Mengfu Manor, in the school martial arts field.

Meng Chuan's short black hair, which was as strong as a giant god, was tied up by a blue hairband. His upper body was naked and his lower body was wearing black trousers. His eyes moved left and right, his hands were held with snug, and he was lying across the sides of his waist, making a preparatory move.

With a sound, the twelve Suzaku Divine Guards on all sides of Mengchuan focused on their minds, holding bows or shooting crossbows, shooting flying arrows towards Mengchuan, strong and powerful, tearing the air apart, like thunder and fire splashing.

These twelve Vermilion Bird Divine Guards have sufficient strength, high eyesight, and sufficient precision and calmness in their hands. In terms of quality, they are by no means inferior to the so-called sharpshooters in the army. The impact of their archery is enough to be feared by the acquired martial arts masters.

The twelve people shot at the same time from front, back, left and right directions, almost blocking all retreat routes, which is a must-have.

However, Meng Chuan created possibilities from the incredible. He breathed like thunder, his chest trembled, and his feet turned into many afterimages, moving around in a short distance, like a monkey jumping like a flying monkey in the mountains and forests, agile and agile, and like a heavy and huge elephant, standing on the ground and lying across the road.

This body technique, which is both light and agile, is both agile and clumsy, is particularly harmonious and harmonious in Meng Chuan's interpretation, just like the day and night, which are obviously opposite and contradictory, but itself is just a change of sight and a blinding of light and shadow.

In essence, the day and the night are both a kind of celestial changes.

The arrows and crossbows shot from the twelve Suzaku Divine Guards, either collided in two or crossed in the middle, and did not pose any threat to Meng Chuan at all. He was completely avoided by his extremely exquisite body movement.

Archery and dodging are only in a short moment, but the thrilling and exciting things are enough to make the heart beat wildly, which is clearly a companionship with death.

Meng Rong, who was eating melon on one side and tied her black and thick hair into a cute bun when she saw Meng Chuan avoiding the thrilling shot, her excited eyes fluttered and slapped her two white and tender hands and said happily,

"Fifth brother, that's not bad. I remember when I was at home, you could only avoid eleven people. Now there is one more. It seems that your martial arts have improved again!"

Meng Chuan avoided the dangerous shooting and spent a very short time on physical and mental strength. In addition to the dense beads of sweat exposed on his upper body, it gathered into a flow, sliding down his perky and strong muscles, and his expression was a little tired.

Hearing this, he was a little happy and ordered the twelve Suzaku Divine Guards, and then took a neat white towel from the maid next to him. While wiping the wet chest and back, he was a little proud.

"Not to say, I couldn't do it either, but last time I tried my best to fight with people to save you, and there were also innate warriors. Although I was injured, I also learned something, and my kung fu was one level higher."

Martial arts practice is a magnificent road. It may be smooth, brave and diligent, or it may be stopped in a certain realm for a long time and not be able to make progress. It is by no means unchanging. Of course, the scenery and scenery in it are also magnificent and wonderful things that cannot be appreciated by those who practice martial arts.

When Meng Chuan was born, he had already been weighed by the masters of the Meng family. His physique was extremely good. He was considered to be among the most special physiques and those with the highest cultivation qualifications may not even be inferior to those with special physiques.

Therefore, Meng Chuan was highly expected since childhood. When he was young, he soaked in a medicinal bath to regulate his body and kill poisonous insects in his blood, making his foundation deep. When he was young, he made great progress in practicing martial arts. The Red Flag made this master's unique skills, masculine and fierce, powerful and domineering, and he was still trained to look like alike, mastering the essence of the charm.

However, no matter how talented or powerful Meng Chuan is, it is still difficult to break through the level card, that is, his skills are improving, but that realm is always difficult to enter the next level.

For example, when his internal strength has fifty units of measurement, he can avoid the shooting and assassination of eleven people.

But when his internal strength had 100 units of measurement, he could only avoid the assassination of eleven people.

This state has nothing to do with the level of internal strength, but rather a kind of understanding of martial arts, which is difficult to break through.

Until Meng Rong was targeted by Wu Kaijing and Xun Tao, Meng Chuan was kidnapped and was so sad that she was sacrificing her life and fighting against the enemy. At that time, she had actually understood some principles, methods, and realm were improved to a higher level.

However, it is difficult to show due to injury. Now that his injuries have recovered, his martial arts have naturally reached a higher level and his martial arts have made great progress.

Meng Rong rolled her eyes beautifully at Meng Chuan's complacentness and said,

"Fifth brother, no matter how high your kung fu is, can you be as tall as your fourth brother?

Actually, it’s really strange. I remember when my fourth brother just came home, he was obviously far inferior to you. Why is he so powerful now? It’s really incredible.”

Meng Chuan's expression froze, and his heart felt as sad as if he had swallowed a bottle of vinegar. He was really mixed emotions.

Yes, Meng Zhao was far inferior to him in terms of his skills and martial arts, and was not even on the same level of magnitude.

As a result, how long it took to be far beyond him. This speed of progress can only be described as a thousand miles a day.

What's even more terrifying is that he still always sees this speed of progress, and no matter how hard he practices, it is difficult to catch up, which makes him desperate.

Sometimes, in addition to being jealous and envious of Meng Zhao in his heart, Meng Chuan is also suspicious.

Isn’t he the martial arts genius mentioned by his elders? If he is a genius, then who is Meng Zhao?

A genius, a genius, or a monster?

If Meng Zhao had shown this kind of talent and speed of cultivation since childhood, it would have been a jumping explosion in just over a year.

When he came to Nan'an this time, although he did not try to compete with Meng Zhao again, Meng Chuan knew very well that his fourth brother's martial arts might have been greatly improved again.

This kind of improvement was carried out on a much greater than him, so he just felt it, not actually witnessed it.

Of course, spiritual communication is a different matter.

After all, Meng Zhao is a pervert who can compete with bigwigs like Wu Zunyuan and still win.

"By the way, the fourth brother has been in seclusion for six days. Why haven't he come out yet? Will there be any problems?"

Meng Rong was a little worried. In her perception, even her father, third uncle, and brothers rarely went into seclusion, let alone for so long, she always felt a little weak.

Meng Chuan didn't know much about this, but he vaguely had a vague guess and said,

"I don't know much about this, but it should be a big improvement.

I suspect that the fourth brother may have to enter the innate martial arts, so it is not uncommon to stay in seclusion for a longer period of time."

Meng Zhao's strength can no longer be accommodated by the acquired realm. Meng Chuan really couldn't imagine how much he could be upgraded to in the acquired realm.

So, he guessed that Meng Zhao might break into the innate gate.
Chapter completed!