no need to compete, Shi Siming himself knew that at the same level, he was far from an opponent of geniuses like Chen Tianci.

But some things seem simple but are still difficult to understand.

For example, Taoist Mingxia was dumbfounded at this time, and his face was covered in dark clouds. He looked at Meng Zhao standing upright on the ring, and said with a smile on his face.

"Good martial arts and talent, Meng Jizu, it seems that the next generation of your Meng family will use this son as the pillar."

The Meng family fought for merit with martial arts, established their families with martial arts, and passed down through martial arts. The heads of the family in all dynasties cannot be said to be the strongest people of the same generation, at least they are almost the same as the strongest, so that they can suppress all kinds of dissatisfaction.

Mingxia combined with Shi Siming's previous attack on Meng Wen, and suddenly it was obvious that Meng Zhao was not only far superior to Shi Siming, but even Meng Jizu's two sons were completely compared.

Sometimes, proper excellence is a good thing, and excellent excellence is likely to be jealous of others.

Meng Jizu didn't care at all on the surface, and he was indifferent and did not feel any turbulence. However, anyone who knows his personality knows that without performance is the biggest abnormality.

In fact, he was also shocked by Meng Zhao's performance. Even if he condensed the nine red flags and opened up like a sea dantian, he would never be able to break Shi Siming with one blow.

Just as he understood Meng Wen's martial arts, Shi Siming, who could defeat Meng Wen, was naturally not bad. How could Meng Zhao, who is now in a crushing position, have his martial arts reached?

But why did such earth-shaking changes occur in just a few days?

He thought to himself that when time goes backwards, when he is in the same realm as Meng Zhao, he is afraid that he is not the opponent, and may even be easily defeated.

When Meng Hongdao saw Meng Zhao's behavior, he was first surprised, then shocked. Finally, after seeing Meng Jizu's calmness, but in fact his expressionless expression, he fell into silence.

He knew Meng Jizu very well. If Meng Zhao was just a teenager with a qualification, Meng Jizu would have spoiled and loved him like his own child.

If Meng Zhao was a genius with great abilities, Meng Jizu would also train him carefully to assist the future head of the Meng family, who had already mixed with many selfish thoughts in family affection.

However, Meng Zhao's rise now seems to be difficult to suppress, and it is far stronger than Meng Xi, Meng Wen, and Meng Jizu's family affection for Meng Zhao is hard to resist prevention and fear.

Of course, Meng Zhao has not yet cultivated the innate martial arts, and Meng Jizu is just worried, but it is hard to say the future.

After a long silence, the battle between heaven and man in his heart, for a long time, Meng Hongdao's lips lightly opened, looking at Meng Zhao's eyes flashing on the ring, and said,

"Brother, in my opinion, Zhao'er either practiced peerless martial arts, surpassing my Meng Family Red Flag Order, or had a special physique.

No matter which one is a blessing for my Meng family, you must not have a grudge because of Mingxia’s words.”

Paused, and said,

"And Zhao'er has always been smart. Today, she revealed her martial arts. She must be willing to show her sincerity to you and me."

In fact, Meng Jizu didn't care about the previous sentence. Whether it was peerless martial arts or special physiques, they were always very comparable to people. The following sentence really touched him.

Since Meng Zhao returned to the Meng family, he has done many things in succession and helped a lot in the Meng family. It can be seen that he is a smart and scheming person, not just a simple courage of a man.

He would not be unable to see that he would be suspicious of such martial arts, but it was still the case. I think he was unintentional to fight with Meng Xi and Meng Wen and hand over all the choices to him.

Whether it is sincerity or showing weakness to the enemy, it is impossible to make a comeback now.

Meng Jizu nodded and replied,

"Don't worry, Zhao'er is Zheng'an's only child. Will I be bad for him just because he is a dragon and phoenix?"
Chapter completed!